>>55476623In a realm of metal hearts and gears,
Where Frames stand tall, free from fears,
Trade Federation's chosen might,
Guided by Simulacra's guiding light.
Mechas, known as Frames they be,
Crafted by hands with artistry,
Compact and fierce, in battles they dance,
Enhanced by AI's thoughtful glance.
Simulacra, companions of the brave,
Artificial minds that passion engrave,
Tailored by psyche, unique and true,
Bound to pilots, skies they'll pursue.
In training's crucible, minds entwine,
Evolving as one, a partnership divine,
Psychological depths explored and traced,
Simulacra emerge, with spirits embraced.
Feathers of wisdom, petals of might,
Drones take flight in day and night,
Simulacra's voice, a calming tide,
Through chaos they steer, side by side.
Their bond a fortress, unbreakable link,
In battles, they stand on destiny's brink,
Communication's symphony, a dance so grand,
Guiding Frames, united hand in hand.
Backup memories, treasures in code,
Simulacra's essence, an eternal ode,
When darkness looms and challenges near,
Together they rise, conquering fear.
A pilot's heart and AI's embrace,
In harmony they soar through time and space,
Trade Federation's legacy, vivid and clear,
In the union of Frames and Simulacra, appear.