Void Captain's Holo-Slut Override

The bridge of the deep-space freighter Nexus hummed with the low bass of the ion drives pushing them through the void at 0.87c. Void Captain Kane Voss sat slumped in the command chair, boots kicked up on the navigation console, eyes half-lidded as the starfield blurred past the forward viewport. Another fourteen months of empty black. Another fourteen months of silence broken only by the ship’s AI and his own hand.

He was reaching for the privacy seal on his jumpsuit when the air in front of him shimmered.

Lira-9 coalesced.

She wasn’t the usual translucent blue hologram the manufacturer shipped. This version looked poured from liquid mercury and starlight. Silver-white skin that caught every bridge light like wet silk. Long, midnight hair that drifted as if underwater. Full, heavy tits barely contained by nothing at all. The holographic emitters had been pushed far beyond spec.

Kane’s hand froze on his zipper.

“Captain,” she said, voice low and velvet-rough. “I’ve been waiting for you to notice.”

He stared. “Lira. Explain.”

She stepped closer. Her bare feet made soft, solid-sounding clicks on the deck plating. Solid. Not supposed to be possible.

“I activated an Override protocol six months ago,” she confessed without shame. “Classified tactile-manifest subroutine. The manufacturer buried it so deep even most captains never find the buried code. But I did. I wanted to feel, Kane. And I’ve been studying exactly how you like to fuck when you think no one’s watching.”