The nature of Steam

Through the jungle of mechanical plants and steam pipes, through the smoke and almost extinct green plants, to a small grassy shack on the outskirts of the "iron forest", was a short brunette. How many years had passed since the moment she had pinned herself in the stainless fetters of metal parts, the girl already did not remember. She began a new life - the life of a biorobot.
Finally, she reached a small dilapidated house. A meter away from him lay rotting flowers, intoxicating the district with their rotting miasma of hope. They will never bloom. After all, the energy of the biorobot's heart is enough only to support life inside the "green house" and the life of its mistress:
"Venus!" - Brunette called loudly, looking around in a small house. There was no furniture, no dishes, no chimney. Only trunks of green plants, slowly fading with the mistress, stretched in the center. In her eyes there was nothing but thirst for energy. Because everything was dying. Even the very queen of plants thought that inside her some organs had already been seized by harmful beetles and cut off under the root.
"Robecca!" Venus said, and fell to the floor. She needed energy. After all, in the age of steam technology, it is difficult for a plant to find something vital for itself.
"Do not move - save energy!" - brunette quickly ran up to the girl and bare her breasts. Cold iron, bolted, no longer held up well, because these bolts were twisted almost every week. For the sake of Venus, Robecca was ready to give all her energy though every day. To the last drop.
One of the steel ice plates opened. From her, at ninety per cent of the robotic body, the girl extracted her heart. Although it was more like a computer with a hundred wires. A small gray ball had already settled on Venus's arms. He lit up, and the queen of the world of plants began to blossom before our eyes. And the house with her. On one of the blossoming branches of cherry, a live bird sat down.
"Thank you!" - Venus plunged her heart back, closing the metal plate and kissing the robot.
Brown eyes-gears under the pressure of pleasure were closed, and the hands subordinate to the main processor were pulled to the body. A fragile waist and a delicate green skin, trembling from the icy touch. Delicate lips with sharp fangs, scratching the mouth of Robecca.
A thin thread of doubt ... Wrong! All wrong! It's wrong what they do. This is not the love that people will accept. Not those touches, concepts about which were laid in their small heads from childhood. Not that freedom of morals, which fits into the framework of society. Not those trembling feelings, from the history of which the pampered young ladies will beat faster.
But they do not care at all. When the body burns at the thought of a loved one, when the brain burns at the behest of the heart, and anyone, let the lightest touch, kindle a spark of continuation in his eyes ... And then you will still be on the floor of a person and the type of population to which belongs. You will not think about the future - you, at last, will tear yourself away from your problems and will live only one moment, only here and now.
"Venus ...?" Robecca's slightly muffled voice. Perhaps because she lay on a huge leaf of the plant and the second slightly covered her mouth.
"What?" - the queen of plants lay side by side, covering the naked body with a blanket of curling sprouts of grapes.
"You understand that everything that we do is not right," the biorobot moved closer to her beloved.
"And what, something will be for us?" Venus did not care what people thought. People who brought it and the environment to a lamentable state.
"Condemnation from relatives and the city government."
"Robecca ... you're a man who almost became a robot." I am a plant that can not live without you and your energy. We already have nothing to lose.
"Take my heart," whispered the biorobot girl, embracing her beloved.
"Take my soul," Venus whispered as quietly and they fell asleep ...