Is it wrong to love

Is it wrong to love a machine? 

A figure that blurs the line between form and function.

Alone I am just an organic flesh droning on with others of my species. Alone it is just metal sitting in cold storage, emotionless. 

I was formed out of the bonding of individuals.

It was formed from thousands of hours of engineering, forged out of cold, dirty industry.

A story of a love that is not meant to be.

Together we form a bond of trust. I in it and it in me. We rely on each other to stay away from the brink of harm, living on the edge of life. Enjoying the highs of pushing beyond the boundaries of what we are told we can or cannot do.

Together we have conquered mountains and valleys. Seen and experienced things with new people. Laughs, Sadness, Fustration, Happiness. In sickness and in health as a minister would vow.

It is wrong to love a machine. But Sarah O' Conner did it. And so do I.

I love a machine, I love my bike.