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The sound of beach waves slowly entered Elissa’s conscious as she woke up from her slumber. Obviously, Elissa had never seen waves in real life, but the alarm clock in her quarters was equipped with the sound effect, and she found it to be a much more peaceful noise to wake up to than the blaring beep-beep-beep that was typical of most alarm clocks. Auto told her once, about ten years ago as he was putting her to bed, that the waves were on beaches. This, of course led to the next obvious question, “But Auto, what is a beach?” “A pebbly or sandy shore, especially by the sea.” “What is the sea?” 

Auto could hear her crying. Where was she? Somewhere close. The captain’s quarters. He dropped himself through the opening in her bedroom ceiling. Why was she crying, shouldn’t she have been sleeping by now? And where was she? “Elissa?” he called, willing his voice not to sound so soulless. He decided to try again this time with kind-sounding inflections on the different syllables, “El-i-ssa?” Crap, that only sounded worse… “Auto?” and tiny voice called out. From the bed. He slid over to her as close as the tracks in the ceiling would allow his column to travel. He reached out with h

If he had legs he would be pacing the floor right now. He had been waiting patiently for so long, decades in fact, and he was beginning to wonder whether this idea of his would ever come to fruition. It was a good idea, and still would be as long as he could get the right ingredients. The captain’s wife had been in labor for 10 excruciating hours and Auto was becoming restless. His gears spinning, clicking, and whirring with anticipation. How long does it take for these humans to give birth anyways?! “Six to twelve hours,” the computer responded to him in her soothing tone. He didn’t have to ask out loud, Auto could

15 Years Later Elissa was running as quickly as her legs could carry her. Being one of the few people aboard the Axiom that participated in physical exercise, Elissa was not confined to the chairs that so many of the humans lived in. That did not mean that she was fit, though. Yes, she had managed to stay slimmer than most of the humans, but gravity had taken effect on her brittle bones just like everyone else and her figure still full in a voluptuous way. Breathing heavily, Elissa rounded a corner to the left, hoping to get away from the Stewards that were gaining on her. Knowing that they would drag her back to the bridge for the training