She was held together by wires,
rather than ligaments or tendons.
She was animated by button-pushing,
rather than physiological stimuli.
She was covered with a soft plastic,
rather than rapidly-dividing cells.
She made for her johns, a good kink,
then, for her master, a good home,
and, for his children, a good mother,
but the day she became real,
she found another to take her place—
a plastic girl like she had once been—
for there were better things out there.