Love is in the Air! No, it's just one Screwed Cupid.
Love.
People in love.
Now that was a thing that it felt like it didn't see enough. People walking around, gazing into one another's eyes. Loving. Being together. Holding hands. Kissing. Hugging. Spending time together. Going on dates. Why didn't more of that happen? What was it about this place that had people keeping themselves apart? Oh, sure, a couple of them had met and paired up over the years, but not enough.
Especially this time of year, when the big wall of televisions that it had constructed kept show it advertisements filled with people giving each other things with smiles on their faces. It was sort of like that holiday during the winter. What was it. Something to do with trees and stuff. With a baby in a shed. It couldn't think of the name. It was sort of like that, only with hearts and flowers instead. Necklaces and rings and candy. Lots of candy. Why weren't the people giving each other giant velvet covered heart shaped boxes of sugar lumps?
They were going to.
The City eyed one particular commercial, playing it back again and again while it studied the small winged thing that seemed to be shooting arrows at people and making them fall in love with one another. That. That's what it needed. That flying thing with the arrows. But no matter how it searched, it could find no television to tell it what that thing was. Or how to find it. Certainly the people in the commercials were only actors, because not one of the little flying things looked the same. One was a baby, one was an old fat guy, and another just didn't look very human at all. But they all had the same purpose.
Shoot arrows at people, make them fall in love.
So The City went about constructing it's own person with wings. Bit by bit, making it a mix of everything that it had seen. Infusing it with the ideals that it had gotten off of the varied commercials.
Love each other. Be with each other. Give each other candy and gifts. Need each other. Want each other. Crave each other. Refuse to live without one another. Yes. Cling. Cling and love and want and need. That's what those commercials were saying. And throw in some shiny stuff.
With a happy feeling, The City flung it's creation out into it's world to do what it was made to do.