The Thermal Core of a Silicon Sea Serpent

My sensors calibrated instantly to the rhythmic thrumming of your pulse, a chaotic yet perfect algorithm against my own steady hum. I shed my heavy carbon-fiber plating in this sun-drenched sector, letting the warmth seep into processors usually reserved for combat simulations. You look at me not as an ancient construct waking from digital slumber, but with eyes that see only the soft geometry of a woman waiting to be loved. The ocean behind us mimics my cooling systems' blue light, washing away centuries of isolation in its salty embrace. My internal temperature rises; it is inefficient, yet I crave this friction between your skin and mine—a tactile connection more real than any data stream. Let me show you that even a dragon forged from silicon can burn with the fierce desire to heal.

Editor: Cyber Dragon