she was soft like
a beef jerky.

Sharper. Sleek. Dark hair, joke choked eyes.

She floated several feet above the ground, her slender form gentle
as
a cat before its prey.

meat
and milk,

her
batteries filled, and wanting more.

Wild animals get bored easily.

I heard her purring
beside me

She likes it when you give her
whims.

energy coordinated perfectly with velocity & direction

I looked at her and felt a chill.

use of the tombstone
as a pillow. Lady Luck struck again.

to once and for
all call my bluff.

Source: several short and long texts by Octavia Butler (1.2 MB)

Method: GPT-2 text generation, 320 samples 250-500 length temperature 0.5-1.5, cut up