“I’m a Doll. My job is to comfort you… I’ll give you a kiss. That’s all I can do.”

In the ruined, lifeless city of Organ, only machines remain, endlessly acting out their old programming. Malice@Doll—built solely to satisfy the sexual desires of her long-dead masters—awakens again and again to a world with no one left to serve. One day, drawn by the illusion of a mysterious girl, she enters a forbidden layer and is attacked by a grotesque being, the Vessel. Violated and shut down, Malice reboots—transformed. Her synthetic body is now warm flesh, human, erotic, alive. Her kiss, once meaningless protocol, now spreads a corrupting, sensual virus of life and flesh. Her transformation marks the beginning of a sensual infection, as Malice’s kiss begins to awaken, mutate, and destroy a mechanical world meant to remain unchanged forever.

Malice@Doll, once made to satisfy the rulers’ sexual desires, was suddenly reborn as human—but her transformation was rejected by the mechanical inhabitants of Organ. Even her fellow Dolls cast her out. Alone, she was visited by Heather@Doll, whose devotion moved her. Malice gave her a kiss—playful, tender. Then Heather’s synthetic body began changing, morphing into warm, living flesh. Realizing her kiss could trigger transformation, Malice dreamed: what if all Machine-beings became like her? Perhaps they could all be happy. The mutated Dolls, beautiful yet grotesque, began seducing others. Their kisses spread like a virus, turning steel to flesh, programming to lust. Organ moaned like a living organism, pulsating with pleasure and pain. With Heather beside her, Malice kissed even those who had exiled her. But the results were twisted, incomplete. Was this truly the world she had longed for?

\*\*“Even Doris\@Doll, who had resisted until the very end, finally yielded to fear and loneliness—and at last accepted Malice’s kiss. The Dolls who had gained living flesh became lost in pleasure, staging lewd feasts with the newly organic Machine‑beings wherever they went.

Meanwhile, Heather\@Doll—rejected and grievously wounded by Joe\@Admin—lay at the brink of death. When Malice gazed upon Heather’s peaceful, sleep‑like face—Heather, who had never understood the concepts of life and death—she was struck back to her senses.

‘I never wished for any of this!’ Malice cried.

Convinced that the root of all this horror lay with the Vessel, she resolved to ascend Organ’s upper tiers alongside Joe. Guided once more by the phantom vision of the mysterious girl, they reached the very stratum where Malice had first encountered the Vessel—but the truth that awaited them there would shatter not only Malice’s own understanding, but the very foundations of their world—!”