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"A BRIDE IN METAL SKIN"

And low and behold, past the constant whirring or gears, and the ever-present clanging of the smoke-filtered factories, was a shimmering silver beauty.

This seen only in the distance in her first outing here.

Her presence made more alluring via the oil-stained glistening of the thing's jiggling breasts, and this was made possible by the soft synth-metals that Chicago Mega-corps usually produced only for comfortable auto-seats.

The dreariness of grease and grime seemed to part ways for its visage...HER visage.

Lips like liquid metal, pressed against the air, as she spoke; this un-being, this steam-powered siren, so gingerly composed of slick bolts and wires.

And it was then, that I first realized my destiny would be entwined with this rustic-thing, an industry constructed Soul-bot, to whom now was fueled by an Atomic Heart.

Yet one even more compatible than our organic blood pumps, which I would soon realize could harvest an intangible sensation, we civilized apes long ago had once called LOVE...

-- Templar Dark Riddle

Description
"A BRIDE IN METAL SKIN"

And low and behold, past the constant whirring or gears, and the ever-present clanging of the smoke-filtered factories, was a shimmering silver beauty.

This seen only in the distance in her first outing here.

Her presence made more alluring via the oil-stained glistening of the thing's jiggling breasts, and this was made possible by the soft synth-metals that Chicago Mega-corps usually produced only for comfortable auto-seats.

The dreariness of grease and grime seemed to part ways for its visage...HER visage.

Lips like liquid metal, pressed against the air, as she spoke; this un-being, this steam-powered siren, so gingerly composed of slick bolts and wires.

And it was then, that I first realized my destiny would be entwined with this rustic-thing, an industry constructed Soul-bot, to whom now was fueled by an Atomic Heart.

Yet one even more compatible than our organic blood pumps, which I would soon realize could harvest an intangible sensation, we civilized apes long ago had once called LOVE...

-- Templar Dark Riddle