LA Fashion Portrait - Cool Blue New York Style
Her heart was pumping. Luckily she had no soul. The machine in her pounded. It all added up and the feedback of her parts joined in her CPU. Her eyes, held constantly at zero degrees to maximize performance, had located the anomaly long before her body got there. Her eyes held the ice of the poles, and her heart was the iceberg, deeply underwater and only peaking out with a small part to lure in the men who would come and wreck their lives on her and go down into the black, freezing water.