Plenty of Time

He added a third arm for his thirtieth birthday. Something of a reach, according to his friends, but he rather liked the extra appendage. It went well with the third eye, although that was something of a bother as he’d had it placed at the back of his head which meant he had to keep his hair cut short and it was set a bit high, so hats were a bother. And scales. He loved his scales. All over his back. He could flex them so he looked like a pine cone, but the ladies seemed to like that. The third nostril hadn’t been quite so successful, but the machines were able to restore the bilateral look of his face. So many choices. Wings? super-powered prosthetics? Enhanced vision? With a system that would never age, never get sick, never die, he had plenty of time for experimentation.