| bitterfic ( @ 2009-06-15 06:59:00 |
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The Human Touch
Techrat did not like people as a rule. Minx was the exception.
It wasn’t because she was pretty. Techrat never noticed her hair or make-up or what she was wearing. He could care less about her long legs or firm little breasts. What he liked about Minx was that she understood machines. She had a proper reverence for them, she respected them and knew how to handle them. She could take apart a synthesizer, put it back together and make it even better. In anyone else’s hands it would just be rubble.
Techrat thought of himself as a machine. That was why he didn’t let anyone touch him. He was afraid they’d mess him up somehow or break him. Minx though he could trust to touch him.
Though when she did touch him, he didn’t feel like a machine at all….