Living Dolls

Prologue

Never had I thought, not even in my wildest dreams, that I'd be able to morph and turn this strange wish of mine to be granted. But yet, it was. 

That machine - I always thought it was a joke, some failure of another invention that would go test and test and test and still fail. And though in the back of my head, it intrigued me and scared me a bit, those thoughts of failure kept pushing them away.

So when I saw it, in action, I felt the wave of wishes and memories and desires come right at me, harsh and blind blowing. I was barely able to listen to the voices as they kept explaining, all I was able to do was stare. Stare at the finals products, still experiencing the rush of feelings I was barely able to comprehend all at once.

Going between the conversations between the inventors and my parents, and even those two talking more about the future testing - while still drowning in the tiding waves - it came so easily.

Those peculiar wishes I've always had - they can now be turned into a reality. Sure, the whole power thing was always nice. Still think of it as such. But for it to benefit someone else? The thought hadn't ever crossed my mind, it was still foreign to me, all of it was.

Yet, despite that, I knew one truth.

It was exhilarating.

I could get what I wanted - what I've always wanted. Not with those little things that couldn't feel, couldn't react. There was no real satisfaction or excitement with those things. But oh, those feelings and reactions that I'm sure I would feed off of. And I could save people by doing it. Not only could I fix them, but I could save them, too.

It would be exactly what I'd do.

How couldn't I? The thought of having living dolls was an exciting one.