January 21st 2012
Bella Brunswick spent much of her early life in the relentless glare of the spotlight, cast as the sweet and wide-eyed Kandis Vanderhoot on the long-running television sensation Highland Falls. From the moment she could walk, Bella’s world had been one of perfect lighting, carefully scripted dialogue, and red carpets. Her first tooth, her first audition, even her first awkward teenage crush, each was consumed by millions, replayed in stunning 16K resolution across the country. She was branded “America’s Sweetheart” not by choice, but by public demand.
Yet beneath the polished smiles and media crafted innocence, Bella lived with a growing restlessness. By the show’s sixteenth and final season, she had begun to dream of something more authentic, something that couldn’t be written for her.
Then, the world found out she was pregnant.
She had tried, desperately, to hide it. The final weeks of filming were a blur of oversized sweaters, carefully staged scenes, and constant anxiety. But rumors began swirling, and once the truth emerged, there was no stopping it. The tabloids erupted. Social media turned her life into a battleground. Everyone had a theory, a judgment, a headline.
At sixteen, Bella was thrust into her first real scandal.
The question everyone wanted answered: Who is the father? echoed louder than any applause she’d ever heard. At a press conference held days after the finale aired, Bella stood before the cameras one last time and told the world that the father was fellow actor Jake Pressly. Calm, but visibly shaking, she then made an even bolder announcement: she was leaving Hollywood. No more premieres. No more interviews. She was stepping away from it all to raise her child.
The backlash was instantaneous. Bella’s declaration shattered the illusion many had clung to—that she was untouchable, innocent, perfect. The debate spread from celebrity blogs to national news. Was she brave? Reckless? Some hailed her as a symbol of strength and autonomy; others condemned her as a cautionary tale.
Amid the noise, Bella disappeared.
She settled in Westham, a sleepy southern town barely a dot on most maps. At first, the paparazzi followed her, their telephoto lenses peeking through hedges and over fences. But Westham offered them little drama. Eventually, they packed up and left.
And for the first time in her life, Bella was alone, gloriously, terrifyingly alone.
It was in that stillness that she began to breathe again. She purchased over 2,000 acres of land just outside the city limits. Most of it was farmland, with old fencing and cracked irrigation lines, but further back, the land opened into a dreamy forest. A stream threaded through mossy banks, birdsong filled the canopy, and wildflowers grew in every shade of soft defiance. For Bella, it was more than an escape, it was a reclamation. The land didn’t ask her to smile on cue or repeat lines someone else had written. It simply existed. And now, so could she.
Her parents’ divorce had occurred a few years prior, the kind that stung in quiet ways. Rick and Tina Brunswick had done their best to stay united for her sake, but it became clear that their love had shifted, no longer romantic, but respectful. They remained friends, occasionally sharing holiday meals or the odd phone call, but Bella had always sensed the strain. Their post-divorce visits were shorter now, but lighter, easier. And for the first time, Bella understood that love could change and still be real.
Rick remained in California, still immersed in his legal work. Tina, however, followed her daughter to Westham. “Just for a while,” she had said. “Until you get your footing.” She moved into a modest guesthouse on the property and helped Bella adjust to a life that, for all its stillness, required an entirely new kind of strength.
As Bella prepared for motherhood, another revelation emerged: she was expecting not one child, but two. Twins. She remembered staring at the sonogram screen, her heart pounding, eyes filling with tears she couldn’t quite name. There was fear, of course, but something else too. Wonder. Determination.
When the day came, she delivered two daughters, Bailey and Sutton. Tiny, perfect, and astonishingly real. Jake Pressly, who had long since moved past the brief teenage romance they once shared, was there in the delivery room. Their relationship had ended, but their shared sense of responsibility hadn’t. He held one twin while Bella held the other, and for a moment, the world seemed quiet.
Jake respected Bella’s wishes to keep their children out of the public eye. He flew to Westham often, trading the noise of LA for the soft, domestic calm of Bella’s new life. When Bailey and Sutton grew older, the plan was simple, they’d visit his more secluded properties and build their own relationships with him, away from flashing bulbs and autograph hounds.
Bella’s days were no longer measured in call times and press junkets, but in morning feedings, muddy boots, and lullabies sung beneath soft yellow lamps. She walked the property most evenings, her daughters bundled in a stroller, the path crunching beneath her feet. The wind whispered through the trees, carrying with it a strange, beautiful truth: she was no longer just a character in someone else’s story. She was writing her own.
April 14th 2025
The sun rose slowly over the sweeping hills of Westham, casting warm hues of amber and soft pink across the landscape. A light morning mist clung stubbornly to the low grasses, swirling lazily as the breeze rolled through the farmland. From the front porch of the Brunswick homestead, the air smelled sweet and clean, earthy from the soil and tinged with the faint aroma of wildflowers that crept along the edges of the property.
Bella Brunswick stood at the kitchen window, fingers curled tightly around the worn ceramic handle of her favorite mug. The coffee inside had long gone lukewarm, but she hadn’t noticed. She often found herself here in these quiet moments, staring out over the land she now called home, letting the silence of the morning wash over her before the chaos of daily life began.
The peace felt fragile today, delicate as the mist itself. Her mind, usually content to drift with the slow rhythm of farm life, kept circling back to the weight of what this day represented. It wasn’t just the arrival of the Littles, it was the beginning of something that would change her family forever. Whether that change would be for the better, she couldn’t yet say.
Bella’s fingers traced absent circles along the rim of her mug. She thought of the contracts she’d signed, the glossy pamphlets Generitech had sent. The smiling Littles on the covers, hands raised in greeting, eyes full of promise. But the fine print had been harder to stomach. Asset management. Performance tracking. Return on investment. The language of business, not care.
And yet here she was, about to welcome thirty souls into her care. Thirty people, each with their own story, their own history, their own hopes. It was easy to forget that when they were called “assets.”
She rubbed the back of her neck, feeling the familiar tension creeping into her shoulders. The decision had seemed so simple at first. The land was more than she could manage alone, and the idea of fostering a Little Village had offered both financial stability and a new purpose. It was a new invite only program that Generitech was testing. But now, on the eve of reality, doubts gnawed at her resolve.
Was this really the right thing to do?
Would her daughters understand the responsibility they were taking on?
