Sometimes, you just know.
You see her and you just know:
She's the one.
She has what you need,
And so, you put the pieces into place...
Grant a little freedom...
Give a little access...
Let her have what she wants...
What she needs...
And before you know it, she's spinning out of control...
Destined for the scrapheap
And you've got that
Empathetic Transducer circuit
that you've been doing without for the past twenty runs.
Out of print.
Hard to find.
Except for one who understand,
that some were born with the
Heart of a Cycle
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