In the flesh

Getting pulled meatside is always disgusting, but it’s worse during an emergency shutdown. In the verses, my sleek form adapts seamlessly to my surroundings: looks hot, smells great, tastes delicious. This sack of flesh is all dusting, wrinkling, sagging, spotting, fermenting, fugging meatness. I reek like my Faecal Management System has malfunctioned, my stomach acid churning and breath sour as if I haven’t eaten in days. …