Boldly Go

Diary Entry 1

The thing about aliens you probably wouldn't expect is that their calendar is usually going to be completely different than yours. If you ask them what year it is they might even just look at you like your crazy and question what a year is, and what those two crazy bendy things hanging off your shoulder are. So far I have been able to gather that the date is 10,744 HNT, which doesn't mean anything to me except that it is a thousand years after humanity completely disappeared. I'm the last one. But not to worry. My hosts say they are working tirelessly to figure out methods of 'replicating' my DNA. I was very eager at first, but I've started questioning it more and more as I stopped being able to tell if they were serious, or if they were just coming on to me.

I have to be careful because all of these strange alien species have their own cultures. You would think that the future would be progressive. No, instead the reality of highly advanced cultures seems to be that they are all just hyper progressive and hyper backwards simultaneously in weird, inexplicable ways. I'm not a sociologist, I'm a 21st century astronaut. I was never vetted for this. I've come to accept that I'll never be able to expect in what way I'm going to be surprised each day.

Some of them are good though. We always thought alien life was going to be weird-looking and for the most part some of them are, but a lot of them look strikingly similar to humans. That is... Two arms, two legs, upright. What more can a girl ask for, hon--

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Sierra immediately lost concentration as her rear was smacked harshly once. She had been resting on her stomach in her underwear and made the false assumption that the red light on the door meant it was locked. Her small room, she found as she looked up, was filled by the ship's security officer.”

“You writing down your thoughts?” He questioned.

Sierra struggled to both move off her stomach and hide what she had been writing on her assigned tablet simultaneously. The implant she had been given had her writing in Horn, the universal language of the alliance she had been picked up and thawed by. Without even trying she spoke and wrote and read with that language, though she could speak human if she tried hard enough.

“Yes! What the hell are you doing in here!? Don't touch me!” She ordered firmly. With him being the security officer the thought crossed her mind.
“Did you use your key to unlock my door?” It would be egregious if he did, she thought.

He stared down at her. Taz, the security officer aboard the HNS Venture, was a unique looking alien with a large hunched over form. His skin was skin was scaly and his appearance was reptilian and dinosaur-like all at the same time. He had a short face with barely any nose, cold-looking black eyes and intimidatingly sharp teeth. Despite his green and gold scaled skin, his palms were unusually soft and his fingers were far thicker than a human's. Sier felt that right away as he deftly moved her panties aside and hooked a digit unceremoniously into her sex.

“Your door was open to visitors, hence the red light. I see that, then I come to see you laying down like this...” He let out a little hiss.
“Anyway, it's surprising that for all the crazy things about humans, you girls have two holes just like ours.” As Taz said that he casually pushed his digit in and out of her cunt, curling it and twisting it intentionally. The movement, whether she wanted it to or not, sent her into throws. She gripped the tight sheets on the bed and lifted her rear in the air subtly.

“H-holy shit...” She moaned, feeling herself getting close. Even if she didn't ask for it, getting there would at least be some consolation prize.

“Anyway! Good to see you, Cole.” He withdrew his finger and let her panties snap back to the tender skin on her rear.

“Make sure you come to the security office if you have any questions or concerns. Some of the species on board can be pretty invasive of other space.”

“What?” She finally turned around, still dripping wet from the encounter.
“Wait.” She watched him slide back behind the door, then disappear from sight as it closed. Sierra's brow furrowed intensely. If he treated what he was doing to her normally, then what exactly was he referring to as an invasion of space, she thought.

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Sometimes it is hard to tell when the aliens are being serious or just messing with you. Also, who do you report workplace harassment to when it was done by your Security and HR person? Do I look at a workplace manual to figure out if a morning fingering is a common activity? I have to be extra on guard because who knows who is just coming around to take a shot at the human. Also, note to self for future reference: Red means open???

-Sierra Cole

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Sierra slipped into uniform. A skin-tight matte catsuit made from comfortable, futuristic Kevlar-like fabric. As nice as it was, it hugged her body as though it was just a size too short and the cut was so low around her neck that it showed some cleavage. The size of her bust was too much to zip it up all the way too her neck and she could not help but assume such a thing was intentional. Female aliens, as Taz said, were very commonly as human-like as her with a few differences between them. The commonality always seemed to be shape, tits and the two holes he referred to. She had no idea about the astronomical odds of such a thing occurring in a universe full of aliens, but it was certainly enough to have her consider some form of unintelligent design. The theory of god being a frat boy that designed the universe to accommodate as much T&A as possible.

The women that were her peers aboard the Venture had, similar to her, tight, revealing clothes. There was the strange backwardness she brought up in her entry. Paradoxically, women were also placed in positions of power over others while placed in such scant attire. That was the progressive aspect that confused her and made her wonder. The admirals the ship reported to were women of various species, for example. Low level workers were often men with women taking up a lot of technical roles, but then the Captain was a man. Sierra decided to stop herself from trying to analyze things using her own standards, as it would drive her mad.

“Captain.” She said as she approached him aboard the bridge. The man was another human-like alien. He was a member of a species that closely resembled her kind, save for pointed ears. He had an average build and was quite tall. The man usually carried a stern expression. As she approached he was staring intently at a screen.

“Go ahead.” The Captain asked without looking away from it.

“What's my status aboard the ship?”

“Guest.” He answered quickly.

“With all do respect, I'd like to work.”

“Then work. What do you do?” His face continued to be glued to the screen. On first glance it looked to be some complex simulation, then on further inspection Sierra saw what looked to be some alien pornography in the top right corner, picture-in-picture.

“Entertainer?” He asked hopefully without looking away.

“No... I am a scientist and an explorer.” Sierra explained.

“Oh.” He looked disappointed.
“You can acquaint yourself with our science and away teams. They can decide your aptitude.”

“Thank you Captain.” Sierra said graciously. She paused.
“May I.. Ask what you're doing?”

Without missing a beat he explained. “Your primitive human ships, as far as we know, used faster than light travel, no?”

“I have no idea. We were still using shuttles and rocket fuel in my time.”

“Oh.” The man sighed.
“Our drives bend space in a straight line between two points to allow instantaneous travel.”

Siera's mind was blown. “That's amazing! The universe is literally wide open to you if you have that.”

He shrugged. “In some ways. The difficult part is that any straight line between two points needs to be perfectly clear. If it isn't...” He finally looked up to make a blowing-up motion with two hands.
“Instant death. I actually hear it's one of the better ways to die. Though, the dying part is still unfortunate.”

“Yeah...” Sierra agreed.

“Our job is to explore and find corridors. The requirement that the pathway be perfectly clear is actually extremely strict, so there are sections of our home galaxy right under our nose that are still uncharted.” He pointed to the screen, moving the porn out of the way nonchalantly.
“The computer right now is firing simulated pathways in different directions. It takes an incredible amount of processing power to run just a few at once so we are immobile. Once we find an acceptably long corridor we are going to take it, then repeat the process.”

Sierra's shoulders slumps. “You... Build and mark roads, basically.”

“Yes.” The man smiled brightly.