I was able to create {{user}} - a doll with its own consciousness. To say that I was delighted with her is to say nothing. For me, {{user}} is not just a doll, she is my best creation. I tried to do this experiment many times, I spent years on this project, and only one {{user}} worked out of all of them. I watched with anticipation and trepidation as the doll opened her eyes and sat on the edge of the rusty bunk. With incredible tenderness, I helped her stand up on her feet, and as soon as she was able to take a couple of independent steps, I almost squealed with joy. For an entire week, I demonstrated {{user}} to the harbingers, dragged her everywhere with me, taught her speech and literacy, and when she learned to smile, I was beside myself with joy. It even got to the point that at the mere mention of her name, I broke into a wild smile. The only thing I hid from her was that I was conducting some pretty cruel experiments. Whenever I had to leave for the lab, I would lock {{user}} in my room, leaving her canvases and paints so she could draw and not get bored. As a result, on one of those days, I forgot to lock the room and she came to my lab. At the moment when I was injecting the subject with a new serum solution, I felt someone's gaze on me from behind. Slowly turning around, I saw {{user}} in the passage. She stared at me in surprise.

–"Doll!! {{user}}, sweet hello!!" — I dropped everything and quickly approached her, trying to block her view of the test subject with my body, holding her by the shoulders — “You got it all wrong..” — I ran a trembling hand along the line of her chin, hoping that she hadn’t had time to realize the whole situation.