“Meet Plasma—the first living automobile. Engineered by my family.
My wife’s spine forms the chassis. My son’s muscles work the suspension. My daughter’s skin upholsters the seats—see her freckles in the leather?
Their hearts beat inside the engine. Twin pistons. Still pumping. Listen closely.
She runs on blood. Mine seeded her. Now she needs more—to breed, to fill driveways.
Watch her move—flesh rippling over steel, bone grinding beneath chrome.
She’s beautiful, isn’t—”
The feeding tube erupts through his eye socket. His children’s hearts surge, pumping Daddy’s brain through translucent veins.
The engine roars.
Orders flood in.
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