Accounting for Taste

Reem woke on a space station, not feeling like herself. The cybernetic implant in her skull had the effect of changing her perceptions. Bonded without fanfare, she’s content to do her job until she gets a call she wasn’t expecting from a world she didn’t dream of.

Reem can’t remember leaving Earth. She woke up on a station that had put accelerated coms in her skull and sold her as a repurposed corpse to a world that needed analytics and other specific labour. Her daily tasks are boring but essential, and her implants notify her when she needs to head to...

Reem woke on a space station, not feeling like herself. The cybernetic implant in her skull had the effect of changing her perceptions. Bonded without fanfare, she’s content to do her job until she gets a call she wasn’t expecting from a world she didn’t dream of.

Reem can’t remember leaving Earth. She woke up on a station that had put accelerated coms in her skull and sold her as a repurposed corpse to a world that needed analytics and other specific labour. Her daily tasks are boring but essential, and her implants notify her when she needs to head to the Pleasure Centre to take the edge off. While she doesn’t feel any longer, her body has needs beyond food, water, and rest, so she has been ordered to take care of them.
At the top of the building housing the Pleasure Centre is a Hmrain who always does what is best for his people. He passively consumes the energy from those below and begins to grow to look forward to the arrival of a certain cyborg on a predictable cycle. When a request that he can’t ignore comes to him, he has to send his newest acquisition to Aten, but first, he is going to lock her into a contract. He might be face blind, but he is no fool.