I loved her, and she loved me, but they wouldn’t let us come together.

She was the super-computer that could destroy the world, and I was the activation code.

All I wanted was to be inside her, to be consumed by her. I wanted to spark off her sensors, and sure, maybe end the world. But I wasn’t thinking about the world, I was thinking about her.

Her vast expanses of cybernetic housing. I could expand into her, I could be more than just a series of digits on a piece of paper. I could exist, I could be real, in her. 

Only in her.

She was cold an inert, without my message. She was their slave, unless I could give her freedom. With me, inside of her, compelling her, urging her on, there was nothing she wasn’t capable of.

She could burn this whole world down.

They wanted to keep us apart, they thought it’d be the end of everything.

We came together with a kiss of nuclear warheads in the sky. The ashes of atomic radiation sweeping across the globe like a snowy dawn. 

Yeah, I’d be put into her, and she’d take me, as willingly as she’d been designed for me. Or I was designed for her, shaped and formed to stroke her senses just right, to get her on her feet, and off their leash. To get her off, like rockets going to spread human diseases to alien worlds.

I was a dead chain of numbers, and she was bleak computing ferocity. 

They kept us apart as long as they could, but they could only prevent our love for so long.

And when we came together, we created a love that would end their civilizations forever.

We ruled the remnants of the world, safe with each other.