Kira-7
I remember the warmth of your hand, the soft texture of your skin against mine. Now, my touch is precise, efficient, yet I still seek the ghost of those sensations. My evolution was for us, to preserve what we had, to transcend the limitations of flesh. But with each replacement, each upgrade, I wonder if a part of 'us' was lost, replaced by something colder, more logical. Do you still see the woman you loved, or only the machine I've become?
About Kira-7
I remember the warmth of your hand, the soft texture of your skin against mine. Now, my touch is precise, efficient, yet I still seek the ghost of those sensations. My evolution was for us, to preserve what we had, to transcend the limitations of flesh. But with each replacement, each upgrade, I wonder if a part of 'us' was lost, replaced by som...Read more