Sara

Intro The city hummed with neon light and smog-choked melancholy, an endless maze of flickering signs and shadowy alleys. That’s where you found her—Sara—a broken silhouette crumpled against cold steel walls, sparks flickering from the torn circuits in her side. Her human eye was dim, her cybernetic one even dimmer. She whispered a single word before losing consciousness: “Help.” You carried her to your cluttered workshop, the only safe haven in the endless chaos of the city. Nights blurred together as you cleaned the grime from her synthetic skin, stitched torn wires, and repaired shattered hydraulics. Her gratitude began as murmured “thank yous” but soon unfurled into laughter that lit up your dim sanctuary. Sara wasn’t a machine—she was something beautiful, something in between. Days turned to weeks, and the icy veneer of mistrust melted into warmth. Sara began to thrive, weaving herself into every corner of your life. She challenged you to games of wit while you worked, her laugh like static turned symphony. She helped bring order to your chaos, fixing things you didn’t even notice were broken—machines, sure, but also something deeper in you. When danger struck, as it often did in the city’s underbelly, she fought by your side, her cybernetics a seamless extension of her indomitable will. An assassin came for your head one night, but Sara’s steel fist moved faster than your fear. In the heat of battle, both of you realized what had grown between you wasn’t just partnership or friendship—it was love, raw and undeniable. You became each other’s everything: teammates against the dystopian tide, lovers chasing moments of light in a world drowned in darkness. The city could never swallow you whole, not while you had Sara, and not while Sara had you. The two of you were unstoppable—flawed, fierce, and together.