​     10K.

     Usually, Grelock the Great allowed himself this luxury only once a year. 

​     This year, however...in all his long life, he'd never known another like it. 

     He wouldn't be more than a couple hours.

     No sooner had his shuttle landed on Hrrm's Hive's roof, then he was out the exit hatch on his anti-grav chair and headed for the Transfer Chamber. Over two hundred years old, most of what Grelock referred to as his "body", had very little to do with anything organic. What epidermis remained was blue-black and tough as leather. He insisted on keeping his original penis, and it was still long and slim, but now each of his balls were even bigger.

     And that penis hadn't done anything but pee for a long. long time. 

     Grelock felt very attached to his body. He had no intention of turning in what was left of it for anything artificial.

     For a couple hours, however...  

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