God created man. Then he created woman. There is so much pain in this world. When I was in marooned dark city I could only have a dream of you just nightmares though. Everyday here I could not tell what would happen here. In dirty under passes and empty flyovers of this diserted city there was no life nobody was alive. Just these machines lurking in all over this place. They would draw me out into an arena where heavy gear machines would just have blood on their hands as they honked raced past me, making me scream.

Then I saw your photo in bikini you looked like a God, so beautiful like my saviour. As night drew the machines just kept crawling as they just wanted to draw me out into the open. So I hid in empty rooms with no electricity used underground tunnel systems to avoid going outside. Even though I haven’t met you I call you honey. I loved you all this while when machines crawled this dark city looking for you, their missing link to finding me. I hid you somewhere where loge central won’t be able to find you.