After watching the infants crawl around for all of about 5 minutes, he started to get bored. Even though his vision made everything blurry the further it was from him, he could still see enough to tell none of them were human. All of them either had the wrong skin tone or had protrusions from their body that humans don't have, one of them he just knew had wings. Comparing his sight to the toys built into the walker, he also noticed that the saturation of colors were also less vibrant. Not by much, but enought to be noticed.

So my eyes weren't playing tricks on me! I really hope that this is temporary, my vision fpr things far away is blurry as well so It's probably just my young age but that doesn't stop it from being a little unsettling. I hope I'm not nearsighted.

After nearly 10 minutes of watching them fight over toys and attempting to eat their own limbs, the only thing he saw of interest was when one of them started climbing the wall. He was honestly impressed, he knows very well that it's something he can't do anymore.

Wow, they are very determined to get outta here. You go dude, I doubt you'll be able to climb over but I'm rooting for you.

He really did want to keep watching them just to see if something was going to happen, but besides that dispay of strength the only thing he learned was that there wasn't anything he could learn from them yet.

Damn. There's nothing usefull I can gleam off of them, but the way they interact with each other is very reminiscent to humans on Earth. Right now all they're doing is exploring, learning everything and anything their minds will pick up on. The only difference between them and me right now is that I have a fully developed consciousness, and that is a pretty stark difference if you ask me. Maybe when they... we, get older, there will be something worth observing.

Deciding that he's seen enough, he switches his attention to the walker keeping him upright. Rocking his feet against the ground he swings back and forth, immitating a swing while he gets lost in his thoughts.

What the hell am I supposed to do now? There's not much for me to do... I guess I should start thinking of names for myself. I could just use my old name and be done with it. It would be easy to recognise and I'm already used to it, but the question is if I want to use my old name. I'm still me, but at the same time, I'm also not me. I don't have the same body, senses, hell, I'm not even in the same world anymore. The only thing that is still 'me' are my memories and... soul? I'm not so sure about that part, maybe it's something more akin to identity?

He shakes his head in dismission.

Whatever is left, I know that I'm still me. If I think of this philosophically, I have always been 'not me' and I will continue to end up being 'not me' in the future. Both my body and mind have changed bit by bit, over and over again as the years passed. I lived, I learned, and I grew. If I were to always be 'me', I would be no different than the infants that currently surround me. Maybe it's time for a new one?

He looks up from the walker and watches the children around him while he contemplates. Their calmer attitudes and slower movements show that they have at least calmed down a little bit. With a mental sigh he looks back down only to catch sight of his feet. They are more like paws, but his constant rocking let him discover something odd. He has heels that he can plant onto the ground if he wants to, but his body prefers to be on it's toes. Whether it's subconscious or ingrained in the body, he's not sure. What he is sure of is that these ink dipped feet are just another reminder that he had died, that he is no longer on Earth, that he is no longer human. He doesn't waste any more time being on the fence about it, he knows what decision to make.

It would be very easy to just use my... old name, but if I were to do that, I feel like I would be desperately clinging onto whatever is left of my old life. It would just end up being a reminder of what I left behind. It's time for a new name, I just wish I knew how names worked here. I probably should've listened better while those adults were talking.

With his identity crisis now resolved, he sighs internally and relaxes his legs. He bends them so that they hang loosely only to immediately fall straight to the floor. The walker itself stayed upright, but his feet almost got squashed underneath the seat he was currently in.

"WhOa-!" That was close! This thing stretches? I had no idea! Damn thing gave me a heart attack! I never knew I'd feel an adrenaline rush as a baby!

Looking closer at its design, he saw how the cords holding the seat up were attached to the ring above him. They all ended at six different points where round plastic pieces began. he didn't know exactly how it worked, but somehow it gave him plenty of vertical movement. As his nerves began to calm down, an idea started to form in his head.

...Wait, could I?...

Shifting his feet beneath him, he stands back up to full height and immediately noticed how easy it was to stand up. God knows just how difficult it would be if he tried it on his own, if it was possible at all.

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It's only been one day and I already found the baby equivalent of an exercise machine! Hahahaha!! Who cares about these babbling babies when there are more important things to I could be doing like squats! Having a developed mind is such a blessing, this is a huge game changer!

Without wasting any time he starts doing squats, making sure that he's doing them right. Heels planted on the ground, feet spaced apart evenly and toes pointed forward. Keeping his heels on the ground made his calves feel weird, but his body cooperated for the most part. He still wasn't used to having such a small body and he hasn't been in it long, so there was a small adjustment period where he had to stop and fix his form a few times before he could get it right.

