The cryo bay was freezing when I stumbled out of my pod. Coolant had leaked from nearly every pod, and the room was awash with the harsh tone of hundreds of flatlines all at once. I couldn't open the personal drawer beneath my pod, the ice too thick, instead stumbling naked towards the door. Hands trembling, I fought to pull the door's emergency release, struggling, and finally cracking the icy layer keeping it in place, sending me tumbling into the hallway. Luckily, the floors here were heated.

As I lay there and warmed my frigid body, I expected help to arrive. Any moment, a medic would be here, to get me dressed and checked over, while technicians would be fixing the pods and salvaging whoever they could. But... No one came.

I wandered the ship, and found not a single soul. It wasn't until I found the bridge that I truly realized what happened. The bridge opened despite my lack of clearance, and the automated 'Captain on Deck' message made me wince. No survivors. Command automatically passed to only remaining crew member.

Ordinarily this was a temporary problem, as the ranking crew member would initiate the cloning of the captain after confirmation of death. However, protocol did not cover civilian colonists.

It took me three whole days to decide what to do. I'd take advantage of the situation. As captain, I could modify protocol, and set new rules in place.

The repair droids went to work fixing anything else damaged on the ship, and the cryo bay was cleared of corpses in favor of recycling the organic biomass.

And now, as I stand in front of the controls to the cloning chamber, looking through my options, I designed my perfect companion, piece by piece, gene by gene. A whole crew at my fingertips, able to be controlled and commanded by me and only me.

As the fluid began to drain a few minutes later and my companion's perky tits and hairless mature cunt came into view, I was already hungry to give her a test drive...

And there we have it! Plenty of room for growth, exploration, and plot amongst the smutty goodness. I'll happily design an entire galaxy to explore together, encountering danger, fun, and peril as we see fit!

And naturally, we can include any sort of gene mods or advanced sci-fi technology we can dream of.

A genetic predisposition to exhibitionism? Easily done.

A fleshlight linked with the cybernetics in a clone's brain, wirelessly transmitting the feelings of being pounded at any moment? Simple.

The ability to stop time from the clone's perspective, enhanced senses or instincts, or even alien or animal hybrids? All easily at our command!

Some majorly neglected kinks of mine involve beast (sentient/nonsentient female beast taking human male dick), furries/scalies, and other more 'out there' scenarios.

Hit me up and we'll discuss further kinks or limits, extremely flexible on what can be included with only a few strict 'no's'!