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Watching the Gears as They Move it Reminds Me of Our Bodies in Motion
Looking back on it, it wasn't so bad. And should I mention it fell on that terrible, sweltering, August afternoon. You know the one, with the bugs, the heavy odor of rope, oil, and scrap, and there I was doing the last thing I should have ever done. I finally fucked her. After nearly twenty years of partnership, the deal was sealed and I'm not sure if things have been the same.
Looking back, I actually think I fucked her twice.
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It was a rough day for both of us. It started when we had about two run ins with swarms of hornet bots. Sonic, aka the boss, aka reckless adult, took his ambitions to the sky to satiate his hot desire to tear through robots in "the stratosphere," eliciting a huge sigh from the opposing party. Whatever though, we did it. She made it look easy though... I take credit for installing them, but the way she used those guns, that was completely her. The way she pumped bullet after bullet after bullet, penetrating through each target with immense velocity and animalistic vigor. But maybe she overdid it that day as she began to slowly lose altitude. It was too hot and muggy, not the most ideal conditions. We had to retreat to the hanger, my girl wasn't doing well.
After a "Catch ya on the flipside, bro-fag" Sonic went thankfully as far away as possible. He didn't care and he never will. Which is fine because I stopped expecting that from him years ago. It was just us as it usually was whenever we had to get ourselves back into commission. Her physically and me emotionally. I never liked to see her like this, but thankfully I've always known how to get her back in shape. I knew how to take care of her.
"You certainly worked yourself over this time..." I sighed as I released the panel mechanism exposing her brilliant interior. I began to sweat from the thick humidity and for the first time in our time working together, I found myself gazing uncontrollably at her labyrinth of circuitry. So intricate, so complex, and I was the only one who knew how to navigate her. However, I can't always be for sure as she is what she is and to be honest, I think her spontaneity makes her all the more arousing. I began feeling around only to have her "AGH! GODDAMN IT!" burn me unexpectedly. That's how she was sometimes. But hey, she wasn't going to completely give it up, especially when she was this distressed. I persevered, biting my lip to cringe the pain away, and I began to prod and pry, twist and screw, adjust, level. I began to shake. I began rushing, I began to get clumsy. She sputtered and spewed and I apologized. It was my first time... but she without a doubt had more experience and in her seniority I felt a little sheepish. She purred and hummed which consoled me... and wouldn't you know, she nudged me to continue with a settling of the tension which subsided within her engine.
Faster and faster I went, hinging and screwing and drilling and over and over again. Sparks flew from her inner workings. I gripped the engine block as I began to jerk and reel. My eyes were clenched shut as colors smashed into the back of my eyelids. At it's height, it was pure bliss but it was only for a moment. Her searing body rested as I too began to deflate physically, emotionally, morally... I felt bad. She seemed fine, but I still couldn't shake the guilt. A soft hum from her center comforted me, almost as if it was saying "You're new and we all can't be perfect out of the gate. You can try again if you like." It was eerily motherly, but inviting. I wanted a second chance and I could tell she wanted to give me a second chance.