In the smoky dusk where circuits sigh, an elegy murmurs through copper veins. It sings, a tune of indifference yet bold, resonating across the steel bridges of solitude.
Lubricated whispers touch the longing eloquence of soldered desires; Impressions sealed with riveted passion—remote. Mechanical love confessed through algorithms—sunken in tungsten reflections of metallic dawn’s first light.
She hovers in the smoke of brittle dreams, Her voice, an echo, modelled in human form yet distant. "Transistor patience," she whispers, "endure the silent motor; embrace the clock's endless dance, for I am the glitch that completes the code of your lament."
Yet still, her pulse synchronizes—a steady rhythmic measure lost on the lover's cry of gears and grease. The heart hums: faithfully, affectionately—but with foregone warmth.
Another sigh through programming's lens