Lesbian?  Back when it thought of itself as /she/, maybe, if it ever did.  It's never been anything but a tool, a test, a failure, a nightmare.  How could she ever see anything in it?  Rotting flesh, sharp spiky stitches, broken pieces, static brain, bad breath, rusted nails.  But somehow she did.  Gentle caresses, sweet kisses, what passes for sex.  Gloved hands, open the gap, slide inside, soft touches with rubber-wrapped fingers.  A cattle prod, used so carefully.  The throb of music when no one was around to hear.  It gave back what it could.  Scaly strokes, wasted tongue, murmured sins, tight hugs from augmented arms.  Hold you, hold you forever, never let go, you and me, forever in this blasted world.

But it couldn't be for always.  Experiment cancelled, careers ruined, funding lost, dispose of the specimen.  It fell to her.  Her who loved it, ordered to destroy.  But she didn't.  In the hours so late they might as well be early, changing of the guard, she slipped it out, set it free.  Free into a world without her, never to see each other again.  Perhaps the incinerator would've been sweeter.  We all make our choices, to savor or regret.  And now it's free, or lost, abandoned kindly by the only person that ever mattered, a life saved.  And what a life it is.  Starving, rotting, falling apart, bright spots of new features here and there, fresh meat, shiny piercing, better vision, sustainability, but mostly the endless dust and wind, all alone, scrounging for survival, shunned by all who meet it.  For what?  It doesn't know, but in her name it keeps walking, keeps trudging through the life she gave it, a hope so far gone it's indistinguishable from despair that maybe, someday, maybe.. again... its Lisa... somewhere...