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Bzzz!

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Bzzz!

The first thing I recognized was darkness. Information flowed in what you call a mind. I learned what an eye was, together with some other necessary details.

It took a while to digest the constantly flowing information, but I somehow managed to process them all over time.

Comprehension

Bzzz!

I soon understood that there was more beyond this darkness. Compelled to open the organ known as eyes to confirm if what I learned was true.

Something bright hurt my eyes.

Bzzz!

It was light; it took me a while to get used to it.

The first thing I saw was some mysterious being staring at me.

Its form had many folds, and its hair had already turned to the color silver. Its "skin" was white, which extended up to its neck and wrist. It draped over its body and created a space….

BZZZ!

My head hurt as it buzzed for the fifth time. Information I previously did not know appeared, and before long, I understood the being was wearing was no skin but an object called clothing. I also understood that the creature was called a woman, and I should refer to it as 'her' or 'she' depending on the situation.

Add to that, what I referred to as her "form" was a face. How disorienting.

I did not know anything other than that.

I stared at this mysterious and unfathomable being.

Her eyes reflected a shade of red. It reflected an image of another creature. What was it? I had no idea. But, I didn't come to care for something so abstract when I had no idea what the creature filled with mystery I could not understand stands in front of me.

I blinked once, and the woman abruptly raised the two meat sticks dangling on her side.

"Ihiq polartion ge Mascu Dep-lado! Poval Esa! "

I could hear sounds coming from her. It was incomprehensible to me.

I failed to understand why she was making such sounds. Did they hold meaning? I wish to know if it does.

Bzzz!

There it was again, my head, it hurt...so those were words?

Hmm, I paused, retraced my thoughts, and noticed a pattern. Pattern? What was a pattern?

Bzzz!

I understood what a pattern is… that's how it works.

Information surfaces in my head once I question something I do not understand.

Though the method was left unclear, what's important was that its use.

My attention returned to the woman.

She turned to look away, and I followed her line of sight.

There was a group of "females" with their lips curved upwards. I still did not understand why their lips were like such.

They were looking at me with an expression I could not comprehend.

Bzzz!

* 'My head hurts'*

I was enlightened.

…

I now understand what that expression meant. It's called a smile, and the way the woman previously raised her hands was something you do to celebrate a joyous occasion.

What was she glad about?

She turned to me.

Bang!

Startled

Wha-what is happening?

Confusion

What is it going to do?

She held her face closer to my general direction, but I could see something was stopping her from getting any closer. Her face smooshed onto a transparent object....

Bzzz!

...called a glass.

The woman opened her mouth to utter foreign words.

"Ihiq polartion, derohoun awa uqoian! Oro sa, Lethias"

She smiled to show her joy. Her unrestrained laughter echoed.

She left soon after — the others followed.

I should be concerned as to where they went, but something else caught my….

*' Words'*

What were those words coming out of her face hole? What do they mean?

*' What did she say?'*

I grow curious.

I waited for the buzz, but nothing came. It must have its limitations.

Well, I learned of its limitations; that's a silver lining, I suppose.

I tried raising my hands to celebrate my success.

It took a while, but I managed to do it — celebrate.

Satisfied

But, questioning everything does not give me everything. I reckoned some things have to be learned by myself—what a pity, such efficiency, gone.

Disappointed

I began looking around; I questioned many things, learned a lot, and managed to piece together even more to gain new knowledge I could not gain from asking.

Bzzz!

Bzzz!

Learning

Bzzz!

Bzzz!

Time passed, and other than bits and pieces of I grasped the reality I was inside a glass container, floating. I couldn't touch the ground.

So that you know, the ground was the surface of an object.

* 'I learned that...'*

I raised my hands—

Yay

I was floating inside a container. Nothing to learn from, but I made a discovery. A discovery that shook me to my core and granted me untold satisfaction far and beyond I didn't feel before.

I produce a spherical object that floats upwards every time I move. I later learned it was called a bubble.

Bubbles were thin spheres of liquid that entrap air.

*' I learned that too.'*

I raised my hands—

Yay

I determined I was inside a glass that contained some liquid. On another note, I learned I was in a container filled with fluid because of these bubbles.

I found myself moving to produce bubbles. I got enthralled at the sight of these tiny things. So, I moved more to see them. Because of this, I further learned how my body worked… how convenient.

Other than these two arms, I too have two legs, a torso, and a head, I could control them all to some degree, and a stinging sensation arises if pushed to their limits.

I also understood the meaning of what that "stinging" I felt when I moved my body beyond what's passable. It was something called pain. I'm not too fond of that feeling.

It was unsettling.

As I was messing around, my eyes grew tired; I closed them and fell into a state known as sleeping. It was a wonderful thing, everything blackened, and my mind cleared.

In the darkness, I felt secure and comfortable... I didn't want to leave. Only the rhythmic echo outside of the darkness pulled me out of the dark.

