Chapter 5

This "dispose of" thing again! They're repeating it like clockwork!

My nervous system, due to physical and mental overload, refuses to perceive their words as a threat. Black indifference and apathy fall upon me.

"Kill me, dispose of me! Do something!!" I agree to myself, just to get rid of the feeling of a concrete slab smearing me across the floor. "Just please, quickly and painlessly!"

But the aliens do not plan to fulfill my wishes. They continue to talk leisurely.

Nausea and weakness fill the entire body without a trace, penetrate into all cells, turning both muscles and sensations into some kind of liquid cotton wool.

I can hardly make out their words:

- Gweiz, it's time to decide! You brought her, so give her your jumpsuit!

"And what about me?" this same Gweiz probably doubts.

- As you wish! - insists the first. - You have a quarter of the minimum turnover to think about it. We can check the goods and enter them into the database for now. We also need to send customers confirmation of completed orders and delivery times before we enter the passage. We don't have time to mess with her. Moreover, look how tenacious she is!

After a short pause, he adds threateningly:

- But if she dies now, you'll have to clean up after her!

They move away from me and silently exit the cockpit.

I would be glad that the kidnappers left me alone and went somewhere. But I have no strength for anything.

I would like to rush to the control panel, press the alarm, at least do something, try to save myself. But I can't even move a finger. Even breathing is difficult.

I hiss in pain through my teeth as my whole body shudders from the fact that the voices of my kidnappers suddenly begin to sound from all sides.

It takes me a moment to realize that the screens have sound turned on. And the voices are coming from the screens. I see aliens walking through the cargo bay between creepy, neat rows of cryopods filled with naked girls, talking, and the sound is transmitted to the control cabin, as is the image.

With incredible effort I force myself to open my eyes, which are closing against my will.

I need to see and hear what they say. Maybe I'll find some clue that will allow me to get out of here and save myself.

I watch in horror as five aliens move through the transport bay. And I was sure there were only two of them. It turns out I was wrong. Maybe there are even more than five!

The one who scolded Gwaiz and suggested disposing of me walks a little ahead of the others, giving them instructions:

- Look, these - he points to one of the rows with cryocapsules of girls - these capsules - only fifteen of them - we unload on Archotron - there the arachnid nations are looking for queens, they will implant embryos into them. Only fifteen capsules at the standard exchange rate. They pay with bioweapons. But before selling, we only need to slightly correct the females, otherwise they will not survive the arachembrionization procedure. The clients will be unhappy.

- Permission to begin the modification, Gran Chroops? - One of the aliens separates from the group and approaches the capsules.

The elder nods silently.

The alien quickly, one by one, enters some data on all fifteen displays of the cryocapsules, after which the solution – still transparent – ​​quickly fills with a reddish-brown color, completely blocking the girls from my view.

I stop breathing in horror, imagining the near future of the unfortunate. Or rather, I am even afraid to imagine it. The nausea intensifies even more now not only from the weakness that has fallen upon me, but also from despair.

The indifferent female voice of the on-board computer says:

"Confirm start of modification"

And the most important of them applies his palm print, launching the program.

"Modification of females will begin after exiting the quantum leap," the voice informs indifferently.

While the slavers continue their journey between the cryocapsules.

- We're sending these three to Kratz for experiments. There's an order for them from the lab.

One of the aliens marks the selected capsules with unfortunate women who will be sent for experiments in some laboratory.

- The rest are going to auction or to order, - sums up the one who was called Gran Khroops. - We have only one hundred and thirty-two orders. It will be difficult to hand over to auction. Only six, and that one, unaccounted for, - he is probably talking about me.

I must be blacking out and the next thing I know, my two captors are standing next to me.

I feel like I'm delirious when two aliens lean over me, looking at me.

- Look, you're alive! And you say you're a softie! - Gweiz remarks with satisfaction.

He takes off his snow-white suit, which fits him like a second skin. He stands naked in front of me, so to speak. He has no skin, and in places on his body there are shiny parts that look like metal. I don't have time to really examine him.

Chroops jerks me up, putting me on my feet, and immediately rips off my clothes, just running some device that looks like a small headphone case. Only it's not a case at all!

The clothes themselves burst, and not even at the seams, but disintegrate into some thin strips of fabric, falling to my feet, like a handful of garbage. I remain naked in front of the two aliens.

My strength is completely gone, I can only stand and chatter my teeth from shame and paralyzing fear. What do they want from me? Why are they both looking at me like that?

Only aliens don't care about my feelings, they have other problems.

- Gwaiz, - the elder one thunders, - did you see her comm, Sherz take you?! That's a Space Marine comm! Sherz We're finished!