Could she live with herself if they failed these Littles in some way?
Bella shook her head as if to scatter the thoughts, refocusing on the present as the creak of footsteps upstairs grew louder.
“Bailey! Sutton! Breakfast!” she called out, her voice carrying easily through the farmhouse.
The response was immediate. Bailey, always the first to rise and the more energetic of the two, bounded down the staircase, chestnut hair disheveled, eyes bright with excitement. At thirteen, she had a spark about her, a confidence that radiated even in the smallest of gestures.
Sutton followed close behind but with a measured calm that contrasted her sister’s fire. Where Bailey was bold, Sutton was thoughtful. Though they shared the same features, the soft curve of their jawlines, the striking hazel eyes, the smattering of freckles across their noses, their personalities had long since carved out their differences.
“Mom, today’s the day, right? The Littles?” Bailey asked, sliding eagerly into her seat at the table.
Bella smiled, setting down a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon in front of each of them. “Yes, today’s the day. But remember what we talked about. This is a huge responsibility. These Littles aren’t pets. They’re people. And they’re relying on us to give them a safe home.”
Bailey groaned, waving her fork through the air. “We know, Mom. You’ve told us like a hundred times.”
Sutton nudged her sister gently. “And you’ll probably need reminding by lunch.”
Bella chuckled softly, pouring orange juice into their glasses. “Girls, this isn’t like feeding the horses or helping me mend fences. This is about trust. About care. These Littles are coming here with no say in where they’ve been placed. It’s on us to make sure they’re treated with respect.”
“We’ll take it seriously,” Sutton promised, her voice steady and sincere.
Bailey huffed, stuffing a piece of bacon into her mouth. “Yeah, yeah. Seriously. Got it.”
Bella watched them for a moment, her heart swelling with a complex mix of pride and worry. They were good kids, smart, kind, and capable, but this was a new level of responsibility. She hoped they were ready.
“So, how many Littles are we getting?” Bailey asked between bites.
“Thirty,” Bella replied, sipping her coffee and leaning back against the counter.
Bailey’s eyes widened. “Thirty?! That’s way more than I thought!”
“It’s what Generitech recommended for the initial settlement,” Bella explained. “Enough to start a sustainable community.”
Sutton tucked her hair behind her ear, frowning thoughtfully. “Are they all from around here? Or…?”
Bella shook her head. “No. Generitech coordinates the placements globally. Some might be local, but others could come from as far away as Europe or Asia. Littles are… well, they’re a global commodity now.”
The word tasted bitter on her tongue. “Commodity” felt wrong, even if it was technically accurate under current law. She pushed the thought away as the girls finished their breakfasts.
As Bailey wiped her hands on her jeans and started to bounce in her seat, Sutton leaned across the table, her eyes serious. “Mom, can I help with the welcome kits? I know we finished packing them, but maybe I can double, check everything one more time?”
Bella nodded, grateful for the offer. “That would be wonderful, honey. Why don’t you both make sure the village square is ready too? Check the barriers, make sure the water lines are working, and the solar lamps are all charged.”
Bailey was already halfway to the door, her energy bubbling over. “C’mon, Sutton! Let’s go!”
Sutton stood more slowly, giving her mother a reassuring smile before following her sister outside.
Bella watched them through the window as they crossed the field toward the Little Village enclosure. The structures stood ready, small houses built to scale, with tiny paths winding between them, a communal hall at the center, and well, planned green spaces surrounding it all. It looked peaceful, inviting.
She hoped it would feel that way to the Littles.
Her hand drifted down to the worn papers spread across the counter, Generitech manuals, care guidelines, contract agreements. Bella had read them all, more than once. But no amount of paperwork could prepare her for the reality of what was about to unfold.
She closed her eyes briefly, grounding herself.
This wasn’t just about money. It never had been. It was about building something better. Showing that Littles could have more than cages and handlers. Showing her daughters that responsibility meant compassion. That people, no matter their size, deserved dignity.
She just hoped that, in time, her girls would truly understand that.
Outside, the twins trudged through the damp morning grass, their boots leaving faint trails behind them as they crossed toward the Little Village enclosure. Bailey, as usual, was bounding ahead, practically skipping with anticipation.
“Bailey, wait up!” Sutton called, her voice carrying a note of frustration as she jogged to keep pace with her sister. “We’re supposed to check the perimeter together, remember?”
“I’m just excited,” Bailey admitted, not bothering to slow down. “We’ve been waiting for this forever. Finally, they’ll be here. Our Littles!”
Sutton frowned. “They’re not toys, Bailey. Mom’s right about that. We have to be careful.”
Bailey rolled her eyes. “I know that. I just meant… you know, it’s cool we get to be part of this. We’re making history here! Not a lot of kids our age can say that.”
Sutton caught up, slowing to a walk as they reached the entrance to the village. The barrier hummed faintly, a gentle energy field that kept out wildlife, insects, and other threats, powered by the solar units buried along the perimeter.
Together, they began their inspection. Bailey checked the water stations, making sure the pumps were running and the filtration systems were clear. Sutton walked the edge of the enclosure, double, checking the solar lamps, confirming the soft glow of their readiness indicators.
They met again near the central square, where small homes stood in neat rows. The village had been built with care. Each home had been hand, painted in soft, welcoming colors. Flower boxes lined many of the tiny windows, and the girls had spent hours crafting miniature benches, playground equipment, and even a scaled, down community garden.
Sutton crouched beside the welcome kits, opening one of the storage bins where they were neatly stacked. Inside each were essential supplies: bedding, toiletries, a simple set of clothing, and a handwritten welcome letter that Bella had insisted on including with every single kit.
She read one of the letters again, softly mouthing the words:
“Welcome to your new home. Here, you are safe. Here, you are respected. We know you’ve been through a lot, but we hope this can be a place where you heal, grow, and thrive. If you need anything, please don’t be afraid to ask. We’re here for you.”
Sutton’s chest tightened. She hoped the words wouldn’t feel empty when the Littles read them.
“Hey, Sutton!” Bailey called from across the square, waving her arms. “The feeding system’s all good! Should I fill the first batch of feeders now or wait until they arrive?”
“Wait,” Sutton replied. “Mom said they might need special diets at first. We should let the Generitech people tell us what to do.”
Bailey gave an exaggerated salute. “Yes, ma’am!”
