The girl grew. She grew and she never remembered her name. She had many. Every time she was given to a new home, she would find herself back where she started.
Nowhere.
She was to go to school. She was to graduate. She was to live until she was hurled back to the beginning. She had long since memorized millions of languages, and everything they believed, and everything they taught. She began skipping through school, finding herself college. And even that wasn't enough. She memorized everything. She knew how to do everything, and she knew something was wrong. Why else would there be a girl barely a year old exploring things some of the bravest men wouldn't dare to do.
She hadn't a clue why.
