Page 45 of Rescued By The Alien Prince Pirate

"Once upon a time they did," I explained. "The Belic have their own emperor now. He is one-hundred and forty-seven years old."

"What?" Carmela gasped. "How is that even possible? Humansdefinitelycan't live that long."

"He looks like he's twenty years old," I said. "He is able to age slowly like this because he is cybernetically enhanced. He uses gene therapy to prolong his life and health. This comes at a price, however."

"What kind of price?" Carmela narrowed her eyes and kept them fixed on me.

"The dependency," I continued. "These technological modifications are what keep him alive. A lot of that stems from theothermembers of his Belic race. That's why they harvest the humans they capture. Theyneedthe organic matter in order to survive. You have to understand, it's beenhundredsof years of their evolution into this new robotic race."

"You're right." Carmela adjusted herself in her seat next to my cot. "It's complicated to understand."

"You don't need to feel pressured to understand all of it in the thirty seconds I've been explaining it to you," I said compassionately. "I just want you to know so that you have abetterunderstanding of it all."

Carmela smiled reluctantly. "Thanks… I guess."

I went on. "The rank of the Belic Imperials depends on howmuchbrain matter they have. The more humanoid looking an Imperial is, the higher their rank."

"Like Jun?"

"Yes."

"How old areyou?" Carmela asked, giving me a quizzical look.

I smiled. "I'm sixty-eight."

"No, you're not." Carmela shook her head with doubt.

"I am."

"But you don't look a day over thirty-five, if even that."

"We age differently," I reminded her.

"You're lucky then," Carmela said, lightly chuckling. "You lookinsanelygood. I hope thatIlook that amazing and fit whenIam sixty-eight."

She crossed one slender leg over the other, and it turned me on big time. We made eye contact with each other, and my cock got hard just imagining all the wild sex we could have together. I wanted to turn fantasy into reality.

"How old are you?" I asked.

"I'm thirty-two."

"You might have told me that already. Sorry, if so." I grinned.

Carmela laughed. "Yeah, it's hard to remember. It seems like a million years ago that we met."

"Maybe that's a good sign."

Maybe we were meant to be together.

Carmela's cheeks flushed pink, and she smiled. "Maybe." Her voice was quiet, and her expression was subdued. I fought off the urge to kiss her again, because I was afraid that it would lead to other things. I didn't know if she was ready.

"The Belic also give the organic matter to their robots," I said. "They are so obsessed, that they wanted to become robotic themselves. They want to look the part."

"How do they do it?" Carmela asked. "How can they be both things… part you and part… well… robot?"

"Who knows why they do what they do," I said. "In the early times, the most violent lawbreakers were sent into exile. This was before they had their uprising and took over our planet. They used their robots for the revolt. The brains of humans are what power the intelligence of these robot creatures. TherealBelics are more like us. However, theirrobotsandimperialsare vastly just robots with hints of human matter attached to them."

"They sound like they know what they are doing," Carmela said with an overwhelmed sigh. "It's scary stuff."

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