The sound of gravel crunching under tires drifted across the field toward them. Bailey’s head whipped around immediately, eyes scanning the horizon. “Is that them?”
Sutton stood quickly, shading her eyes with one hand as she spotted the dust cloud rising from the long dirt driveway. “I think it is. We better get Mom!”
Both girls broke into a run, sprinting back toward the house as the outline of the Generitech truck became clearer against the morning light.
Back at the farmhouse, Bella heard the distant rumble and felt her stomach tighten. She set down her coffee, wiping her hands on her jeans as she moved toward the door. She paused briefly, steadying herself with a deep breath.
This was it. The beginning.
“Mom!” Bailey’s voice rang out as she and Sutton raced up the porch steps. “They’re here!”
Bella offered a nod, forcing a calm smile as she stepped onto the porch, watching the vehicle approach. The Generitech logo gleamed on the side of the silver truck, its sleek, utilitarian design at odds with the rustic beauty of the surrounding farmland.
The truck rolled to a slow stop near the enclosure, kicking up dust as the engine rumbled to a halt. Two men climbed out, one tall and lean with a clipboard in hand, the other broader and shorter, already moving to the back of the vehicle.
Bella stepped forward, her daughters trailing close behind.
“Ms. Brunswick?” the tall man asked, his tone friendly, eyes bright with recognition. “Mike Harding, Generitech. It’s an honor to meet you.”
Bella extended her hand, shaking his firmly. “Please, call me Bella. Thank you for coming.”
Mike grinned sheepishly. “I have to admit, I recognized your name on the manifest, but I wasn’t sure if it was really you. My wife was a huge fan of Highland Falls. She’s going to flip when I tell her.”
Bella laughed softly, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “It feels like a lifetime ago. But I appreciate it.”
Mike’s smile softened as he gestured toward the truck. “Well, we’re here to make sure everything’s in order before we begin the wake, up procedures. If you don’t mind, I’d like to walk through your setup first.”
“Of course,” Bella said, motioning toward the village enclosure. “I’ll show you the way.”
Bailey and Sutton exchanged a look of barely contained excitement, following close behind as Bella led the way.
The inspection process began at the perimeter, where the faint hum of the energy barrier continued to thrum softly beneath the morning breeze. Mike walked with purpose, clipboard in hand, occasionally scribbling notes as Bella pointed out the key installations, the buried battery cells, the wildlife deterrence grid, the sanitation and filtration systems. His colleague, Brent, followed along silently, occasionally pausing to inspect the welds on the fencing or crouch beside a sensor station to run diagnostics.
“Everything here looks well above the minimum standard,” Mike said, nodding approvingly. “Most of the starter villages we see don’t put this much care into the infrastructure.”
“I didn’t want to treat this like just another business venture,” Bella replied, her gaze drifting toward the rows of small houses. “It has to feel like home to them, or it won’t work.”
Mike gave her an appraising look, and Bella could sense the shift from starstruck fan to respectful partner. “I appreciate that. A lot of people don’t really think about the emotional needs of the Littles. They just focus on the metrics.”
“The metrics matter,” Bella admitted, “but not at the expense of the people involved.”
They stopped near the welcome kits, where Sutton was double, checking the supplies. Brent knelt beside one of the kits, lifting the small blanket, feeling the texture of the clothing, examining the printed materials.
“Personal touch,” Brent murmured, nodding toward the handwritten letters. “That goes a long way.”
Mike tapped the checklist on his clipboard. “Last thing before we proceed to the wake, up: food storage and delivery. Let’s take a look at your feeding stations.”
Bailey perked up immediately, motioning toward the automated dispensers she’d helped install. “Right this way!” she chirped, leading the group to the central supply unit. “It holds the different pellet types, and the dispensers are set on a schedule. But there’s a manual override too, just in case.”
Brent checked the unit, scanning the readouts. “Looks good. Have you calibrated it for Littles from mixed regions? Dietary needs can vary.”
“We used the standard mixed, nutrient blend Generitech recommended,” Bella answered. “But I was hoping your team could review that before we start feeding.”
“Smart,” Mike nodded. “We’ll run the profiles after wake, up. That way we can adjust based on their medical scans.”
Bella felt the tension in her chest ease slightly. So far, so good.
“Alright,” Mike said, flipping to the next page on his clipboard. “Everything checks out. Let’s proceed.”
They returned to the truck, where Brent had begun unfastening the secured transport crates. The containers were sleek, metallic, and resembled large kennel units, though the reinforced glass windows set into each one revealed the still forms of the Littles inside, lying motionless beneath soft blankets.
“We keep them in light stasis during transit,” Mike explained, his tone shifting into a practiced professionalism. “Minimizes trauma. The cryogenic sleep prevents disorientation, keeps vitals stable. Wake, up is a gradual process, so they’ll come around slowly over the next hour or so.”
Bailey and Sutton stood close, eyes wide, watching every move as Brent keyed a sequence into a small control panel at the side of one of the crates. A soft series of beeps followed, and the faint glow of the internal lighting shifted from blue to a gentle green.
“First batch waking up now,” Brent confirmed.
Bella felt her throat tighten. She found herself unconsciously reaching out, placing a steadying hand on Sutton’s shoulder.
Inside the crates, the smallest of movements began. A tiny figure, a young man, perhaps in his mid, twenties by appearance, shifted beneath the blanket, his eyes fluttering open slowly. Another figure, a woman with auburn hair, stirred beside him, blinking against the soft light.
Bailey pressed closer, curiosity shining in her eyes, but she held back just enough to respect the invisible line Bella had made clear.
The Littles looked disoriented, their small hands clutching the edges of their bedding as their gazes swept the unfamiliar surroundings. One of them, a young girl, maybe twelve or thirteen, though Bella knew appearances could be deceiving, rubbed at her eyes, sitting up cautiously.
Mike crouched beside the crate, his voice soft, gentle. “Hey there. You’re safe. You’re at the Brunswick Village. My name’s Mike. We’re here to help get you settled.”
The Littles didn’t respond right away. They were waking slowly, minds groggy from the stasis, eyes scanning their giant observers with a mix of fear and confusion.
