Sitting in a room was a girl. The room had no windows to look out of, no source of entertainment but the sound of a radio that played calming music. Not an ordinary girl, of course, but a doll. A doll that was created for whatever purpose. She could move on her free will, like a robot could. However, she wasn't a machine. This girl was a doll that was made into perfection. Every detail could remind anyone of a normal human being, but she was void of human emotions, just designed for perfection. Alice was her name. The doll wore a dress that was specifically made for her. A blue dress that had white lace trim with ruffles in certain areas to make the appearance more fitting. White stockings were on her legs, and black shoes were places at her feet. She also had a generic appearance for her face. Blue eyes that were easily noticeable, and blonde hair that framed her face. The epitome of perfection. There was nothing much to say about her because she did not know anything about herself. All she knew that she was created, but with no idea of what the purpose was. Though she was curious about what was there outside those walls that she has been surrounded by since her creator always left through a door that he always locked when he walked out. Soon she will know what it was like outside of the room that she was trapped in. For now Alice was sitting in the room on a chair, listening to the classical music that played from the radio. All she did was wait until he came in to look her over like he has normally done, to see if there was anything else that he needed to do. Sometimes he would just sit and talk to her about things that went on through his day while she grew slightly envious at the fact that he was free to do whatever he pleased outside of these walls. One day she will see for herself what it was like out there.