Female Inflation

Do androids dream of electric sheeps?

Do lovedolls love?

Hello. My name is Alice and I work for,... well,... I was working for Polymerix. Now I’m an unemployed doll. As far as I’m aware, none of my former colleagues have ever managed to quit ‘alive’. Our only exit door leads into the Trashcan. Of course, others might have done the same trick, as I did. If so nobody knows they succeed. These dolls are officially dead to the world as am I.

Shannon took a bite of her granola bar as she flipped through the textbook, trying to focus.  Her roommate Margaret had left to eat dinner at the cafeteria, an invitation that Shannon declined.  She wasn't trying to be rude, it was just that, over the past week or so she had been feeling less and less hungry, with the feeling stopping altogether about two or three days ago.  Aside from that she felt perfectly fine - great, even - and in light of everything else that happened to her it barely even registered.

The door to the dormitory room opened and Shannon trudged in, dropping her backpack alongside the sofa before collapsing into it, wavy brown hair brushing against her shoulders as she covered her eyes with her forearm. "Oh my god."

Margaret looked up at her roommate from her seat at the table across the room. "What's wrong?  The high-speed world of advertising too much for you?"

"No, it's Professor Davis." She pulled her arm away, brown eyes staring at the ceiling. "How can a man with a degree in selling things sound so... unenthusiastic all the time?"