Sigmund

Sigmund swooned at the sight of her. She was just as pretty as the day he first laid eyes upon her. Shapely but firm, she was the very definition of beauty, sophistication, and practicality all rolled into one delightful package.

She was his hyper-ultra-death-ray which he used to enslave the human race, but in the process she had enslaved his heart.

Was it wrong to love a machine? Especially a machine that was 700 tons and bolted securely in a massive dome built upon the pinnacle of a lofty mountaintop? If it was wrong, then Sigmund didn’t want to be right!