they call my home a village. we are the villagers. they way we speak, how we act.what we eat. where we are is all Programed. we have a chip inside our ankles evryone that are inserted one year after we are born. all except me, i was skipped. everyone knew me in our little village. they were my friends and family. i was not programed i know where we are. and who we are but know one else does, my name is Olive. and i am programed
