When 17-year-old Liz Wynter goes to sleep, commercials play in her head. When she wakes up, she checks out how many people followed her dreams and how many saw them. It's the future. When she feels special, a voice in her head tells her: "5.4 Billion+ had the same feeling in the last 4 seconds. Would you like to know who they are?" How can you feel special when everything's been done before, been felt before, been thought of before? How can you be special if there are so many people in the galaxy that every day three more are born with your DNA? This is the story of Liz Wynter. She's not special.