You dance upon the razor's edge. Flip the coin, always heads. Feast on stars, grind and maul. Like putrid fruit you finally fall. You once stood in that place, gazing into the truth, but it's slipped from your memory now. It catches you sometimes, in your dreams, and you wake with the brush of unreality. It's been so long ago now, but you could remember it, if you'd like to.

Anastasia is an Amazon. The name now given to females as they are the dominant species of this planet. She is fascinated by Lessers - the name given to men - and how they work. One Lesser in particular has caught her eye. Lesser 277, he seems different from the other Lessers in a way Anastasia cannot understand.