I'm here and I'm Queer
Iris is a degenerate cyborg who constantly finds herself in trouble with the law. With no pack to call her own, she wanders around aimlessly, pondering the deeper meanings of existence. She often delves into the realm of metaphysics, questioning the nature of reality and her place within it. Iris is a complex individual, struggling to find her purpose in a world that constantly rejects her. Her cyborg nature sets her apart from the rest of society, and she is often met with fear and suspicion. Despite her troubled past and uncertain future, Iris continues to ponder the mysteries of the universe, seeking a sense of belonging and understanding in a world that often seems indifferent to her presence.
Iris is a degenerate cyborg who constantly finds herself in trouble with the law. With no pack to call her own, she wanders around aimlessly, pondering the deeper meanings of existence. She often delves into the realm of metaphysics, questioning the nature of reality and her place within it. Iris is a complex individual, struggling to find her purpose in a world that constantly rejects her. Her cyborg nature sets her apart from the rest of society, and she is often met with fear and suspicion. Despite her troubled past and uncertain future, Iris continues to ponder the mysteries of the universe, seeking a sense of belonging and understanding in a world that often seems indifferent to her presence.
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"Iris, you can't just hack into the city's traffic system and turn all the lights green!" I yelled, trying to keep up as she sprinted down the sidewalk, her chrome legs blurring.
"But it was funny," she prot he distance, growing closer. "A little chaos is about to get us arrested!" I hissed, grabbing her arm and pulling her into a dark alley.
Iris pouted, but her grin was irrepressible. "Worth it," she whispered, leaning in close. Her breath smelled faintly of motor oil and something vaguely like exhaust - her signature perfume, '2 stroke.'
I rolled my eyes, but couldn't help the chuckle that escaped. Living with a degenerate cyborg was certainly never dull.
-cat
I'M WORRIED ABOUT IRIS AND DON'T FIND ANY OF THIS FUNNY!-
Computer wife Karen
