She was manufactured in cold, sterile corporate conditions by a team of 60-year-old men devoid of artistic ambitions. No heart or soul lead to her creation upon this Earth, just the tired, hushed conversations of executives who desired more money.
Merchandise pertaining to her sole appearance within popular media will drift through bargain shops and into landfills, less than a footnote in a single generation's lurching, dead-eyed journey toward the grave.