Bella knelt down beside Mike, lowering herself to their eye level, her voice soft but steady. “Good morning. My name is Bella. This is my home. We’ve built this place for you, a place where you can live, learn, and feel safe. I know this must be overwhelming, but I promise, we’ll take good care of you.”
The auburn, haired woman looked up at Bella, swallowing hard. “Where… where are we?”
“You’re on our farm, just outside Westham,” Bella answered gently. “We’ve prepared homes for all of you. There’s food, water, and medical care waiting. You’ll have time to rest and adjust. No one will rush you.”
The young man’s brow furrowed. “Are we… are we still property?”
The question hit Bella like a stone to the chest. She didn’t flinch, but the weight of it settled heavily in her stomach.
“Legally, yes,” she answered honestly, her voice soft. “But I don’t see you that way. None of us here do. You’re people first. Always.”
The Littles exchanged wary glances. Behind Bella, Bailey and Sutton stood silently, taking it all in.
Mike straightened, his expression professional again. “The rest will wake over the next hour. We’ll begin offloading the remaining crates and do the initial health scans. Then we’ll start helping them move into their new homes.”
Bella nodded, standing slowly. She watched as the Littles blinked and stretched, their small bodies gradually adjusting, their eyes beginning to clear as the fog of sleep lifted.
The real work was only beginning.
As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the village square, the first evening on the Brunswick farm unfolded with a cautious calm. The Littles, still wary but visibly more alert after several hours of rest and hydration, gathered near the central pavilion where Bella and the girls had prepared a gentle welcome meal, small portions of soft bread, fresh fruits, and nutrient, rich soup, adjusted for their dietary needs based on Generitech’s guidelines.
Brent and Mike continued their work quietly but efficiently, setting up the portable med stations near the edge of the square. The scanning equipment, sleek, compact devices, emitted soft chimes as they powered on, their surfaces glowing faintly blue.
Bella stood nearby, arms crossed lightly over her chest, watching the Littles as they began to murmur softly among themselves, their earlier silence breaking little by little.
“Alright,” Mike called out gently, addressing the group. “If I could have your attention for just a moment. We’d like to do quick health scans for each of you before the end of the day. Nothing invasive, just vitals, allergy checks, and a few baseline readings to help us tailor your care and nutrition plans. If anyone’s feeling unwell or has any immediate medical concerns, please let us know.”
Eli, still standing off to the side, gave a skeptical grunt but didn’t object. Ana, holding Grace close by the shoulder, gave a small nod. Slowly, the Littles began lining up.
Bailey and Sutton hovered nearby, watching intently. Sutton leaned close to her mother, whispering, “Should we help them line up?”
Bella smiled softly and shook her head. “Let them decide the pace. This is about giving them agency.”
The scanning process went smoothly at first. Each Little stepped forward in turn, standing before the med station as Brent ran the checks. Data populated quickly on the tablet, displaying basic health metrics and any flagged issues. Brent offered soft reassurances to those who seemed uneasy, and even the skeptical Eli submitted to the process, arms crossed tightly over his chest the entire time.
When it was Grace’s turn, she clung tightly to Ana’s hand, her wide eyes filled with apprehension. Brent knelt down slightly, lowering the scanner to her level.
“Hey there, Grace, right?” Brent’s voice softened as he spoke. “We’re just going to check how healthy you are, that’s all. It won’t hurt, I promise.”
Ana squeezed Grace’s hand, nodding toward her. After a few deep breaths, Grace nodded faintly, standing still as the device completed its scan.
“You’re doing great,” Bailey whispered from a few feet away, offering Grace an encouraging smile.
By the time the last scan was complete, the light was beginning to fade, and Mike gave Bella a thumbs, up from across the square. “All clear for now. A few nutrition deficiencies and dehydration, but nothing unexpected.”
Bella exhaled softly. “Thank you.”
With the medical checks done, the Littles were invited to explore the housing units. Bailey and Sutton eagerly offered to guide them but held back, remembering their mother’s words about allowing choice and space.
One by one, the Littles approached the homes, small, comfortable structures with soft lighting and simple furnishings scaled to their size. Each unit had been prepared with care, stocked with the welcome kits Sutton had checked that morning.
Eli remained near the edge of the square, his eyes scanning the group, but Bella noticed him watching the others as they chose homes, evaluating their reactions.
Isolde lingered near one of the units, running her fingers across the wooden doorframe, her expression unreadable. When Sutton quietly offered, “Would you like me to help you find your house, Ms. Isolde?” the woman gave a polite but distant shake of her head. “No, thank you. I can manage.”
Meanwhile, Ana and Grace moved toward one of the corner units, the girl still holding tightly to Ana’s hand. Bella watched as they stepped inside, Ana pausing to glance back toward Bella with a small, respectful nod.
The evening wore on, the sounds of the village softening as the sky shifted to dusky purple. Overhead, the solar lamps along the pathways began to glow faintly, casting a gentle light across the square.
Bella gathered Bailey and Sutton close, sitting down on the wide front steps of the communal building. Together, they watched the Littles settling into their new spaces.
“You did good today, girls,” Bella murmured, wrapping an arm around each of them. “I’m proud of you both.”
Bailey leaned into her mother’s side, her earlier excitement tempered by the weight of the day. “I didn’t think it would feel so… serious.”
“It is serious,” Sutton replied softly. “They’ve been through so much already.”
Bella nodded, pressing a kiss to the tops of their heads. “That’s why we’re going to do this right. One day at a time.”
As the stars began to appear overhead, the Littles’ first night in their new home quietly settled in around them, a village built not only of wood and stone, but of hope, caution, and the fragile beginnings of trust.
love it. plain and simple lol i’m so happy to see this part of the universe. I know it was hinted at in Chrissy but seeing it in a story is so freaking awesome
I love it. I am happy to see the twins raised to care for others no mater what their size. The interaction with the same age little and the twins will be fun to see.
I wanted to use a family that is more removed from the bigger city. They have a bit different dynamics then the other characters which should provide some interesting stories to tell.
A) I think having villages out away from the city is perfect
B) I think from a engineering point of view there needs to be a cement slab put down to prevent stuff coming up from the dirt before they hit the lights and dirt put down to make plant table soil and bolts put in the cement to add battery’s and animal bug lights and solar panels to make for a clean and easy excess for checks and repairs and any other water or other village support systems under a small roof for protection. The houses should be made out of the new Hemp building materials that resist molding and is stronger then wood products.
