More and more artificial intelligence is being applied to classic sex dolls to fulfill people’s emotional and physical needs. After graduating from university, I joined AINIDOLL, a doll company that sells dolls worldwide. While working here, I got to witness the greatest form of loneliness and painful form of humanity. Here I want to share some true stories of our customers and the secret world of sex dolls with adults. If you are one of them, you are not alone.
At 7:30 in the morning, I woke up, took a bath, got dressed and rushed to the office. The dormitory is only ten minutes away from where I work, and through a deep alley, there is a small gray building with four floors. From the outside, it had no difference from the old buildings in the historical district of Boston. The moment you walked in you were sure to get surprised.
The countless young women-like bodies were hung on steel frames like meat in a slaughterhouse, wrapped in transparent plastic bags. They had different skin tones, black, white and yellow. They are all realistic, exquisite and beautiful. Although I had been working here for a period of time, I walked into the doll warehouse every day and saw this scene like it was a dream. A nightmare or a sweet dream, I couldn’t tell for sure.
On July 2018, I graduated from university and applied to work in AINIDOLL as a product support specialist. My duty was to sell doll products all over the world.
Our products are sex dolls, also called physical dolls or companion dolls, which are high end adult products. When I walked into the facility, I realized that this is a company that makes sex dolls and adult products. The moment the two girls who applied for the job with me saw the dolls, they turned around and left, saying that they could not know how to explain it to their families.
Looking at their backs, I also had a feeling I should leave but my feet were as stiff as nails and I hesitated. My parents died young, and my grandparents raised me using any means to earn money for me to go to university. They were old now, and my wish was to make more money. The starting salary here was high, there was a commission after the three-month trial period, and the factory took care of food and housing. For me, the conditions were perfect.
Most people only knew about inflatable dolls. Our main products, physical dolls, are made of silicone or mixed material TPE. They have been popular in market such as Europe, America and Japan for a few years. This kind of doll looks like a real person, and every part is highly simulated, with a metal skeleton embedded in it, the joints can be bent, and it can assume various poses. There are many types of doll shapes; height, weight, skin color, facial features, hair, eye color, tattoos, nails and other features that can be customized. The inside of the body can be heated, and the sound card can be customized to allow the doll to speak some simple languages. Moreover, our flagship products are artificial intellect dolls or AI dolls. Those dolls are even more realistic since it can make natural conversations plus facial expressions.
The regular models of physical dolls are priced between $400-$2000, and there are also high-end customized ones. As long as the customer takes a photo and lists the requirements, the factory can open a mold to make that exact doll.
The company has also worked with other factory to develop a smart doll that can move its head and limbs and respond to guests in Chinese and English. It is similar to a smart robot, but is expensive, and the cheapest one costs over $3000. Compared to European and American dolls, AI dolls sold by us are cheaper but offers even more functions.
Passing through the warehouse, I walked to the office area and turned on the computer to check my mail. The first thing I had to do every day was to reply to all kinds of bizarre questions from new customers: “Will I get stuck?” “How much can the doll heat up?” “What is the maximum size of the chest when the doll is standing?” “Are you guys legit?” It was really a lot of pressure.
At this time, the computer jingled. It was an email from Steve with the subject: “This Christmas, I won’t be alone anymore.”