Setting your wallet down on your dresser, you scrolled over to the fill in box and typed in $20. Clicking enter, the device scanned you, and automatically, three targets appeared on your screen. Your foster mother's, your sister, and of course yours. Clicking your mother's profile as the recipient, and you as the donor, it began a full diagnostic on her, finding what she desired the most. It formed a list at the bottom, and when scrolling through the list you couldn't make up your mind, so you selected the randomization option. Your body began to twist and shape itself into the item. As soon as you finished it teleported you to someplace dark. What you didn't see was your sister sneaking into your room after you had changed, and “borrowing” $20 from your wallet, and turning off your computer.
A second later, you were in a tight pitch black room, feeling almost like a coffin. You could no longer move your body, but you could move your eyes, taste the papery wrapping you were in, feel the inside of your body, and hear the sound of footsteps walking down a set of stairs. Outside of the cardboard gift box you were in, a tag appeared on the outside of the box, addressed to Katherine, your foster mom. The box rested on the kitchen table, next to the rest of the presents. But what exactly were you?