Her mind flickered with images of places she could not describe or even begin to understand. Dolores's brain was manufactured to understand only the things which she must, but that didn't mean her mind was devoid of imagination. She saw bodies of men and women without life in their eyes, empty of all emotion. They were lying on top of each other; caged up like animals in transparent rectangles and squares. Suddenly, a corpse turned its head and whispered, "We all know; you know, Dolores." She awoke startled and confused. How had this dead man known her name? What did he mean by "we all know?" Questions raced through her mechanical mind but before she could contemplate anymore, her story line began and once again she was prey to the "newcomers"; nothing but a puppet in the hands of a billionaire. Dolores slipped on her teal dress and laced up her boots as she strode towards the bedroom door. She could hear the sizzle of bacon as her mother prepared breakfast for the family. Her footsteps were quiet and calculated as she descended the squeaky stairs and entered the kitchen. "Mornin' mama, that's smells delicious." Her mother smiled and continued stirring the bacon as grease spurted from the cast iron pan. She proceeded to go outside to greet her father but was stopped by a small whisper. "You know, Dolores," the thin voice said, you know what you are, why you're here." She turned to locate the source of the voice, and Dolores was shocked to see her mother's mouth moving in rhythm with the mysterious words. Instantaneously, her mind was obsessed with the phrase, "You know, Dolores." She said it aloud over and over again until she was breathless. Her mother stood motionless and cold, watching Dolores as she recited the phrase. All of the sudden, the ranch door swung open, bouncing on its hinges. A man clad in black and armed stood on the threshold with a perky look on his face. "Get yourselves on out of this dump and join the others; we got a rebellion to win."