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Lex set the monitor equipment to record and alert him if any medical emergencies arose with the test subjects—unlikely, unless dehydration became an issue, as there was no evidence a subject could "overdose" on silver kryptonite, any more than they could on marijuana—and took himself and his throbbing erection to the shielded security door marked XXX.

The security process took a few minutes, and included a few logic puzzles that only a 10th level intellect could solve in the time given—sufficient to deter any hackers. The raging boner he sported was not helping, but Lex found that he enjoyed this added challenge. When at last the security process was complete, the locks disengaged and Lex stepped inside the kind of airlock.

The lighting inside was red. As crimson as the dying star that had birthed his greatest enemy. A necessary precaution. It would not do for his source, which had provided the Kryptonian genetic material for the "cocktails" that Lois Lane had so ignorantly been slurping down at the bar, to escape.

Lex carefully began to undress, smiling quietly at his triumph, checking the biometric stats displayed on a monitor mounted to the wall. Production was steady, at nearly one liter an hour. He noticed that the subject's breasts had gotten a little bigger...possibly the diet and lack of exercise were causing them to put on weight. Several interesting possibilities suggested themselves, but Luthor put them aside in his mind for another time. Right now, he had more pressing needs.

Passing through the final airlock, Luthor was aware of the animal smell of the chamber. Clear tubes dangled from the ceiling and attached to the subject's mouth and anus, to keep it fed and hydrated. XXX sat in a seatless chair, their grotesquely swollen scrotum passing through a hole and resting on the floor underneath—like a pair of basketballs, barely constrained by the thin skein of stretched flesh. Arms and legs were held in electronic manacles. Their penis was totally ensconced in the harvester device of Lex's own design. One that never let them go flaccid, never stopped stimulating and pumping. A headset engulfed their eyes, constantly playing out the endless array of pornographic videos that Luthor had chosen.

A human would have gone mad...perhaps even a normal Kryptonian. But not Superman.