Angela doesn't know who she is, what school she went to, or where she lives. She doesn't even know what she is. They told her she's dead and her thoughts execute on a machine. But she doesn't feel like a machine and definitely doesn't look like one. More like some stuck-up kid with zero percent body fat.Angela goes in search of her identity and meets a girl who seems familiar. The girl might have the answers Angela needs, if Angela can ever find her again.Angela would have a better chance of figuring out who she really is if people would stop lying to her and stop shooting at her.