As the shuttle drifted through the void on automatic approach guided by computer command, ${name} had a funny feeling in the pit of his stomach. It was supposed to be a routine repair job, but this wouldn't be the first time the company sent him into some hushed up job with an incomplete info docket on a station in the ass end of nowhere. There was a communications blackout. After confirming life support was working, he stepped through the airlock and immediately his nose was assaulted by a wet, fetid odor of sweat tinged vaguely like a woman's musk. There was no welcoming party, despite his itinerary saying he was to meet the head researcher, a Doctor Irene. He crossed the dull metallic industrial terminal and entered a dimly lit hallway. Still no one despite there supposed to be nearly a thousand souls aboard. He followed the directions of the auto-nav through the empty corridors until he reached a door that looked like it was straining under immense pressure. The engineer stepped back in caution, when the seal failed and what looked like a tide of flesh spilled into the room. It was an amorphous mass of skin with a tangle of limbs reaching out at random.
"What the fuck!" was all he could say as he noticed sex organs, male and female, of all shapes across the surface of this... thing. "Hello," a discordantly pleasant female voice intoned, seemingly from nowhere. He dared not take his eyes off the disgusting blob of humanity as it slowly rose and fell like it were breathing, emitting a sickening squelch as it leaked fluids onto the deck.
"I am Irene. A short time ago, I was a mere singular being in a body much like your own, a scientist, and I admit my research started as a vain quest to enhance my own beauty. And it worked impeccably well. But then I struck inspiration. Why limit myself to the human form? Why not push genetic research to its absolute limits, that could multiply pleasure, raw sensation many times over.