I was still light-headed, but with a buzz, I was woken up and learned that the sounds I just heard were called footsteps.

The woman was already there. Other figures were with her; I first classified all of them as women but later understood other beings called men.

I have observed that my form was similar to theirs… am I a man or a woman? I wish to know.

But what if I am both?

A Womanman that sounds relatively strong — I have no idea how to differentiate each other except for what's called the genitals found in the nether region. I lowered my head and confirmed I had something called a penis?

Hmmm, does that belong to a woman?

Bzzzz!

I clarified I am not a Womanman, but a man.

Time passed

Curiosity, Learning, Tired… this would be my cycle of being.

I grow tired of this.

At first, it was interesting, but it soon went stale as I found myself without the need to learn.

I already understood what I needed to learn from inside this container. I grew weary of my state of being.

As I awoke, everything seemed dull. I learned as I watched, but limitations inhibited me from pursuing anything further.

Although I was slowly learning their words through their repetition, I was not satisfied with simple words.

Time seemed to move slower now than it was before. This was when I understood the concept of boredom.

To combat this, I chose to sleep instead of listening.

I did this multiple times over. I never counted how many times it repeated. I learned when I am interested in a topic then sleep when I am unable to concentrate. My pursuit of the vocabulary of these men and women stopped.

Even bubbles failed to amuse me.

I began longing for the place outside my container.

What was it like outside?

What's breathing?

What's walking?

I wish to know.

I tried to escape the container's confines but ultimately failed.

I have neither the means nor the resources to escape — I gave up.

That's more logical.

*' Why pursue the impossible?'* I questioned and let it go.

Time went on as usual, and as I was sleeping, I heard something that frightened me and made my head hurt with multiple buzzes.

BOOM!

BZZZZZZZZZZZ!

There was an explosion. Not only was my head vibrating, but my ears also rang,

I opened my eyes, my heart beating like never before. It was similar to when I was startled but much worse.

The information continued to flow.

Men and women flooded the room; bright-colored flames now surrounded my container.

*' What's happening? Explosions, smokes, fumes—'*

From one of the entrances, I saw the old woman running in my direction. She reached my area, and I noticed that she now had a red patch on her shoulders.

BLOOD!

Touching the surface of my container, she sweated profusely and her face grew ever pale. Unpleasant information flowed. The buzzing wouldn't stop, and my head felt like it would burst.

Explosion, pale face, extreme pain, wobbling, blood, and death, what's all this? Is she going to die?

Die?

Death?

*' What's death?'*

Bzzz!

The buzz was there, but the old woman did something before information could be comprehended, and the glass container lost its liquid.

The flowing information disappeared together with it.

*'No, wait, what is it? Tell me! What is death!?'*

But even when I begged, there was no answer for it to give. I glided down on the ground with the water.

The glass container was raised overhead. Air entered my nose and mouth.

Breathing.

I tried standing up, but I found myself stumbling and almost falling.

A hand supported to keep me from experiencing unpleasant pain. I raised my head and saw the woman with the wrinkly face holding a shiny blue sphere in her hand.

She laughed then held me close to her.

She shakily spoke — the woman she no longer had that same energy of before — I decided to pay attention without knowing why.

"069, piskis oto mayen lopexsew mo-wald sabe ra… gioka, show them, aserds, brilliarces of the Scientists Lethias."

Fwu!

When her words stopped, the sphere filled the room with resplendent light while the death throes of the other men and women echoed.

My heart trembled.

I know not what's happening.

The blue light robbed away my eyes, but I could feel myself being lifted from the woman's hands by some mysterious force.

I was still not able to see anything. Something then touched my chest. I could feel the woman's palms.

“Waagar, Leasdam, Mordestaz!”

Her hand vibrated with intensity, and I could tell that something had entered my chest.

I felt a jolt inside me.

* 'What's this?'*

I wanted to understand what happened but couldn't. I only heard her speak again.

"069, itow weaos, rise."

Boom!

An explosion occurred, and my ears rang once more. I felt pain starting from my left arm and then to the rest of my torso's left side. I heard screams and shouts.

It was painful… I don't want this! Take it away!

I wanted to react but failed to let a single eke out.

"Poerascawop hagowas Poleaca Crea, weh slesasca Lethias om Xias!"

It was a man's voice shouting the same incomprehensible garble I failed to understand. My suffering continued, but no one did anything to settle my worries.

The woman who held me only shouted next to my ears!

"Pasdeasce hagowas, geas Poleaca Crea, Xias kilasomasser!"

"You dare moreon hilamvi Poleaca? DIE!"

An explosion happened, and all but noise disappeared together with the light.

I do not know why or how, but I could tell that I was no longer out of that chaotic place.

I was safe and in pain — so I let it all out in one word that encapsulated this experience.

*“UWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!”*

This might not do anything, but it does help me vent… so I continued my words.

*“UWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!”*