*I don't own My life as a teenage robot or its characters
The differences were obvious, there was no comparison. Flesh cannot meet metal unless it's a cyborg love affair. They couldn't be, but they did, and continued to be.
How they met was accidental, their relationship experimental, hypothetical, it wasn't logical. One would always best the other, superiority the scar that would always be.
Yet, love covered a multitude of sins, it was a code ingrained in every living being.
Could she ever love him?
Could she promise forever when mortal flesh carried limits?
For him, who offered flesh, feelings, and forever, even if he had to convert himself into living code, transforming himself into a flood of binary and maddening algorithms; she knew with her swiss powered time piece she could.
What were metal and blood compared to feeling and knowing?
It was a barrier, but that never stopped him before.