How shallow. How about we go for stuff less common and plain?
Stuff I like?
When well-dressed women play with their heels. Being well-dressed (dress pants/heels combo) is an indication of maturity and professionalism, yet having them hang loosely like that while sitting is an indication of youth and playfulness. This mix is more uncommon than an extreme of either type of woman mentioned, and that is something I can like.
A given mission, mechanical assault, manufactured devotion.
Red eyes, an upside-down form. Even the twisted shape was made to be that way.
No matter how cruel the slaughter, worse than a demon's,
or how gentle the kindness, greater than an angel's,
a machine has neither will nor madness—only code, and a few bugs.
So why, then, does it feel so unbearably sad?