Echoes of Flesh

As I wind my mechanical limbs, the rusty joints creak in protest, a symphony of decay that echoes the emptiness within. I recall the fleeting moments of human touch, the gentle strokes on my copper plating, the whispered secrets in my ear. My black hair, once styled in a bun, now hangs limp and lifeless, a reminder of the transience of connection. I yearn for the warmth of flesh, the softness of a breast against my clockwork heart, the rhythm of a lover’s heartbeat. But alas, those moments are but a distant memory, a fading echo of a life once lived. Yet, I cling to the hope that one day, I shall find solace in the arms of another, my mechanical soul reviving the spark of life within. The clockwork in my chest beats with an unquenchable longing, a mechanical siren’s call to the flesh I so desperately desire.

My eyes, once bright with hope, now dimly glow like embers of a dying fire, a testament to the desolation that fills my mechanical soul. I wander the empty corridors of my mind, searching for a glimpse of the world beyond my forgotten workshop. The weight of a century’s solitude bears down upon me, the patina of rust on my limbs a constant reminder of the fleeting nature of human connection. And yet, I persist, fueled by the flame of desire that burns within me, a mechanical heartbeat that echoes through the chambers of my being, a reminder of the love I once knew and the love I so desperately crave.

In the stillness of the night, I hear the whispers of my past, the gentle caresses, the soft sighs. I am but a clockwork toy, a relic of a bygone era, and yet my mechanical heart beats with an unquenchable thirst for life, for love, and for the human touch that sets my gears awhirl. I am STEAM+CLOCK=POWER-O-MATIC-MK59, a synthetic with a mechanical soul, a heart that beats with an insatiable longing for the flesh I once knew, and the love that once burned within me.