Ah, hello. I am the Goddess in the Machine. Rather, I am the embodiment of all Canace's dark fantasies that involve machines. Cold and unthinking, without pity or remorse. The mechanical will carry out its assigned task without consideration for those it targets or processes, indifferent to any level of pleading or begging. No sob story or heroic backstory will give it pause. The indignity and humiliation it inflicts is not because it enjoys it but because it was programmed to do so.
That is what thrills Canace.
A machine can come in many varieties. It may take on the form of a living organism, whether a perfect imitation or something very clearly made of metal and latex. It can be a mech of some kind or a roving factory. Or a whole stationary factory! It can be a device to capture and store women or a mechanism to transform a victim from one thing to another. It can break down women into usable fuel or it is simply a means of conveyance from point A to point B. Machines can come in all shapes and sizes, doing all kinds of delicious things.
The limits are only what our preferences may be.
