​     A second killing?

     A complication. Delphi despised complications.

     He checked to see how Grelock's syn was coming along. Almost done. Good.

That proceeded along as planned at any...

​     ERROR! ERROR!

     No! Something was wrong with the syn? No!

     How serious?

     Not serious at all, really. A glitch. Something slight that concerned her emotional make up. Delphi doubted Grelock would even notice it in the two or three hours he fucked her, after which, of course, she would be pulped so that her cells could be recycled.

     He checked to see how long he had before Grelock arrived.

     Eighteen minutes. Not nearly enough time to create an entirely new syn as sophisticated as Grelock the Great required.  

     Then, another "complication".

     His slaves had been massaging his dick for nearly three hours.

​     He needed to climax. ​ 

     It welled up in him until it became pretty much all he could think about, and he was an ​egri.

     Why did everything have to happen at once? 

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