Selene Machine is the ultimate Mom. She does it all. She is a provider, a nurturer, a fixer-of-broken-things. She is a warrior, a protector and inventor. In all this, however, she has had to sacrifice a certain amount of personal time for herself.
Her once lithe figure has spread a little…well, a lot, and she just doesn't have time to ensure her mascara is intact, and her hair perfectly coifed. But those superficial things are of little importance anymore to Ms. Machine.
Selene has faucet taps for nipples. She has had to become a constant faunt of sustenance to others.
She is girded in leather because she has had to create a tough exterior in order to cope with the demands of middle-age.
She wears a codpiece because she is the true keeper of the family jewels, while distended from below drip the keys of wisdom she is always expected to have.
Her rounded belly is full to bursting with the ripe fertility of life, which is, admittedly, quite ungainly at times. But hey, her body isn't about her anymore. It's been morphed and redistributed and engineered to make her the ultimate provider. She's a bio-mecha-superhero. Unfortunately, this means poor Selene appears to be anything but the image of female perfection (even if she actually is).