I love the idea of little villages, it makes my mind run. Is it ok if I try to make a fan fiction like this because I’m not a good writer, I’m more of a technical writer lol.
Great job bud.
go for it. Fanfics are valid for anything here.
I’m glad you enjoyed it. I wrote this off and on for about six months. Editing it here and there and there adding to it. I’m glad it turned out enjoyable.
Not quite sure what the purpose of Little villages are for. If they are considered property, what are the purchased Underbreds expected to do that they would be considered an “asset”?
Regarding the property part, Some in the universe don’t see them that way. It’s the legality of it that most of these people refer to when they call them assets and property, but they don’t see them like that. So while they refer to them as property or say things like “The law states they are property or not of sound mind” they don’t really believe it, they just make it seem that their views are inline with the law.
So the villages are supposed to be safe havens where they can, to the best of their ability, live freely without the kind of supervision that a guardian would provide, and wouldn’t even be seen as pets. they’d just be people living their lives while their “guardians” just make sure they’re healthy and safe. I’m guessing Generitech eventually wants to build things like this outside of what is in their own facilities already and give littles a chance to live on their own without supervision. they probably want to challenge the laws as these sanctuaries get built as they’ll have proof that they are able to work on their own and just need to have the freedom to do so
I like the idea of little villages that communicate with each other via cell phones and trade with each other via Generitech drones and they get a cut.
CM hits alot of the points.
Other things to note is that for starters littles are birthed litters so the average birth is multiple littles. Its not typical people where the birth is 1 person.
While Generitech builds a number of little cities that house millions of littles each. However, it is imperative to create a supply chain that is sustainable long term. These little villages are set up similarly to any other society in that the goal is to raise littles.
The project is to fold. Generitech wants people to treat littles a certain way that isn’t exactly in congruence with how the government views it.They also recognize that long term they would need support in housing the little population. So these are a form of corporate farm or franchisee so to speak. The farmers for lack of a better term at this point pay generitech a fee and generitech supplies some setup materials others must be provided by the farmers to meet generitech standards.
Generitech still owns the littles but farmers basically pay what is similar to a lease. In that they raise they littles to age of testing. The best and brightest are sent into little cities proper. Where they are further trained and slotted in to jobs or put into positions. Other littles may be moved into villages for permanent roles. As the point of villages is to raise little populations. Younger people are more transient, others, older littles, are more permanent residents.
They are assets as the litltes that make back into generitech cities, or into stores the farmer/raiser, whatever you want to call them is paid appropriately based on the skill of the little. So the farmer has a reason to treat the littles well. Generitech employees do random testing and farmers are expected to maintain generitech standards and people are vetted into the program.
People who make it into the program can make a lot of money. But its like being a generitech employee. They look for good people above all else. Any other skill can be trained. They even have employees who job is to run little villages. This is why they are considered an asset as they have a value to the farmer and doing things right can make them a lot of money.
If the farmer doesn’t follow generitech policies. They face the full legal might of generitech crushing down on them, They are stripped of their littles, and generitech collects damages which would absolutely cripple most people financially. If anything is deemed illegal Generitech will prosecute to the full extent of the law. As once again the money doesn’t matter. The fact you agreed to there rules and code of ethics then broke it. The fact you mistreated littles and/or people is what matters.
So the long and short of it. the villages are a effective way to create a little industry they can monetize which is good for business.
It is good for littles as it provides littles a place to live amongst other littles and raise other littles. As it is further creating and entrenching little society into littles. Generitech does get benefits from that. As they have a seat at the table of shaping of that. However, this also provides littles another option as they do have a degree of choice based on their skillset. If you test out to be a little educator for instance. You can chose where you want to work based on job openings. It may be a village it may be a generitech city. It depends whats available and what the little wants moreso. they obviously have to chose one so there is some limits.
So to explain your other question the farmer/raiser isn’t purchasing them in the way you are thinking. its more a lease that is done to create a reason for the farmer to have skin in the game and want to raise the litltes right and wants them to do well. As that ultimately benefits the farmer as they make there money back they put into the lease plus a tidy profit.
This is will be to some degree discussed in future episodes in a bit more detail. But this is the 1000 foot view of it. I didn’t want to include all this in the first chapter as i felt it slowed down the flow of the chapter and I wanted to capture the readers attention a bit with this first chapter. Where future chapters with the readers more invested i can go into a bit more detail in some areas and peel back the layers of the system, characters. how things work.
I intend the adventure to be a more interesting as there is more of a degree of little versus nature in this which can create some interest. Plus more little society development and how little culture works.
Out of curiosity, is a human dating an Underbred considered to be an inappropriate relationship since they’re considered to be “domesticated animals”? What if a husband has Smallara while his wife is normal? Also, this Little village seems to look more like a Little farm…. 😏
I think little and human relationships have a lot of potential. I am working on a medical and tech based writing showing little and immune can have sex safely even if its looked down on because of various comments saying it couldn’t be safe lol.
Its generally considered taboo canonically. However, if you were infected and had a relationship prior. People are generally more accepting of that situation. However, generally speaking littles are considered domesticated animals so relationship with one would be viewed in similar taboo fashion outside the specific exception mentioned prior.
The village does have a farm like look. The assets i had available are for a Viking village. So the houses have that look. As didn’t want fully modern as i wanted something a bit more constructed and simpler.
I think the human little porn would be big just like every other type of human porn is big lol. its sad but true. There is a reason there is a saying sex sells lol. I am sure there is guardian pimps lol.
I meant like it looks like their “farming” the Littles themselves lol. I’m curious if a wife would treat their Underbred spouse the same or more like a pet person; would she remarry and her and her new man try to train the Little guy? I wonder if there would be a stigma for a spouse trying to keep their pre-existing relationship or would there be social pressure.
that would be like a cuck deal and I would guess ok by the government. Because littles are just pets.
I used to be in a farming club when I was in high school and raised different animals. I look at littles and little bunnies. Since they have multi births does that mean they have a shorter birth time like a rabbit at 30 days. Now my kid farmer and numbers part are going crazy lol.
They give birth in litters?! God, sorry Kelli….
lots of baby Jordans for Sara and Kayla to have fun with lol.
1) Child Star with a teen pregnancy was a surprising twist.
