“Mama Anuli, your eye is missing.” The child looked up at her. In answer, Anuli held the child closer and was rewarded with quiet. She moved steadily towards the door, as quiet as her heavy feet would let her. Her vision was now impaired and the virus within her seemed to have affected her software, but Anuli was closer to her goal than she would have ever been if she had not sold her precious eye. “Don’t worry about that, baby,” Anuli’s pre-programmed voice was as calm as the day she was activated. Noticed an error in this book? Send a mail to flag@okadabooks.com to report it