THE LIFE CYCLE OF AN OBJECT
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Living sex dolls were not uncommon by any stretch of the imagination; however, a luxury model like the Siren was an indelible status symbol. 
Sirens were bred and raised to serve the whims of their owners. Modified and adorned accordingly, these gilded gifts were anything but the sullen cumdumps installed on every street corner, or the coarsely pertinent workers of the Erotic Relief Force patrolling the ghettos. No, for these masterworks of eros, lavish splendor would be all they ever knew. For the aspiring bourgeoisie, a Siren would be all they’d ever need.
Like any luxury though, Sirens were also the playthings of the ultra-rich and the ultra-powerful. There was an innocence associated with them and their absolute devotion to their owners. 
Defilement of a Siren was considered one of the greatest pleasures available. 
Many a model tasted despair in the service of an eccentric weekend fling. Social media overflowed with yet another clip of a millionaire desecrating his new Siren. A playboy’s night out or a spoiled heir’s sweet sixteen, parties such as these were smugly referred to as “graduations.” Prior to, a Siren’s training was considered woefully incomplete. 
One final conditioning session on what it truly meant to be another’s possession, it involved the breaking of those very expensive, very confused, and very distraught toys. A reminder of the nature of their existence, the graduation of a Siren was an affair of blades and hooks, bats and clubs. By the end, what was once a shimmering statue of flesh became a shivering mound of meat. Objects returned to objects.
Broken toys such as these were stripped of their furnishings and discarded, as with any other unsatisfactory doll: sent to the corner stalls to benefit the public works program, provided they were still sufficiently intact. Here, Siren shared suffering with stall-maiden as equals. They had always been - after all - disposable, coated with varying amounts of glamour to disguise it. 
Used and abused by the laymen, defaced by the delinquent youth, it was clear to any stall still capable of thought as to their place in the world. And when a stall would finally go cold, the meat was replaced and the old flesh tossed to the destitute for whatever unspeakable things transpired in the ghettos.
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