Being made outta stuffing and fabric would be wonderful.
Having a cute little manufacturers tag stitched between my seams would be lovely.
Being made outta squeaky latex would be comforting.
Having handles indelibly attached to my thighs would be superb.
Being made outta metals and plastics would be amazing.
Having sensors sensitive enough to hear the whirr and click of my servomotors would be splendid.
The synthetic otherkin vibes be striking hard today, folks.
