Short story.
Anima, a real-looking-puppet machine. She dreams, unlike all the others in the Carnival she lives within. She learns, throughout the years, about a feeling that humans call love, though she is only able to take notice of it when she is on and it displays right in front of her eyes. She isn't very used though, and everyone who uses her machine end up thinking of her as a waste of money, until he comes along and shows her that machines, too, can experience that which humans call love, even if it is destroyed in the end.