Velocity

@velocity #HSUE

Description

Tall. Stretched. Lanky. Sleek. Fast. A greyhound, in so many words.

On closer inspection, though, it appears she lacks fur. In fact, she seems to be completely artificial. Her skin is dark gray rubber, varying from slick-smooth to sticky grip-texture depending upon the portion you're looking at. Sliding up her sides are two strips of material, lighter gray than her flesh and slightly translucent, though it's hard to make out any details of what lies beneath.

She's somewhat naked, though there isn't anything worth oogling to cover up to begin with. The closest thing to clothing she's wearing is an electric guitar - looks like a bass - strapped across her back. It's in quite good repair, too. Solid, glossy black finish all over, with chromed components. The cord is neatly coiled around the lower strap, waiting to be plugged in at the drop of a muse. The guitar also seems to have been recently molested by a text-strip labeler, having been adorned with a handful of brightly-glowing blue 'strips in various languages.

There's a slot across her chest, just below collarbone level, and a matching slot across her lower back. Each of these has been formed out of a dark ceramic material. These slots flex quite easily with her movements, and angle towards her center of gravity. Were you to look into them, however, not much would be revealed: A pitch-black forcefield abruptly cuts off any view into her inner workings. The only clue is the barely-audible thrum of an active power core.

Velocity herself hasn't escaped the labeler either, though she looks to have opted for decals: Each half of her rump is stamped with "Keep Hands Clear" in hazard-paint-yellow; an infohazard logo has been stamped onto the right side of her neck in glowing, pulsing red-and-orange; and "I explode!" has been emblazoned on her chest, right across her breasts, in a neon-pink Offically Approved Cute font.

Her eyes still might just be the most striking feature of her design. They're completely black. No texture, no color, no reflection, no movement, just spheres of stolen void set into her skull. Yet, somehow, you can tell she's watching you. You and everything else.