Urgh, this is a little frustrating, but at least I'm getting used to it. Not only will this allow me to get stronger legs, but I might be able to start walking ahead of schedule! With an insatiable thirst for knowledge like mine, I'm going to need a body capable of keeping up with my greed. Who knows what kind of world I'm in, I'm surrounded by non-human beings so anything is on the table until proven otherwise. That includes magic, I'm not getting my hopes up for it but it would be really nice if it exists here. I've always had a soft spot for those types of comics where the main character becomes overpowered, unable to be told what to do by anyone.

By the time he wore himself out enough to pay attention to his surroundings, all the other children around him were gone. In his confusion he managed to pick up the sound of voices approaching, even if they were still distorted, "I can't believe how much energy that kid has, he even managed to climb out of the pen!" Their higher pitch was a complete contrast to the booming voice the other adult had, "I know, right? I was laughing my ass off while my coworkers where panicking. Besides, we might have two like that now, the new kid went ham on that walker."

Once they were in sight it wasn't that hard to figure out who's voice was who's. One of the adults had a very large frame that was quite out of place in an adoption center, he looked like he belonged in a weight lifting compatition. Once they had reached close enough he realized that his clothes were pulled tight against his frame, showing just how muscular his body actually was. The only detail about his skin that our protagonist could see was that it was a medium gray, like concrete. The figure that was next to him on the other hand, was tiny in comparison. Where the male figure looked like he was eight feet tall, the woman that was chatting with him was maybe five feet tall, possibly even shorter! Her light red skin was contrasted by the blue clothes she was wearing. The only thing he could think of that was that shade of blue and be so evenly spread is if she's wearing doctor scrubs.

She replied to the larger man while lifting our protagonist out of the walker he was in, "well, he seems to be done with it now." She turns her attention to our protagonist, "C'mon, let's see if youre able to eat real food!" The red skinned woman said with a cheery tone and a smile. When she looks away her face strains while muttering to herself, "I'm getting real tired of preparing all those bottles..."

After spending the next half hour being spoonfed puréed fruits and vegetables, he quickly learned that even the food here doesn't taste the same. They all came close to being something he recognised, a sweeter banana flavor or a more earthy beet but they were never 100% the same.

I can't wait until my teeth come in. God knows what the hell is in this food. It's better than formula but damn, a spinach smoothie would have better texture than this.

once the sampling session was over, he was taken upstairs by the lady where she gave him another bath, changes his 'undergarments' and put him back into his crib. to say it was embarrasing was an understatement. Back in the room he woke up in this morning, he's given some time to himself where no one is watching.

Uugh, that was awful. I cannot wait until my legs can work, relying on someone else to do everything for me is not a very dignified existance. But alas, I can do nothing but wait for my body to grow.

He takes a big sigh, letting it be as big as he wants since there is no one watching him. He's been resisting the urge to sigh all day. After all, what problems does a baby have to sigh about?

Oh that's better, I don't think I'll like pretending for so long but it's going to save me a ton of headaches in the future. I just have to bide my time, I guess. I knew reincarnating wouldn't be like the comics but this is more nuanced than I thought. Hopefully things will get easier, but it probably won't.

Alone with his thoghts in a dim room with the only light being a night-light in the corner of the room, he contemplates his plan for the future.

I have to get stronger. I have a way to get my legs sronger, but who's to say I'll be in there tomorrow? Or the day ofter? I need to figure out a way to tell the adults, 'Hey, I want to be in the walker'. I also need to figure out a way to practice my coordination. Remember how I said this body doesn't feel strange to me? Yeah that was just existing. Trying to keep my legs and feet where I want them was more difficult than I had expected, but my fingers are an even worse story. It doesn't feel like my wires are crossed but more like my fingers will respond in any way but how I want them to work. With that being said, I need to come up with dexterity exercises. Maybe using my fingers to count will help? I think that will work.

Oh shit! I forgot to think of a name for myself! I've gotta work on that! What else am I forgetting? Language? No, not unless it's written, though I should add that to the list. Anything else? I feel like I'm forgetting something...

After a few minutes of struggle, nothing else comes to mind.

Alright. I think that's all I need to do? I can always add more in the future, so what have we got?

Thinking back on all the things on his to do list, he realizes just how much he needs to get done.

Damn, It hasn't even been two days and I already have so much on my plate. How many tasks is that? one, two, three, four, maybe five things? For a baby I have a lot to do. I should be able to do it all though, I've got plenty of time.

With his thoughts in order he begins to feel sleep tug at his eyes, coaxing him to fall asleep. He doesn't fight it much, he doesn't have anything that can be done right now. Pushing his worries aside he lets himself get some well deserved rest, he's got a lot to do tomorrow after all.