Sarah, it would seem, first appeared on this earth eons ago. She was small, her arms were disproportionately long and, sure, she wasn’t all that bright but, boy, she had pluck. Ages passed and she managed to mature. She seemed smarter, walked taller. Didn’t talk much, but to see this girl start a fire . . . man, it was something. It wasn’t long, though, that she moved away from home, filed down her canine teeth, and developed a knack for abstract reasoning, language, and introspection. She got into art, then music and literature, and then film. But recently, her interest has turned to television and the little people that live inside of it.