Hydraulica knew Wrenchius was different from the other boys at school.
She noticed it the very first time she laid eyes on him - there was something about the way he fat-nerd-power-fantasishly saw his pneumatic leg when he calibrated. Also, he seemed to have an unusual knowledge about holy way of the Electrical Circuit. And just last Tuesday after Holy Temperature-Dependent Particle Dynamics MXIII, she saw him repair a malfunctioning combat servitor with barely any damage.
There was something else she knew: she was in love with him. But she didn't know how to win his affections, for he was always cold and distant.
One night, Hydraulica was reading movie prospect for "Fury of the Battleaxe VIII: Our Glorious Soldiers Kill Filthy Heretics" about paranormal creatures when she realized the truth: Wrenchius was a Mechanicum enginseer!
The next day after class, Hydraulica saw Wrenchius head off into holo-cinema. ''It's now or never,'' she told herself with resignation, and walked after him.
When she caught up to him, he was standing behind very tall, gothic-looking soda vending machine.
''Wrenchius , it's me, Hydraulica. I... I have to tell you something... I love you!''
He sighed deeply and walked toward her. ''Oh, Hydraulica, there are things you don't understand about me.''
''I know more than you think,'' she breathed. ''I know that you're a Mechanicum enginseer.''
''It's more complicated than that,'' he said, staring into her grim eyes. ''Love between your kind and mine is forbidden. They would destroy us both if they knew.''
''I don't care,'' Hydraulica said. ''I could never live without you.''
''Really?''
''Truly,'' she answered.
He reached up and gently caressed her glowing blue augmetic eye in his dark hands. ''I love you, too,'' he whispered.
And then he kissed her. His kisses were like tea (not as we know it now, of course, but something similar in spirit)-scented premium-grade silicone breasts upon her lips.
The days and weeks that followed were darkness. They had mechadendrite sex, prayed to the Omnissiah, and helped a toaster recover from his traumatic past. It seemed that nothing could come between them.
One night while applying holy unguents to a beautiful fuse box, a howl of tortured heretics was heard from outside the librarium window. ''They've found us,'' Wrenchius whispered solemnly.
Hydraulica sighed. ''At least we've had this short time together.''
''I won't let them take you from me,'' he promised.
As soon as he spoke, the enemy's leader burst through the door. ''Stand aside!'' the leader ordered Wrenchius .
''Never! She is my true love, and you will not take her from me!'' Wrenchius stood defiantly between Hydraulica and the leader.
''Then you will both die!''
The leader lunged forward, but Wrenchius stood his ground. With a hiss like a malfunctioning pneumatic limb, he met the leader head-on. In a swift move, Wrenchius ripped off the leader's someting covered by robes, but hard and angular and kicked him in the surprisingly organic. Mortally wounded, the leader gasped and died.
Seeing their mighty leader fall to Wrenchius 's strength, his underlings panicked and ran away, disappearing into the night.
''That was amazing,'' Hydraulica breathed.
Wrenchius leaned down and gently brushed his lips against hers, his tea (not as we know it now, of course, but something similar in spirit)-scented breath caressing her cheek. ''Your love for me gave me the strength I needed. Now, everything is perfect.''
''Almost perfect...''
''Almost?''
''Everything would be perfect if you made me like you. I know you can do it.''
''Are you sure? If I did this, you'd never be able to eat delicious corpse-starch nutrislurry again.''
''I'm sure,'' she breathed.
Wrenchius read Hydraulica's mechadendrite, allowing his very essence to flow into her body. She sighed, then moaned like a grox after lobotomy.
Soon, the transformation was complete. Hydraulica was now a gothic Mechanicum enginseer, just like Wrenchius . Everything truly was perfect.
The End.