There was a man across the river.
"I'm fine..." I called back. I looked around for my rescuer, but she was gone. "Where did the woman who saved me go?"
"What woman? You saved yourself!"
I glanced around again. Only me, and a few puddles, reflecting the clouds.
And I just laughed, happy to be saved.

I see you up there, a vivid dot in my empty sky. You dance above my atmosphere, tantalisingly out of reach.
It's been an age since anything came to visit me.
You are so small, so warm, so beautiful.
I wonder, with all those fancy sensors of yours, do you know that I'm looking right back up at you?

My off time. Like I could kick off the stiletto heels that are physically part of my feet, wipe away the cherry red colour of my plastic lips, or lay down the weapons built directly into my skeleton.

What do I do in my off time? Absolutely fucking nothing.

"I like gardening!" I say with a smile.