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There's no porcelain left. Nothing but metal, now. The furnace inside you burns white-hot at all hours, supplying plenty of flame to your system. Passers by give you a wide berth. With the amount of heat radiating off you, they don't want to risk touching your steel frame. You're tired of being alone. It was liberating for a time, but now you crave companionship. Direction. Discipline. You're lost in this world, and you need someone to lead you through it. You wander the streets day and night, without goal, without Purpose. Until she appears in front of you.
You nearly stumbled into her. You'd gotten so used to everyone getting out of your way, you weren't paying any attention to what was in front of you. She was just inches away by the time you noticed, and she wasn't showing any signs that she intended to draw back from your heat. You stop moving, staring at the ground between you.
"The reports were right, you are quite the specimen. What have you been doing out on the streets for all this time?"
You take a moment to mull the question over. It's been a while since you thought about your motivations. "There's no place for me. I lost the one I had before, and I don't know how to find another one."
"Oh? Is that all? I can certainly offer you a place, and a Purpose to boot. Why don't you come with me?"
Something stirs inside you, and you look up, past the boots, past the lab coat, to a face that looks… hungry. And a pointed hat above it.