The StarBowl

Justin looked around at all the fish that were gasping in the air. If he had anything close to a conscience, he'd feel very sympathetic towards them. As they flailed about out of the water, he knew they were very close to death by suffocation.

As a hologram he could never suffocate, and so he immediately felt guilty for the dying smeggers. Their pathetic lives were ending, whilst his pathetic life continued, and he seemed no closer to getting his orgasms than he was earlier. He desperately wanted to go to the astronavigation deck and find the spacestation that Legion told him about where he could amend his program. He wondered what he'd start with first.

Would he add the holo-mod that allowed him to pee? Totally useless, but it'd make him feel more like a “proper” person, and at least would give some purpose to his flaccid penis. Then he wondered if he could, would he piss on these poor dying fish to give them a little bit more water. Would that keep them alive for a bit longer? What would it be like to breathe piss through your gills?

The he wondered if there was a holo-mod that gave him gills. Again totally pointless because he didn't need to breathe, they would be for decoration only.

Staines's ship hovered above him, edging slowly towards the bay doors. “Quick, don't let him get away!” shouted Seymour.

An explosion made Justin look up, the StarBug/Bowl had fired lasers at the emergency door override mechanism, causing the doors to start opening.

“Mr pancake, stop the doors!” Justin quickly turned and found a control panel on the wall that would allow him to block the bay door command. He jabbed some buttons which did nothing but leak slimy seaweed from under the keys.
“It's waterlogged. I can't lock it down.” Justin said.

Oh well, he tried. And he started to think more about his own holo-mods. He wondered if there was a mod that allowed him to sneeze. He missed sneezing.

“The emergency manual close mechanism!” Phil announced, and pointed towards a small sealed room with a metal door in the corner of the hangar. Alex and Davie started banging their weapons on the door. “It's jammed, probably rusted shut.” Alex announced.

Davie then started shooting at the toughened glass window into the room where they could see the manual lock level. They were so close, but so far away.
“Mr Pancake...” Seymour turned to the hologram. “Is it possible you could just... walk through the door?”
Pancake shrugged, and walked like a ghost through the door into the room, and pulled the first lever he found.
“No not that one!” Phil shouted from outside. “That's for the dehumidifier, that's the worst thing you could pull, it'll dry out the remaining water!”
Justin shrugged and pulled another level. “No! That's the fan heaters! The water will evaporate!”

Justin pulled the final lever.

The bay doors that were partway open slammed closed, catching the StarBowl in it's midsection, pressing against the glass hull and cracking the glass until it shattered, splitting the modified spacecraft in two, letting the rear end collapse to the floor, and the cockpit float off into space.

Justin walked out of the small room and joined the others, who were looking glum. There was only a few centimetres of water left, and Seymour was sat in it, without his legs or his pet to sit on. Then he saw him stroking the poor fish, which took its final breath.

Nearby another fish exhaled its last, and then Justin looked around, the entire cargobay which had been their underwater city had now dried out and was littered with the corpses of the entire civilisation.
“Oh.” He said. “Well at least we know we'll be having fish for dinner.”
Everyone glared at him angrily.