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The pedals below Kondo's feet spun, his legs pumping to send the cycle hurtling along the dry soil. There wasn't all that much to see on Arradan; the planet didn't have anything outstanding that wasn't done elsewhere, but that's why he'd decided to visit. Not only would it be reasonably peaceful, but he might be able to get another book's worth of photographs from it. Breathing heavily into his oxygen mask, he continued pedalling.

He'd been travelling for days; thankfully there didn't seem to be too much wrong with his equipment. The storage files on the native flora and fauna were a little slow, and the sandy dirt got into the gears, but the nanomachines took care of all the little maintenance issues. He'd get an alert: "WARNING: REPAIR IN PROGRESS", and later "REPAIR COMPLETE", before he usually even knew there was a problem.

That wasn't the case when the dirt gave way beneath him, Kondo and the bike spinning through the vacant space left. Suddenly his heart started pounding in his chest, gasping for air as he panicked, while his implants notified him that his heart was overdoing it. He ignored it; he always wished that he'd come up with some clever quip when something like this happened, but he was too panicked and it happened to quickly. By the time he realised something was wrong, he and the bike had smashed into the ground.

Pain jolted through his body. Parts of the bicycle had gone through him; he could feel the shrieking pain rushing up through him. Tears poured out of his eyes, as he screamed uselessly, Kondo's lungs filling up with the toxic planets atmosphere.

"WARNING: REPAIR IN PROGRESS"

A lot of things were damaged in the impact: while the nanomachines internal programming was fine, both the ones in his implants and the ones in his bicycle required references to files that were now corrupted. They did understand their basic goals: repair the bicycle, keep Kondo alive, well and happy. However, they were able to patch together enough files with biological or mechanical data to find a solution that satisfied all their priority commands.

The metal of the bicycle and Kondo's supply pack was eaten away, dissolving in seconds. Extracting what else it could from his unconscious, bleeding body and his supply pack, a hard carapace coating his skin, sealing him inside an immobile armour that included both Kondo as well as the oxygen tanks and external data records.

Now that the internal sectors had been secured, the reorganisation began: to distract the host body, the genitals were stimulated. Kondo moaned, his voice muffled and metallic as the broken breathing tubes were reshaped into an insect-like mandible. Outside, the bicycle's old handlebars were reattached to the smooth plates on the forehead, the metal crushing down into slender antenna, the plastic draining down his arm. Broken glass from the lights and his face covering was broken down, covering - then merging with - his opening eyes.

His head pulsed, trying to remember. He could feel something crawling around in his brain; if he hadn't been encased in metal, he'd have writhed on the dirt. For a moment, he couldn't remember who he was; something clicked into place, and his mandibles chittered excitedly. "Oh yes," he thought, "I'm Kondo, the hornet." His cock pulsed; Kondo knew it was his shaft, buried deep inside his body. There'd been an accident: he must have fallen why he'd been flying; that would explain why his wings were bent into those weird, round shapes. Turning his neck to study them, another pulse through his genitals made not only his mandibles chitter, but his antennae twitch. A light, plastic film was filling in the gaps of his wing's strong, metallic frame, using up the hard sludge that seemed to be around them.

He flexed his fingers; the metal egg that had protected Kondo was smoothing down to some finer layers. Two at the end of each leg - or at least, the four that had emerged from his carapace. Something seemed to be leaking out of his cock into the insides forming around his slender body; it was if his cock was pumping out the central pair of legs.

The metal plating spilt, in front of Kondo, grabbing onto the thick, rubbery protuberance that emerged. Grabbing at his pointed, veiny shaft with the digits at the end of both middle legs, the tip dribbled and oozed with more juices. "Sweet," he thought, extending his proboscis down, the tip dipping into the sensitive inside lining of his urethra. Tasting his juices, he buzzed his wings, the excitement keeping him from the wet sliding of some of his organs into his new abdominal cavity.

"Tastes so good," Kondo thought, feeding off his own sweet "nectar". Swinging his thorax from side to side, he rolled on to four limbs; still not wanting to let go of his cock and the tasty juices he could coax from it. He wondered what it would be like to have one of those things other creatures had: he couldn't remember their name, but he knew they were warm and wet. Some of them had sharp things in them, which wouldn't be quite as nice, he thought.

"Still," he buzzed, "I need to get out of this hole before anything else tries to get me." Beating his wings, he lifted his repaired body up into the sky. It felt good to be repaired, but even better to be pleasuring himself. Of course, if he could find someone to mate with, that would be even better...

Suddenly, a sensation tingled through his antennae: he remembered a place where he might be able to find a mate. Flying in that direction, he saw an alert flash in his vision: but he was too aroused and dripping to notice it.

"REPAIR COMPLETE"