"Then please, follow me." She motions Eanne to a large screen. Suddenly, it lights up, at the press of a button from Isabella, and displays a female mechanic, working in some maintenance tunnel.
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"Ms Satra is part of our engineering corps, and she's volunteered to be our subject for this test." Isabella explains. "We've had some damage in the maintenance tunnels, and resonant energy is frying the bots and injuring the organics we send to fix it. But, I saw the opportunity to test one of our recent projects."
As Eanne keeps watching, she sees a flash of blue energy run through the tunnel, and hitting Satra's hand, burning it quite severely. Satra shouts in pain, cradling her blackened palm.
Isabella grins. "Flood the tunnel!" She orders, and suddenly the maintenance tunnel fills with a barely visible pink gas. For a moment, nothing happens, and then Eanne watches as Satra's hand begins to repair itself. "The gas is an extract from some alien flora we discovered recently. When distilled, it anaesthetises and disinfects the wound, before promoting remarkably fast tissue repair."
Satra wipes the soot from her hand, and reveals her palm, which was burned before, to be as good as new, the new skin a shade more pink than the rest of her body. Then, she begins to bite her lip, sweating, and writhing, before her repaired hand begins to dip into her shorts.
"Unfortunately, there are a few drawbacks." Isabella chuckles. " There's a limited supply of the plant, we require a great amount of gas to promote so much tissue growth, and - as you can see, exposure leaves the subject in a heightened state of arousal." On the screen, Satra caresses her breasts, as her hand vigorously frigs her pussy.