The constructed, unthinkably, scientists, builders, thinkers, thanks to their ingenuity to fatality or a mysterious conjunction of factors, give life to inanimate objects, building them a body and bringing from unknown places a soul. All these beings are the constructed, irreplicable works of art forced to take humanoid form and live with other monsters.
Perhaps even Pinocchio would have preferred to remain a log or become a restaurant table to have a quieter life?
