Fay

There she stood, legs made of leg flesh. Blonde rivulets like dragon steam curling concentrically from the apex of her spliff nape. Gorgeous as milk and honey, sweet as smoken embers. My Fay, my pretty android woman.

We used to pour oil over each other's faces and lick up the residue with metal tongues. That was until she met him. HIM. The toast of circuit boards, the ruin of Microsoft.

Fay fay fay where are you now?