The hipless woman in the glow of creation is offered up by metallic arms from the mechanical ovum encasement complete with a form guidance rebar system.
An outline of daggers.
Two shaded observers watch the moment of transaction with The Humanoid arching the spine in combat tested confidence. Era required feathered hair flows forward in the celestial aura of frozen static cling.
A wrist bracelet attached to a subwoofer binds tomorrow’s Eve, while feet glow so brightly that all physiology is lost. Guards protect piled pancake housing units. The robo-bulldog waits.