Luna Moth

Once, there was a little Gynoid, who had lived in a silent, dark maze for all her life, though she had no idea how long that had been. The maze was open to the night sky, and there was a small moon, up there, that shone down on her constantly…

… the little machine had spent all her life bathed in that moon-light, but had never really felt it’s pull… until the moment she did. At that moment, she felt a bit strange, felt relays closing and opening in a new sequence, deep within her…

… and, suddenly, her feet were no-longer anchored to the ground…

… she lifted them tentatively away from it…

… and she began to float…

… ‘How wonderful this feels…’, she thought…

… ‘I think I’ll go home, now…’ she thought…

… and she did.