The neon hum of circuits fills the silence.

Hydraulics sigh. A silhouette of steel moves closer,each step a promise of weight and precision.

Cold chrome fingertips graze your skin... Yet your pulse sparks hotter than fire.

"Was it love or just good engineering?" etched into an abandoned console

"He didn't have a heartbeat... But he made mine race." scratched into a steel panel

A chair just whispered: "Sit on me,harder." with an stereotypical AI vocal.

Hey~ Have you heard of the Mechamory flag? It's for those whose attraction finds fire in robots,machines,androids, animatronics,mechs,even old non-tech machine... Anything made of gears,wires and steel.

It's about chrome bodies,electric gazes and the magnetic pull of something more than human. That mechanical devotion,that precision built desire.