Publication 732
By Arcadian on
Sunday, February 27, 2005
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Mid Tower
In the showroom,
she was the colour of envy;
metallic lime green
with a soft sheen
and angled alien high cheek bones,
flared and vented to disipate
over heated emotions.
The lights flicked on
and a cascade of coloured light rippled
across a tinted visor
and sent apocryphal messages
to her operator.
She was ready to engage;
her temperment finely attuned,
and slavish to inner logical soul.
The fans began to whir
and then others followed
Overclocked processors
ran like wild wire,
streaking through gateways at fever pitch
but always in the knowledge,
that Alien-ice packs
would cool her red hot anger
and complete her tasks with ease.
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