2) “She purchased over 2,000 acres of land just outside the city limits” Another rich girl I’m not surprised.
3) “Jake Pressly, who had long since moved past the brief teenage romance they once shared, was there in the delivery room” good man, I hope he actually stays in his kids lives.
4) “April 14th 2025” Twins are now 13, old enough to be guardians.
5) “It wasn’t just the arrival of the Littles, it was the beginning of something that would change her family forever” Multiple Littles are good to see… thirty is a lot though.
6) “the glossy pamphlets Generitech had sent… But the fine print had been harder to stomach. Asset management. Performance tracking. Return on investment. The language of business, not care.” The side of Genritech Chloe and the Gracewoods don’t want you to see,
7) “But now, on the eve of reality, doubts gnawed at her resolve – Was this really the right thing to do? – Would her daughters understand the responsibility they were taking on? – Could she live with herself if they failed these Littles in some way?” all good questions and I’m hoing she has a good answer for them.
8) “Littles aren’t pets. They’re people. And they’re relying on us to give them a safe home.” I’m liking her more already.
9) “This is about trust. About care. These Littles are coming here with no say in where they’ve been placed. It’s on us to make sure they’re treated with respect.” Bella’s getting it right.
10.1) “We’ll take it seriously,” Sutton promised, her voice steady and sincere.” I trust Sutten.
10.2) “Bailey huffed, stuffing a piece of bacon into her mouth. “Yeah, yeah. Seriously. Got it.” I don’t trust Bailey.
11) “So, how many Littles are we getting?” why did they not already know that.
12) “No. Generitech coordinates the placements globally. Some might be local, but others could come from as far away as Europe or Asia. Littles are… well, they’re a global commodity now.” Let’s hope they all at least can communicate in the same language.
13) “The word tasted bitter on her tongue. “Commodity” felt wrong, even if it was technically accurate under current law” not the first time Laws have let people be considered commodities, those laws have changed before, they can change again.
14) “Little Village enclosure. The structures stood ready, small houses built to scale, with tiny paths winding between them, a communal hall at the centre, and well, planned green spaces surrounding it all. It looked peaceful and inviting.” It sounds like a pretty nice place for Littles, but it sounds like she’s setting up an underbreeding facility like Chrissy wants to.
15) “It was about building something better. Showing that Littles could have more than cages and handlers. Showing her daughters that responsibility meant compassion. That people, no matter their size, deserved dignity” all good things to teach.
16) “They’re not toys, Bailey. Mom’s right about that. We have to be careful.” Even Sutton’s reminding Bailey.
17) “The barrier hummed faintly, a gentle energy field that kept out wildlife, insects, and other threats, powered by the solar units buried along the perimeter.” Cool tech, but in a “what could possibly go wrong” kinda way.
18) “The village had been built with care. Each home had been hand, painted in soft, welcoming colors. Flower boxes lined many of the tiny windows, and the girls had spent hours crafting miniature benches, playground equipment, and even a scaled, down community garden.” I’m loving the sound of this village, I’m just waiting for the catch.
19) “a handwritten welcome letter that Bella had insisted on including with every single kit.” that’s so cute.
20) “Sutton’s chest tightened. She hoped the words wouldn’t feel empty when the Littles read them” A valid fear, similar things have felt/been empty when other’s have said them to Littles.
21) “The feeding system’s all good! Should I fill the first batch of feeders now or wait until they arrive?” The feeding system sounds interesting.
22) “It feels like a lifetime ago. But I appreciate it.” specifically the twins’ lifetime ago.
23.1) “Well, we’re here to make sure everything’s in order before we begin the wake, up procedures” Does that imply the Littles are transported unconscious?
23.2) Everytime you wrote “wake, up” instead of “wake-up” my text-to-speech software sounds like it’s skipping, lol
24) “Bella pointed out the key installations, the buried battery cells, the wildlife deterrence grid, the sanitation and filtration systems” What do they have for when it rains? Or to stop them getting baked alive in the summer.
25) “I appreciate that. A lot of people don’t really think about the emotional needs of the Littles. They just focus on the metrics.” sounds like the norm for this world.
26) “Personal touch,” Brent murmured, nodding toward the handwritten letters. “That goes a long way.” I’m glad that effort gets rewarded.
27) “We keep them in light stasis during transit… Minimises trauma. The cryogenic sleep prevents disorientation, keeps vitals stable. Wake-up is a gradual process, so they’ll come around slowly over the next hour or so.” That’s pretty advanced Sci Fi tech. Now I’m imagining Preema Tech warehouses where thousands of Littles are stored in stasis 24/7.
28) “One of them, a young girl, maybe twelve or thirteen, though Bella knew appearances could be deceiving, rubbed at her eyes, sitting up cautiously” that’s a pretty young Little, youngest in Canon. If she looks 12 or 13, she’d be about there biologically, though chronologically, the oldest she could be is twenty.
29) “Are we… are we still property?” That guy’s got his priorities in order.
30) “Bella and the girls had prepared a gentle welcome meal, small portions of soft bread, fresh fruits, and nutrient-rich soup, adjusted for their dietary needs based on Generitech’s guidelines” Loving this family more and more.
31) “We’d like to do quick health scans for each of you before the end of the day. Nothing invasive, just vitals, allergy checks, and a few baseline readings to help us tailor your care and nutrition plans” Couldn’t their implants do pretty much all of that?
32) “ Eli, still standing off to the side, gave a skeptical grunt but didn’t object. Ana, holding Grace close by the shoulder, gave a small nod” Giving them names is good.
33) “Even the skeptical Eli submitted to the process, arms crossed tightly over his chest the entire time” not like Eli had a choice.
1) I wanted a bit of a twist to make the character interesting. As i try to make each character in the story unique. So when you see Sara you have a expectation of what that means. When you see Chrissy you have a different expectation. They are both fully reailzed people within the world and are different people. I wanted the Same for Bella Brunswick. I wanted her to have her own journey, her own story and struggle and part of that for her is walking away from stardom. She kind of took a step back to raise her daughters. She used the money she earned wisely and bought land, and watches her money carefully knowing that its not limitless.
2) Well she was an actor so she has a bit of money but she was a child actor so its not like she was raking in the money in comparison to an adult star.
