This is the last photo we have of our dad. On weekends, he liked to swap his mind into a... doll. He said he found it relaxing, that he didn’t have to worry about anything like that. Not work, not eating, not sleeping, not even breathing.

We warned him about going outside as that thing. Often he’d lounge around in the backyard where the neighbors could see. The neighbor's dog hated him when he moved - even dogs sense the uncanny valley. I was always worried it'd rip him to shreds like a rubber toy if it ever got its teeth into him.

We only took our eyes off him for a few minutes. We thought he might have fallen in the river and floated downstream but we checked. They came to collect the garbage that day. We don’t know if the garbagemen threw him in the compactor by mistake or if somebody just took him. Either way, there’s just no way he would have left willingly. We called the landfill no luck. We’ve put up missing posters all over town but people look at us like we’re crazy.

Finally we tried the police. They just laughed at us, told us to check the lost and found. “Your toy is probably getting spitroasted by vagrants about now,” they said.

Obviously we're very concerned for his safety. There’s not a lot he could do to defend himself if anyone decided to… If you see any sex doll speaking or just movement, even if it’s just part of one, please get us touch. A man’s life might depend on it.