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Your last memories had been preparing for cryo sleep before a long interstellar transit. You wake to find yourself and the rest of the crew waking up naked on formfitting raised slabs in a white but not too bright facility with what appear to be monitoring devices on each of your wrists and ankles. You notice no one besides the crew are here. Some of the crew get up conceal their modesty as they look around. Conversations among the crew question where we are and how we got here. Since you all have these devices on your wrists and ankles, the discussion turns to what they’re for and an amazement of how high tech they are. Some technical minded among the crew question how long since we went into cryo sleep it’s been and how we were removed from our cryo pods to this facility. All of us are surprised when suddenly the wrist and ankle devices hold us in place and turn us to all face towards an opening that appears on the wall. Some of the crew panic but the captain orders everyone to be calm. A small cadre of similarly undressed individuals also wearing only wrist and ankle devices walk into the room. Their nudity doesn’t seem to trigger any modesty on their part. One of them reads confidently from an illuminated projection from their wrist device, “Exaltations old persons! To Sigma Centurios have come. Home now us with. Gift home companion you.” You’re unsure but they’re probably just reading phonetically since they don’t seem to speak with a natural cadence. The natives start scanning your heads with their wrist devices and start taking you each after releasing the hold on your wrist and ankle devices. Your captain, in an effort to keep the crew from panicking, tells you all to just act like good guests for these people. When it’s your turn to be scanned, you could swear you feel a tingling in your brain as they process you. You’re escorted from the room and after stepping through multiple portals, you’re brought to a room that has a view over a sci-fi cityscape that extends out to the horizon under an alien yellow sun. They gesture to another form fitting slab in the center of the room, “Sleep home.” Indicating that this room is for me. They leave me to settle in before the portal opens again and a plus sized masculine robot enters. I can tell that even though they may have no modesty, when they design them to be anatomically correct, they are generous with their endowments. His artificial cock and balls hang low and are a latex like material, black and shiny. His wide hips, ample butt and gut have seams by the joints but appear to be a flexible plastic like material of a much lighter color. His chubby pecs, arms and legs are all similarly thick. Where his face would be instead has a black screen. His blank face screen changes to display 😀, then 👍.