When we are created we are born with our destiny’s laid out before us, predetermined. We know how smart we are going to be. What path our education will take. Who we will end up with. Where we will live and within what bracket. What jobs we will work and when we retire. Finally we know when and how we are going to die.

It all happened in the year 2035. People stopped naturally having babies. For three whole years not one person gave birth. And then the impossible happened. You would wake up one morning, and from somewhere a baby would appear on your doorstep. One arm would be inscribed with the child’s fate in dark ink. It became one of the biggest mysteries of the world. But also one of the biggest joys. After much theorising and head scratching people came to terms with it. The world became peaceful. Until, over one hundred years later I came along. Two different destiny’s, both arms full of ink. With me free will was delicately introduced back into the world. And I was hated for it.