CY 964” echoed Anjali in a flat voice. She looked at the AI peeking out at her from Dwayne’s pocket.<br/>“Hello Bianca” she said and sniffled, tears running freely down her face now. She had given up trying to reign them in. And the fact of what Bianca was just added to the absurdity of the situation. For now she’d accept Bianca as is, and would try to wrap her head around it later; after all in almost three hundred years advances would be made.<br/><br/>“Dwayne, I’m bio-engineered. I have no parents. I have no family. I am the end result of several years research, trial and error breeding until they developed me. My education and training is as a xeno-linguist and xeno-horticulturist, but my primary function was that I was supposed to bed and breed the elite of the Srinivasan Colony, who felt that in order to attain true human greatness they had to place their seed in a fertile human womb and be born of a woman.” She picked at a loose thread on her pants not wanting to meet his eyes. hadn’t she just told him she was a walking vagina and uterus? She didn’t tell him that they were obsessed with the idea that the infant must only consume human milk for the first six months, so she was basically the cow as well.<i>Mooooooo</i><br/><br/>“The Srinivasans were super rich Indian industrialists who had set up several holdings on long populated moons and planets all over the solar system. They had even established numerous high profit mining operations on asteroids using prisoners as workers.” She glances sideways at him as they both sat on the floor of the space craft.<br/><br/>“I was told that I was their property as I was designed from carefully chosen genetic material from a number of their prisoners. I am genetically designed to only be able to conceive with their selective gene pool, or so I was told. If this is CY 964 I’m 283 years too late for my designed purpose.” That number felt like a brick in her heart and she sniffled.<br/><br/>“You should’ve left me there, I don’t belong anywhere.”<br/><br/>He didn’t say anything. Maybe he didn’t believe her? Yes, that must be it, what a ridiculous story after all. Should I show him? She wondered. Heprobablythinks I’m lying. She lifted her shirt a bit and her left breast. And there, tattooed into the underside of her breast, was in dark grey ink a serial number and next to it the same logo as on the ship, the pod and everything else.<br/><br/>She shook her head and then continued.<br/><br/>“My last memory was my preparation for stasis. And to answer your earlier questions as to how they did it, I don’t know. But if you can reverse engineer this, you’ll be the richest man in the galaxy no doubt.” She chuckled through her tears.<br/><br/>“I remember not being allowed to eat for two days, no water for one day. I was submerged in a fluid and I remember drowning as I inhaled the fluid. I died but I woke up again and then they did something and I must have slept because the next thing is I know is you in the airlock.”<br/><br/>Anjali hugged her knees to herself and wept. “My best friend and companion Titli was on that ship with me. She was strictly speaking my servant but she grew up with me and I never saw her as anything other than my closest friend.” Suddenly she looked up. “But the captain, and several of the crew were nice people. Kind people. They were nicer than any people I had known before. Gods I hope they didn’t suffer. Dwayne. The logs, the ship’s logs. Maybe Bianca can tap into the mainframe and find out more. Can we go back?”<br/><br/>She had moved toward him and knelt next to him reaching out and clasping his big hand. “We must go back, we must!”