Day 569. Time to choose. As expected, the databases containing personal files were encrypted, although I was able to access them. So I have to make my choice based on superficial information and my own common sense. I won't hide it, I even enjoy feeling like a judge of destinies, deciding who is worthy of life and who is only fit for consumption.
A couple of gay programmers. I think the new world will easily do without them. Asian astronomers, husband and wife, despite their small stature, turned out to be quite tasty. It's better this way, otherwise they would have started to reproduce uncontrollably under the stars. A black couple, whose section I visit every time I need to relieve myself. I've grown attached to them, it would be wrong to eat them, I'm not a racist after all... Besides, the colonists will definitely need a neurosurgeon and a theoretical physicist. But they can definitely do without a pathologist and an industrial designer...
For humanitarian reasons, I decided almost from the very beginning that people should be selected for food in pairs. This will make life easier for those left behind on the planet. None of the survivors will suffer the loss of their significant other. Why should they experience what I experienced when I lost my Barbara?
Deciding to start with the guy, I turn off his life support system. A painless, quiet death in deep sleep from lack of oxygen. What could be more gentle? In a day, his body will be completely cold, and I can cut him up without any fuss. I unscrew the second capsule and glance at its contents. A beautiful, slender female body, not weighed down by excess fat on the sides and stomach, but not bony either. Her breasts are the right shape, neither too big nor too small. She has well-defined thighs and an appetizing ass. The guy I just turned into my canned food was definitely lucky. And why not me? Why can some Jack Harper fuck that body, but I can't? Right now, it's just food. Just a resource that I can use however I want. Already figuring that if anything happens, I can easily wring the bitch's neck and shove her back into the freezer, I close the circuits of the resuscitation mechanism.
I've never seen this process in the correct sequence. The temperature in the capsule gradually rises. The myostimulation electrodes begin to send rapid pulses to the body. Through tubes, complex compounds are injected into the blood, restoring the body to its normal functioning speed. Finally, when the chest is already actively working, oxygen-containing fluid is pumped out of the capsule and awakening occurs.
Without waiting for the process to finish and the internal air conditioner fans to dry the body, I cut off the tubes and electrodes and drag the unconscious bitch onto the metal floor of the compartment. I hurriedly pull off my wet jumpsuit. Damn! It's been so long since I've had sex. It's good that this is one of the last things a person forgets. I lift her up, placing her on her weakened knees with her ass facing me so that it's more comfortable. The fluid, not yet completely out of her lungs, oozes from her mouth; she is simply unable to resist.
I fuck her roughly and hard. I thrust my cock in sharply, without much ceremony. I don't think she's enjoying it. Or feeling anything at all right now. I just enjoy her warm female body, using it for its intended purpose. She shows no signs of life, but right now I don't really care. A few more sharp thrusts and it's all over. A little out of breath but satisfied, I let go of her ass and slowly sink to the floor.
Suddenly, my victim jumps to her feet and, staggering, helping herself with her hands, like a wild wounded animal, quickly hides as far as she can in the depths of the compartment, where my flashlight can no longer reach. I hear the receding slaps of wet feet on the metal floor. Yes, the bitch was alive after all. Good. At least I didn't stoop to having sex with a corpse. For some reason, I'm in no hurry to catch up with her, but just smile silently to myself. I feel good.