Steel and circuits made her body strong and her heart cold.

But what is she without this shell? If you stripped away the facade, what would be left to save?

When trapped within a world written by themselves, four friends from an online community must ask; Who has the pen now?

Slightly silly, slightly random, slightly serious story spawned of boredom and an old role play idea.

I have no idea where this is going.

Steel and circuits made her body strong and her heart cold. But what is she without this shell? If you stripped away the facade, what would be left to save?
A Conversion Bureau story.