“She was pale and still, stretched out on an airbed in the Body Shop in Quaba Fleet Hospital. Like an angel, I thought—a pale, wounded angel, cast down from Heaven's wars. "I feel wonderful," she replied with an easy smile. "Lucky biomags are not addictive—or I'd be hooked for sure." "They say your new legs are growing fast. With chromite bones, you'll be able to outmarch us all." The lower portion of the airbed was obscured by the gentanks. They had shown me the images of Priestess's new le...gs. Creepy, I had thought. "All I want is for them to look the same." "They will. Don't worry." "So now, your girl has got fake tits and fake legs. Tired of me yet?" Priestess was exaggerating slightly. She had taken x-max in the chest on Mongera, and they reconstructed her breasts. "It's not a problem, Priestess. The important parts are still there." "Very funny. How much longer before they unplug me from this thing? I'm getting tired of dribbling into a urine bag." "Now you just relax and don't worry about that.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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