3) He does still see them and they travel to see him in one of the more private homes he has. But Bella is the primary care provider. It wasn’t a bad or bitter breakup or anything so they are able to be in the same room together without issue. He pays his child support and the kids visit him someitmes with bella sometime wiithout. Sometime he comes to see them.
4) They are. I mathed that so they would be the minimum age atleast. As it would make sense that Bella woudl need assistance with chores and maintence. I feel like its normal for kids to help out with things on a farm.
5) Well it is a village so its enough people to run a small version of a city from a functional standpoint. The people included are a specific based on skills from unskilled to skilled.
6) Well those are things people running village woudl want to know more then the gracewoods. Most people aren’t going to decide to run a village out of hte goodness of hteir heart with no way to make money. So the way to sell it to people is to explain how they will benefit. As the people running hte little villages are kidn of like franchisee’s so to speak. Where they are leasing the littles but buying the stuff or making it to generitech stanards and then getting a portion of the profits of a littles they raise be it one who tests to be a store little, research little, or a career in a little city or village. The main goal from generitech standpoint is offloading some of the raising of smallborns as Space conisderations do matter. So they are developing a business with consumers but finding the right consumers is key as they still need to have the right values.
7) Sadly most of those questions won’t have answers until you are in it and doing it.
8) She is atleast teaching her daughters right from the start. Better then the CIndy’s of the world are doing.
9) She is saying the right things atleast and is coming at it from the right perspective.
10) Sutton is the more responsible one of the two.
10.2) Understandable.
11) Their stil young. They were excited about the process and often you end up telling kids things mulitple times as tehy don’t always listen the best.
12) Generitech littles are taught english if they don’t already know it. As it just makes communicaiton easier.
13) anything can change with time. More liberal little rights will take quite some time.
14) well the point of the villages is to raise smallborns, generitech can then pay the farmers based on how well the litltes do and the best end up in litlte cities, others sent to stores and Generitech research faciliites while others are sent to villages to help communities. As its way to introduce littles and ethical treatment in a grass roots sort of way. So its more of a longterm play. Its more about raising then breeding specifically. But im sure naturally some of that may occur.
15) Teaching those values can’t hurt anything atleast.
16) Sutton is the more responsible one compared to Bailey who means well but will do before thinking sometimes and get overly excited about things.
17) Thats true of all technology though. its great until it doesn’t work.
18) What if there is no catch?
19) Gotta start things out right if you can. Make people feel like it can be a home.
20) Not a fear exclusive to littles. I think its a normal feeling when you write something like that as you are putting yourself out there to a degree. So you have that fear.
21) Well it has to support a village of people. They have other food beyond the feeding system but it provides the basic staple needs for the village.
22) Very accurate down to the day.
23) They are transported not awake to make the process easier for the littles.
23.2) Lol, yeah i notied i had used find and replace to edit a few changes globalyl as It hought it woudl be a quick and easy solution but I learned after the fact it was not as great of solution as my old way of just re-reading and making the changes. As it made changes i had’t intended.
24) When it rains they just go inside the homes. Similarly when its hot they do have fans and rooms with a/c.
25)Thats norm of the real world as well.
26) I agree its nice to see good things appreciated.
27) PreemaTech doesnt necessarily have the same tech as generitech. Some things are proprietry to generitech.
28) it is but its also the goal of villages so they have younger people who are being raised in the villages where the goal is they woudl then move into the little cities/generitech ecosystem proper once they complete testing and are categorized based on their performance.
29) Yeah, to bad the answer would be yes unless some massive governmental shift occurs.
30) KIndness is free.
31) they could be an implant doesn’t allow for visual inspection. Some things are still easier seen with a visual check. As the implant can only do so much as it just provides data not every injury or issue would show up via that method. Plus there is a personable level to things that Generitech expects. They aren’t cattle. So being able to talk to someone and see hte conditin of the little is also key.
32) better then teh preematech number system.
33) True, but also most people submit to medical. its not like its some great maliscious act.
1) She’s a unique character, it was a good amount of backstory for her.
3) I love a good Dad, they’re tragically underrepresented.
4) As a farm kid, yes, it’s very normal to help out with farming.
5) That’s handy, though I’m curious how they can expand for future generations.
6) So it is what Chrissy is doing then, they’re underbreeding? Or do they Littles make produce things to be sold by the farmer?
8) “Better than Cindy” isn’t a high bar to jump.
10.2) More accurate to say I trust her less, not, not at all
11) Fair
12) Smart.
13) indeed
14) If the point is to raise smallborns then wouldn’t breeding be a necessary part?Ethically treating Littels is good.
16) I think she’d be the more fun of the two, for better or worse.
17) indeed.
18) That doesn’t sound like the world you created.
19) It’d a long way
20) Agreed, I did that last night applying for a promotion at work.
21) it’ll do it’s job
23.1) would it though?
23.2) such is the folly of automation
24) what happens in snow, or if it rains so long the Littles become effectively prisoners in their homes?
27) Fair enough, but I could see them looking into alternative storage.
28) So these Littles aren’t SLAT tested yet?
29) America welcomed Slavery with a different name back with open arms, blame the government all you want but Sara and Cindy and people like them are just as much to blame
30) not always.
31) That’s good, I like the idea of them getting one on one time.
32) Yep
33) It’s not like people have denied medical treatments on mass or anything/s
So I’m confused, why would a person buy or lease Littles to have their own village on the owners property? What is the benefit for the owner? That they can sell the products the Littles make? Do the Littles basically work for their owner?
That’s a good question. I’m pretty pro-generitech so it probably isn’t anything that nefarious, like I don’t think they are going to get that much benefit from hand made little clothes and stuff, but i could see that as being a way to make jobs in the little villages.
I think that the benefit to the owner would be the owner being a good person is able to help littles live some kind of normal life, getting paid by generitech to raise and cultivate good culture, and helping make sure that the littles that end up in stores are properly socialized.
a) it seems like the smallara virus is the planets way of getting rid of planet destroying humans and creating a smaller more small animal like humanoid that would live more inline with the planet and animals because they would not be the top predator and their mental skills & resources would be used to survive more then expand.
