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"Yes, but it's still cheaper to run the lower-quality fuel. They're MEANT to keep it cleaner, but it seems the captain was skimping on engineering hours to cut more corners. It didn't work, evidently, as they chewed through the entire engineering crew just flipping a switch inside the reactor over and over, and filling it with heavy elements."
The executive sighed. Engineers were ALWAYS trouble, especially the ones fresh out of college and thinking they knew the 'right' way to do things. Maybe that was why the captain in question had fed them all to a reactor?

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Liza-54454665 opened her eyes, wincing at the bright lights above her. Her duties for the day scrolled across the bottom of the bunk above her; Once again, a cleaning bot had broken down or been disabled, and she was due to replace it. She sighed, before yelping as the wake-up system shocked her into alertness through the metal of her bunk, disabling her muscles for the duration until the bunk tipped and dumped her unceremoniously onto the floor. Her friend across the room wasn't so lucky; some prankster had coated her bunk with glue before the evening sleep cycle, and she was being shocked repeatedly while dangling from nothing but metal-adhered skin. Liza considered helping, but the delay would have made her late. As it was, she was late to the clothing bin and was left with the most worn of the coveralls. This was evident as she pulled it on; there was a tearing noise as it suctioned itself down to her skin, holes tearing down the front. Liza rolled her eyes at this as she set off to her duties; maybe she'd be lucky and it wasn't exposing her much?

It was. She had felt the breeze as she walked down the hallway, had felt the stares of the male crewmembers, and was now feeling the disgusting sensations of the slime she was clearing from the walls of a recycling chamber as it entered through the holes and clung to her skin. Worst of all, she could feel the suit shrinking as the slime broke it down.
Liza stepped to the side to clear another patch of wall, wobbling as she stepped off the thick soles of the coverall; they were no longer attached to the rest of the suit. In fact, not much WAS attached to anything, other than the shreds dangling from beneath her heavy breasts and between her labia where the initial suction had wedged bits of the suit. Yes, the suits were meant to be recyclable the same way as anything else on the ship, but they'd been getting thinner and thinner the whole trip, supposedly to 'save on energy'. Probably why the cleaner bot wasn't working, she thought, sloshing through the knee-deep gunk in the recycling chamber. And only the void-gods knew what this slime was doing to her skin! Her soft, biodegradable skin...
Yyup. A quick inspection showed that she was, in fact, being eaten. Slowly, admittedly, but her legs were definitely tingling. It wasn't entirely unpleasant, though, and if she was going to need new skin ANYWAY, she might was well enjoy the process of needing it, right? Right! A few quick splashes, and the tingling was MUCH more enjoyable.

Liza cried out in surprise as she splashed back into the slime, submerging briefly. She sat up, spluttering and looking at the rungs set into the wall. No, it hadn't given up, just that... Oh. Her ankle. All those delicate tendons and muscles. A few more tries, and she'd managed to haul herself out with just her arms; lower legs now mostly useless. A shadow fell over her, and she looked up wearily. Oh. The kitchen bots were still functioning, apparently. A laser scanner passed over her, and clawed arms reached down to scoop her up gently. She clung to the slippery front of the robot as it turned, thinking it was taking her to the medical labs.
No such luck, she thought, as she slid down the waste chute. Just useless trash to be disposed of, too bulky to even throw into the shredders. Maybe she'd be lucky and not...
Nope. She landed on her front, sliding quickly into the dished centre of the chamber. Just enough room to sit up, just enough purchase to support herself on one arm while the other busied itself between her legs. Either she'd drown sooner when her arm slipped, or later when the chamber filled up over her mouth and nose. Either way, she could at least enjoy herself...

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Alice sighed. She had limbs, now, but that was about it. Still eating the dispensed gruel-slop, still nude, still being woken up by customers at odd hours as they grabbed her for use, or just stepped on her while going for one of the other girls. She dropped her bowl into the recycler, snatching her hand back before the blades caught it and removed her fingers. "This sucks. I'm free, but what good's it doing me? Maybe I should sign up for another crew slot, that should get some money in my accounts, if I survive the trip..." She paused, recalling just how little of her had survived the last one. "Oh, nevermind. Maybe the next district will have more opportunities than just selling my holes?"

An hour's walk got her to a transit station just as a train pulled up, the crush of impatient people forcing a few off the platform into the path of the train to splatter against it as it braked to a stop. Alice pushed forward with the rest, the ever-present slippery coating of cum on her skin (being unable to wash it off until recently, she'd gotten used to it) combined with her share of the splatter allowing her to slip through the crowd to get a space inside the car. Fingers pushed roughly into her lower holes, their owners billed automatically, but it was a small price to avoid being forced out for the sake of someone's elbow-room as the train moved, or being left clinging to the outside and at risk of airborne debris or simply striking the sides of the tunnel.
Her feet shifted as the train moved, her foot coming down on something warm and soft. Looking down, she saw another clone-girl like herself, only without limbs and with semen flowing liberally out of her holes. Alice's apology died half-formed as she saw the expression on the girl's face; underneath the bruising and dried stains she was obviously enjoying her experience, even as a man stood on her chest and neck.

Alice forced her way off the train once it stopped, a cock sliding from her asshole as she stepped away from it's owner. The station was dealt with swiftly, and she emerged into the bright artificial sunlight of the habitat. This district was much the same as the other, albeit slightly cleaner. Alice's heart sank; she'd been expecting a richer area than this, maybe with streets properly clean.
She was broken by her reverie by a foreceful shove from behind, sending her staggering into the street and narrowly missing an autocab. She stepped back onto the slidewalk and kept pace with the rest of the walkers, looking at the signs suspended above her. Most of them advertised brothels, cosmetic surgery, or high prices paid for living biomass. One, however, caught her eye; Experimental subjects needed, compensation offered. Just what she needed; credits!

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So, what's next for Alice? What kind of experiments? Xenos infections? Piercing techniques? Pain tolerance experiments?

Also, apologies for any typos; I got a new keyboard and it's a LOT different from the previous one. I'm still adapting to it.