From your quarters its only two elevator rides and a few meters of walking till you reach Angela`s office, on the way meeting several of the stewards and stewardess, who have the most interactions with the guest, even if the ships gynoids tend to do most jobs with their nearly life like appearance. One of Helena`s robot drones is standing in the middle of the room as you enter, Angela looking at it critically, while some strange construct which resembles one of the VR helmets and a skin tight suit of some kind is lying on a nearby chair.
Angela is looking quite well for her age, with her rather high salery she can afford the latest cosmetics and medical applications, which have helped to make her look barely over thirty years old, even if you know that you will have to celebrate her fiftieth birthday before the cruise is over. She has short cropped blonde hair which clings close to her cheeks and her lovely face seems imperfect enough even in its beauty to be the genuine natural disposition of her, instead of a quick surgery bot or something. With her 5`7 feet in high she is not as intimidating as you, at least if one hasn`t seen her reaction to Ronaldo`s tries to hit on her, and instead seems to have a certain petitness around her, even if her curves seem to be just in the right places to draw the eyes of man and woman alike to her: might have been a reason why she was hired to begin with.
"Morning Angela.", you say simply and she turns around surprised, seemingly deep in thought until you enter: "Captain....sorry I didn`t hear you...uhmmm....Thallia?", the way she speaks make you think about how she`s the one with the most experience: four long space cruises under four different captains and from what you know non of them offered their first names to the higher officers. Giving her a small nod you gesture towards the gynoid and the suit. "So what`s this?", you ask her simply.
"Ohh...that? The company send us a few hundred of these suits, they should alow a passenger to pilot one of the Gynoids remotely, while at the same time feeling all sensations the drone has while doing its job: No idea why people want to do our work as vacation activity but...you know.",
she finished and shrugs. You know indeed that the people who come aboard seem to want newer and stranger activities with each year.
"So whats the problem?", you finally ask and regard the robot drone, currently stripped down to its bare artificial skin, looking to the world like a perfectly blonde woman...with her french maid outfit on the floor next to her.
"Captain its just...I`m not sure if the software is up to it, I wouldn`t want our work ruined just because a passenger gets clumsy and not even the automatic protocolls and balance it out."
Taking a small breath you look over to the equipment, you do have time right now: "What about this Angela? We can do a simple test run for the next two hours....how about...."
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