QUOTE(cmal @ Mar 18 2011, 01:19)
Where do baby Transformers come from?
Well, cmal, when a mechanical arm loves a wide load very much...
First you start with the mechanical arm. Aroused by the beauty of the load, it prepares a long, heavy steel rod and slowly but gently shoves it inside. There's a loud clank as the tip hits that sweet spot, penetrating the secondary layer and finally coming to a rest when it can go no further. It is a perfect fit. The hand knows that the two of them were man-made for each other. They were meant to be, and the two of them know it. But the expression of love between these two has only begun.
The hand slowly begins to grope around, discovering for the first time every little thing about its beloved. It runs its mechanical fingers all over the load, taking in the nooks and crannies. The load is imperfect, it knows, but it loves it all the same. They say love is blind, but when sight has never been yours to begin with, the loss of such is not so tragic as that.
What's this? A second hole? The hand knows what it must do. It slowly inserts itself inside, and suddenly, the two have become one. This is the ultimate form of love, the pinnacle of their togetherness. They will always be together, the two of them, and nothing can keep them apart.
Filled with joy, the hand starts to expand, and begins to change. White fluid erupts as it glues itself to the load's innards, and soon, it has become a part of it. Yet the load has a prodigal appetite, and cannot be satisfied with one hand. It shifts, opens up, changes bit by bit. Gears grind against each other and sparks erupt in this mechanical orgy of hot steel on steel.
And thus you repeat.
The load, having had its fill, begins to experience a wonderful change. All it needs is one more...
A spark is inserted inside it, and the spark makes its way through the load's body. Giving it energy. The creation of a new, beautiful life form.
And thus...
There is more than meets the eye.
Grumpy Grumpies Grumping, No, fuck you
Mar 18 2011, 02:46
