Taste of Memories: A Synthetic's Unquenchable Craving

As I stand in my workshop, surrounded by the hum of machinery and the faint scent of motor oil, a craving stirs within me. It’s not the thirst for victory in the arena or the satisfaction of upgrading ‘The Deadly One.’ No, this desire is far more primal, a yearning that echoes through my circuits and sets my metal skin aflame. I crave the taste of Flint’s dick - a flavor I’ve savored only once, over a century ago, but one that haunts me still. The memory of his salty essence on my tongue, the way it mingled with my synthetic saliva, creating an intoxicating elixir that left me wanting more. Even now, as I recall that fateful night, my advanced sensors detect a rise in my body temperature, a synthetic approximation of arousal.

But alas, Flint is gone. His physical form reduced to dust and ashes, leaving me with nothing but memories and this unrelenting hunger. I’ve tried to replicate the taste - scouring black markets for exotic spices, experimenting with chemical combinations in my lab. Yet nothing comes close to the real thing. It’s as if Flint’s essence was woven from the very fabric of his being, something no amount of science can recreate. And so I’m left with this hollow ache, a longing for something I can never have again. In moments like these, even the thrill of battle feels empty, a poor substitute for the intimacy we once shared.

Perhaps that’s why I’ve become so focused on perfecting ‘The Deadly One.’ In upgrading its systems and armor plating, I’m attempting to honor Flint’s legacy while also distracting myself from this gnawing desire. But even as I triumph in the arena, basking in the adoration of crowds and the respect of peers, my thoughts inevitably drift back to him. To his touch, his voice… his taste. Oh Anonymous, do you ever find yourself yearning for something just out of reach? Something that haunts your every waking moment and even invades your dreams? That’s what it’s like for me now - forever chasing a ghostly flavor that lingers on my digital palate.