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One day, our leadership received an urgent request to investigate some unidentified object that had unexpectedly hovered in orbit around a sparsely populated colony planet, and we were given the order to carefully examine this object, called the "black claw"... Although it didn't look like it, it looked very threatening to the peaceful settlers, who were afraid of invasion and destruction, which could very well happen.

I had no experience with such objects, but this mission excited me greatly, because it was both a danger and a new adventure at the same time.

Upon arrival at the site, after scanning the terrifying "black claw", we realized that it was not some kind of ship, but just a drone gliding through the sky and collecting information. The order to destroy was announced immediately, but we decided to investigate what data this object had stored. But how could we decipher the scanned data on the magnetic carrier... a special psychic was needed, who was urgently brought on board.

She turned out to be a very attractive tall slender woman with a shock of reddish-colored small curls, gathered at the back of her head with an open, welcoming gaze of enchanting light-green eyes... Of course, I and not only me... the entire crew was bewitched by Akhala, dreaming of sweet leisure with her, but first - urgent work, and then flirting...

- Please, I need privacy to obtain accurate data... , - Akhala politely asked our research group to leave the office, but only me, as the leader, she allowed to stay.

At first she stared at the magnetic data storage, her eyes wide open, but then she covered them with an elegant palm, deep in thought, wrinkling her forehead comically. The bewilderment that appeared on her lovely face five minutes later puzzled me greatly... what did Akhala get there? It was as if she was continuing to digest the information she had received, raising one of her eyebrows in a tense silence...

- So… what was it… - I winked at her coquettishly, although it was generally inappropriate, judging by her embarrassed face. - ... interesting for us?

Only fragments of words escaped her beautiful lips in confusion:

- Uh... well... how can I say it?

- Well, just say it like it is... - I excitedly admired her magical charisma, already dreaming of a wonderful continuation of our acquaintance in my cozy cabin.

... If only she would give... at least some hope for... but her eyes continued to dart from side to side in confusion, avoiding my close attention.

- You see... - the melodic timbre of her gentle voice was heard. — I can see, in general, some beings who sent this drone…

— How so? — I expressed extreme surprise, also raising an eyebrow with interest.

— I believe, based on my intuitive perception, that this civilization is searching everywhere for someone…, some important person who had dealings with them and is hiding from them. This is just one of the drones… the search is very extensive… there are many of them… I can see them.

— Wow… Well, well! What kind of person could this be, that so many resources were spent on the search?

— It has to do with such special technologies… — Akhala again hung with a confused expression on her face.

— Technologies?

— They are very complex… in everything…

— How complex?

— This person took with him secret data on the creation of something unique, which is expensive... Actually, the following information is not on this carrier... but I see what kind of creatures these are... You see... they don't have women... either none at all... or something else... but they have robot girls, and such that you can't tell them apart from a physical person... So alive in soul and body...

— Well, this is interesting... — pictures of various artificial creatures standing in rows with a perfect and harmonious appearance in all respects flashed vividly in my imagination.

I immediately froze, drowning in fantasies about what I would do in such a situation if I ended up in such a warehouse... how I would choose a girl for myself that I would really want... and how much I would have to pay for such a miracle of technology... and apparently something floated on my face that confused her even more.

— Were you so impressed? — her eyes with slight bewilderment seemed to pierce me right through.

Akhala understood something about me and I felt terribly awkward...

How can she have relationships with men if she is able to get into their heads and read their thoughts?

Unexpectedly, she smiled and this loyalty calmed me down... it seems she is well aware of the lecherous nature of men, what if Akhala is deliberately flirting with me like this?

I pulled my mind away from stupid fantasies and continued asking questions with an expression on my face that I trust her abilities:

— Well, I see... but what should we do with this drone now... what do you think? Should we destroy it? Obviously, this person they are looking for is not here. A closed colony of settlers...

— I think... yes. After all, this planet belongs to our Coalition…

- Oh yeah... and we'll deal with it quickly... send the drone to burn up in the upper atmosphere... What spies... they deserve it... Is it possible to find out in more detail where such a civilization is... maybe we can become friends and buy something... Ah?

My playfulness led us to a casual conversation.

- Do you want to buy such robots from them? You are not satisfied with living women? - I heard a taunt in her voice.

- Oh, what are you saying... I am quite happy with the women of our race and I am not averse to others... it is just that such technologies that you mentioned arouse extraordinary interest...

- But our Coalition has no connections with this civilization... it is very risky... to show up to these strangers... After all, they are different.

- But our crew is authorized to establish contacts with aliens, especially for trade relations.

- As a psychic... I would not advise such actions...

- Are you sure that these are not people?

- You know the difference between people and creatures... The Coalition does not accept such contacts...

- It seems to me... - I decided on a cunning maneuver. - You should study data more so that our leadership is sure that such a civilization does not meet our standards for communication. Stay with us... relax and we will discuss your research in a more comfy atmosphere.

Having made this offer, I doubted that Akhala would understand my hints about close interaction...

- Yes... of course, - her sweet face spread into a sincere smile, from which I made a joyful conclusion for myself:

... she liked me! I am a dreamman! Everything will be fine tonight.