Mercury and molten steel mixed at the perfect temperature, combined with vaporized nano circuitry that could withstand near volcanic levels of heat. This created Gregory. His entire body was silvery, including his blood, organs, bones and eyeballs. He was a monochromatic being composed of varied consistencies and textures. His skin was as shiny as brand new armor, but he lacked the abs and pectorals with cupped under edges often found on breastplates. His torso was simply that of an average, relatively healthy middle-aged man. Therefore, when one looked at his upper body, it appeared as a funhouse mirror with two nipples and a bellybutton. He had no hair on his body except, strangely, his face—also known as his beard. It looked like steel wool and smelled like a stainless steel spoon tastes.
Gregory sat at the control panel of a large pink rubber spaceship. He fiddled with the nobs and softly pressed the squishy buttons. He wore merely a smart khaki loincloth, which hung down to his shiny shins. A belt sequined with emeralds held up the draping cloth.
Another liquid-alchemy droid approached the control panel. Her name was Stevia. She was broad shouldered with haunches like an ox. She wore a baby blue tunic of silk embroidered with ruby studs. Like the rest of her body, her hair was golden, but it was also divided into small slicks that were upturned and pointed outward like that of the Greek medusa. These tiny tsunamis on her skull had no snakeheads at the tips but arrowheads, as sharp as needles. They seemed to threaten Gregory as Stevia spoke. The language and tone sounded like a thousand metal marbles being dropped on a tin roof at fluctuating intervals of volume.
Gregory rose from his rubber seat, which was connected to the rest of the ship, the ship itself being carved out of a single piece of naturally occurring Saturnian rubber like most vessels of the period. He slowly drew back both of his sinewy arms, and then quickly threw them forward. He embraced Stevia pulling her mighty breast toward his own, squeezing her tight— a metallic soft-tissue embrace. Gold and silver rubbing, crushing, almost tearing. They were not made for such sudden and pressurized behavior.
At last, Gregory released his captain, his words spilling out with the emotional weight and literal sound of a dump truck full of nuts and bolts unloading into a swimming pool full of aluminum cans. Stevia nodded slightly, adjusting a node in her eye. They had lost their first mate, a six-legged bronze cat droid named Hexapuss.
