C-589 was a doll; or, more specifically, a robot with the soft features of a doll. It didn't have any idea why it was made.. It didn't need to. All it needed to know was its purpose... and that was to be used by client after client for whatever selfish desires or fantasies they could come up with.

C-589 was merely a plaything, a pawn to be used however a client desired. It's not like it'd actually get any say in the matter...

Today was unlike any other. C-589 was on its charging port, resting and recharging after a long day when its creator showed up. This man was cruel to the poor robot, treating it with nothing but disrespect. And of course, this day was no different.

C-589 was practically ripped off of its charging port by its creator, waking with a start as it attempted to regain its shaky balance. It looked up at its owner with a confused and drowsy expression, speaking in that familiar monotone and robot voice.