In little houses on little streets, normal people go about their little lives. A husband looks for his wife; a wife looks for her self; a girl looks for her home; a woman looks for her purpose. All the while, nestled amongst her computers, a scientist finds an answer, and gifts the little world a solution to a problem that not everyone has, a variable that not everyone wanted varied. At once, each person must contend with the new technology shaking their sleepy world — the voluntary element to life, the choice in whether to have ever existed. The little, vasty dramas of the people’s everyday lives forge on as best they can, infiltrated and overshadowed by the weighty knowledge each soul carries of the choice awaiting them, if only they should choose to take it. This play slides the spectrum from prose to poetry, from farce to tragedy, and stops to smell the roses in between.