King

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My life has been arranged in such a way that I have become a victim of infertility. The doctors were powerless to help me. Having lost hope, I turned to a dubious doctor, who sent me to a laboratory for the development of organic robots. People there mutated, shrank in size, or became hyperactive, although before that they were sociophobes. Before my turn came, I was put in a room with a reserved man. He spoke rudely, but to the point, with fever and insomnia. His face was hidden by a cloth, only his eyes were visible. We were injected with a new drug, but I was not afraid, as I was used for vitamin testing. But Koenig, my neighbor, became violent. What was injected into him? He's not mutating, is he? In my dream, I felt thousands of eyes wanting to seduce me. I was disgusted, and I woke up. But my neighbor was different. Octopus tentacles with suckers grew from his powerful shoulders. -I want to fill you up, bitch.

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