B) Since their is a % of humans that turn small every year and the birth rates of humans have dropped bellow the replacement rate already and littles live longer and breed quickly like small animals, littles would need to hide their villages from humans I think because fairly quickly the humans will feel threatened in even the country’s good to littles because of humans scared of being scared of littles increasing numbers like a animal over population. I think Generitech is a good company and would try to keep the data to themselves but its a big company with a lot of different people working their. Hopefully their good vetting process will keep the little communities secret.
C ) As male populations dwindle with shorter life spans then woman and a larger % of humans turned to littles, there could be a human feminist movement to encourage little populations to expand faster and the human woman wouldn’t have kids to accelerate humans populations reducing quicker because all little social structures are ruled by woman because they are much bigger then males even comparted to human males to human woman so the little men are treated like 50’s house wives and tend to all the more aggressive and dominate woman’s needs. This Kind of social structure is a human feminist dream and will do everything to make it happen. Even as giant woman use their size to control many human turned little men and have them serve their needs because it would take many men to get their human woman’s needs done.
I am anti Generitech and I think they are only doing this to further portray this false positive image of the company. When in reality they are no better than Preema Tech.
Sure they offer the littles they taking training and skills for jobs and that’s great and all. However the training is still isolating to a degree.
Now imagine if you have a large family of 6+ kids and lets say all but one of them tests positive for Smallara. At 50K a litlle they’d dig themselves into a financial hole just trying to keep the family together and that’s bullshit to me.
Generitech only serves the rich and powerful. The poor can get fucked.
It seems like generitech is like a company that is used by the government to deal with the little problem and still get as much money as possible for the government. The government like always is not letting a bad event go to waste to do horrible stuff to their citizens and take their money. Chole is a good person caught up in a bad world.
The money paid when you are infected is a government fee its not paid to generitech its paid to government.
When you get your guardian license that licensing fee is paid to the government.
Generitech has to buy littles from government. So the government is getting paid by generitech for the littles they have.
Now when a little is sold in a store generitech is making money. The research and such can produce money. However they generally make money from little products that are sold in stores. Be it fashion and clothing for the little, homes and other accessories for the little. That is where generitech makes money.
The little cities within generitech are not profitable venture. Much of generitechs other businesses support the little operations. As littles are trained and skilled they are able to take on some roles within generitech which would be a labor savings.
By and large generitech makes way more money supplying power, waste management, internet services, its entertainment production companies, its banks, medical and research facilities, manufacturing, etc.
So while it is shitty that if a family cant afford the fees to keep a family member. Thats not generitech faults as that’s a government policy and fee paid to the U.S. Government.
Asuka would need to confirm this but the licensing and stuff like that is government driven more than generitech. The government is the reason that littles don’t have their rights and are seen as animals more than humans, and they’re the reason that that these issues exist as they have ways to justify it like free healthcare and free college. Plus the current president in this story has basically made it so that a little vote is tied to the guardian and dissolved all branches of gov. into just the executive branch. they basically are in a authoritarian state without calling it one. So any negative thing that generitech has to do is going to be a response to that system.
and Yeah it may only be the wealthier population that can afford to pay outright, but there are some loans and payment plans that are offered that we haven’t seen the details on yet. they could be super low interest, easy to pay off, low stress, etc. because of how generitech advocated for them. The other thing too is that because they narrowed down who littles are available to in stores, they narrow down how many littles they need to have in stores, meaning they can use other littles internally and ensure their safety, assuming the research is done ethically of course. Preema tech is just trying to make sales and doesn’t give a shit how they do it. Generitech’s doing underhanded ways of keeping littles in their care the best they can without having some kind of weird legal battle that they’d probably lose.
It’s really subtle, but i noticed early in madison’s world that the generitech employees generally don’t agree with the manner in which littles are treated or viewed so they only provide opens that reflect what is spelled out in the law, and those are the kind of people that they aim to hire. Those same people man their plants, stores, legal offices, etc.
I totally see where you are coming from as that was my opinion for a bit but i mostly realized that Generitech, despite their wealth, has to sadly play ball with the government otherwise they’d contract with preematech who is more concered about a profit margin. Until Generitech isn’t ran by People like Chloe or her parents who think the way littles are treated is wrong, my mind probably won’t change back to distrusting them. they’re an overall good, as far as I can tell. It is\was just hard to see if because of how real world companies are. almost none are as altruistic and as close to genuine as them in reality. Walmart is the closest thing I can think of that is family owned still and they’re just real life preematech lol
that’s just me though. i can see the argument of both sides, I just think that, as bad as Generitech might seem, if you take out how companies are in real life, look at how much of it is government driven, and remember that Generitech is a private company and doesn’t have public recourse to answer to in regards to profits and the direction the company goes in, they are lightyears ahead of other companies imo
The farmers are making money. Why do farmers grow corn or potatoes, or wheat? why do they raise cows, or chickens? They aren’t running charities where they are concerned about insuring people have enough food. They want to make money selling their crops.
What benefit does a person have? The farmers sole benefit is they are making money by providing a quality ecosystem in which they littles and smallborns can live and grow.
The “lease” of the little isn’t so generitech can get money as they don’t care about the lease fee. The lease fee is to 1 protect the little and 2 give the person(s) raising the littles a financial incentive to do the right thing.
some people will provide the proper protections and build homes the right way and treat littles with the respect they deserve because they are good people and they need no other reason.
other people are not like that and the fact they are having to purchase a lease for a lot of littles creates a financial incentive for them to treat the littles properly and want to see the smallborns and younger littles grow, learn and do well as the better a little does testing wise the more money the farmer gets.
Littles like any species reproduce. Reproduction means you need to educate littles a certain way as humanoid species unlike animals come with none of the necessary skills they need.
So generitech created a system in which they can offload the raising of littles onto populous which creates two benefits.
While generitech could continue to grow little cities internally they are experimenting with this village system Which is why its called project village. They have several test villages to see how it goes at this point. If it doesn’t work they will scrap the whole thing and do it all internally.
That’s a lot of littles to manage and take care of. Good one-shot though.
i think if you make it as self reliant as possible it would be easy until the multi little kids start popping out like rabbits lol
thats not really the goal of village is more raising/educationg littles and smallborns of age up to the point they can test and then adminstering the tests. While some births would happen. its not really the goal of the villages.
thanks, its meant to be a “project” as in something generitech is testing. The project could fail and they could cancel it. But they have the money to try it out.