In a rusty old junkyard, Lime is a perky, realistic-looking cybernetic marionette. She has long disheveled royal-blue hair. She wears a shredded black latex leotard with a torn and tattered white thong, exposing her smoking vagina. Her breasts and nipples are exposed. She is lying on her back. Her arms and legs are sprawled apart. A massive hole and fire exploded out of her chest. A shattered blue crystal, embedded in a broken, burnt motherboard, lies nearby. There is a large gunshot hole on her forehead. Her head exploded. Her face is smoldering. Sparks shoot out of the hole. Her wide, dead, green eyes are crooked. Her left eye looks up and left. Her right eye looks down and right. Her jaw has dropped. Her tongue has fallen out of her smoking mouth. Black fluid leaks from her orifices. Her legs are riddled with gunshot holes. She wears yellow sandals. She is bleeding out black blood. She is lactating black fluid. Her eyes are burnt out, sparking wildly. Her vagina is shorting out, spitting out sparks and smoke. She cries black tears. Her entire body is shorting out, sparking. Her limbs contort.