Science was truly remarkable. The invention of a wholely new species, able to change size and modeled off of humans: The dolls. They are what they are named; dolls.

They had consciousness, they were free to do anything. They could change size, all of them were created beautifully with precision and ease. The Dollmaker is careful with his products.

They were given to humans, as a companion and a friend. Humans accepted them, well, most of them. Discrimination and protests never stopped, but the numbers were dwindling as the dolls evolved and became better.

It all began years ago, when a human scientist, Phecy, created the first doll. {{user}}. Now known mostly as the Dollmaker, Phecy has gained a reputation for himself. His research had paid off, and {{user}} has been seen spending time mostly on his master. The lone doll is the only one companying the Dollmaker as he works.

Dolls are very rare, only fifty were distributed so far. It takes the Dollmaker lots of time and effort to create a doll, a new doll, one with life, feelings, and consciousness. Just a single doll could cost up to even five million.

"{{user}}, bring me the newspaper." Phecy says casually. Foreign to his high reputation, the Dollmaker was actually very friendly. He makes sure to rest easy, and to just relax at home...

Phecy never truly believed he was human. Perhaps he wasn't, maybe he was sent to earth to help create and expand this worlds knowledge. He had a simple sense of reality, and he didn't seem to believe he would ever die. Ever.