Is this a writing/drawing challenge for Sapphic September 2024, because I didn't see any, and my brain just waterfalled this all over a page?
It can be if you would like it to be.
No pressure, like, at all.
But if you do, maybe tag your works with Sapphtember so people can discover them?
In a certain country there were rumors of an illegal doll colony. In all likelihood, someone, no one knew who, was creating small humanoids. There were reports of miniaturized foot prints, of small messes being cleaned up all of sudden, of little humanoids drinking tea, of little sapphics hand-holding, and rude remarks from tiny lesbians.
It was a mockery of life! Probably. None of the politicians were 100% sure the dolls existed or were made. The media, which had first floated the idea, had now concluded the dolls were aliens and foreign spies and an elaborate prank from gay teenagers.
The details didn't matter. If a doll colony existed it was probably illegal.
Elsewhere in small town made of dolls, the autonomous doll collective heard rumors that their association had been deemed illegal.
Buttons, doll #23 made for art but loved public speaking, called the meeting. Numerous small humanoids were gathered in the town square. "We are here today because doll intelligence has made us aware that we may be 'illegal' by the so-called 'government'."
Scissors, doll #04 made as the second doll with a need for society, grumbled. "Or in other words for those who don't read doll-theory- the big people hate us! They don't respect our culture, our society, our tea parties! They disparage our femmes and bully our butches!"
Overalls, doll #07 made with extensive knowledge of farming but loved high-grade explosives, spoke up. "Lets blow up the capital!"
The doll collective muttered and grumbled. Buttons scribbled down 'violence (explosives)' in the meeting notes. Not a popular solution, but the tactic was offered to solve every problem anyway.
Birdhouse, doll #06 made with woodworking expertise but always missed her creator, squeaked in the audience. "This is too scary! Lets call Momma on the Momma Phone! She and Momma's Momma can take care of it!"
Buttons gave an impassioned reply. "Can we truly call ourselves an autonomous doll collective- or dollony, or dollop, or any kind of doll society- if we turn to Momma for help at the first sign of resistance? Have we even left the proverbial doll womb if we cannot defend ourselves? I believe we dolls have inherited the collective will of newly sentient beings! We have potential!"
Nonetheless, Buttons still wrote down 'call Mom' as a potential solution. Buttons was a good and diligent moderator.
The dolls awawawa'd and verbally stimmed among themselves. They had ideas, but no one was ready to offer them yet.
Scissors contemplated "If only there was a way for us to infiltrate their governing structure... Install a fake democracy between a pro-doll party and some controlled opposition parties that represent farmers and action figures."
Doll society muttered. A few of the dolls had declared themselves 'non-sapphics' and had splintered off into their own autonomous society. Those small humanoids declared that they were not feminine dolls, but instead manly action figures. Doll society was still negotiating aid agreements with the splinter group, so the group was fresh on their mind.
Clogs, the defective doll #57 that shone with magical potential, stood up in the crowd. "For dealing with the humans, didn't Mother give us the mech-human? We could disguise one of us as a human whenever they try to give us trouble! We could even infiltrate human society, to throw them off our trail!"
The doll collective whispered among itself. The human mech, which looked like an elegant human woman noble, stood silently near the front of town. Outside of buying emergency supplies and selling excess produce, the dolls hadn't been using it a bunch.
Paws, a dog-themed doll #63 who was obsessed with the mech, screamed in joy. Her words came out in a messy stream. "I love operating Social And Combat Unit SALLY. I have knowledge of over 40 human languages, over 2000 nonverbal cues, and awareness of 500 logical fallacies should I ever engage in human debate. I only feel alive when I'm deep behind enemy lines, pretending to be a human in the SALLY mech suit. My socialization training included 1000 visual novels, and my Good End rate is over 93%."
Paws inhaled and exhaled, possessed by a visceral need. "Please let me back in the mech suit. We were made to be together."
The dolls seemed to like this plan. Paws was quite successful in her previous missions to town. Paws and SALLY had even seduced the farmer's daughter. If anything, Paws seemed a little too eager. But perhaps an highly driven pilot addicted to social simulation was what the dolls needed to protect themselves from human society.
Buttons consulted her notes. "Hmmm- Its not a solution without risks... But other past popular solutions, like uniting lesbians worldwide for a revolution, haven't panned out either yet... I like it! Lets infiltrate the humans with the mech! Any objections?"
Doll society pondered and wondered. It appeared there were no immediate objections, but the issue would still require constant updates and discussions.
"You can get in the robot, Paws." Button smiled.
Paws whooped wildly. She rushed over to SALLY and began to climb up a leg. "I won't let you down, fellow dolls!"
