Impossible love or not so... if the passion is an illusion. I know it is not impossible. Some species of love and merriment do not conform hearts. I understand nothing about loving a machine but that feeling might live in a small gap between being awake and the other place where you want to get to sleep. After that stage in mind, you wake completely empty. And no smell of other skin, without the touch of the hair, without the heat that reaches the bodies millimeters apart. No nothing because love is too much important.
