I reached out, I spun in the water, trying to find some sort of equilibrium. Wait what's equilibrium?

I reached out in all directions feeling the sides of my pod, equilibrium, equilibrium. There it was! I should anchor myself in the direction of gravity...

Wait where is down? I floated, and I felt myself slowly drifting to my left.

There! Down! Gravity! I slowly floated or maybe I fell? No, I floated to the bottom of my pod. Feeling a stiff fibrous material, somewhat like a bed, I pushed against it I stood. It began to tear. I rushed to rip the sides of my pod. Okay, I could do it.

Attempt three, I can hold myself and move around my pod with some control.

Attempt nine, apparently I can compress somewhat, squeeze myself don and the like. And the fibrous material is capable of healing itself slowly. And at this point, I can now move with impunity over any not-smooth surface. I have yet to hear anything from others of my kind, but I am not yet sure if we even use sound-based communication.

While feeling the inside of my pod I came across some memories that I hadn't written over, some communication but I can't wrap my head around it, apparently copying memories is still a highly specialized task, and I should leave this pod when I am ready to move around but for now, I'll rest. It seems sleep is possible for whatever I am... No, not sleep. Stupor...

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I awoke, it felt weak, I struggled to find which way was down. But why? When was the last time I ate?

Have I eaten anything since I was born here?

I try and find an exit to my pod but the only way out seems to be the fiber at the bottom. I approach it and trapping the sides of my pod I push through, and I try and feel around outside of it there is nothing wait it is anchored by some more of this fiber holding it to the bottom of something. I try to grip the tendril I peek outside and try to look around but wait.

I can't see. I CAN'T SEE!

I rush back into the safety of my pod and brush the sides. Remembering, I can do this, is there anything here that tells me what the outside world is like?

No.

Why did I want to go out? I'm feeling so weak. I should just, I brush a memory. Ah! yes, I need to eat, probably. But where can I find food? I can't see, I don't hear anything, well, that's not right. I reach out a tendril, I feel the flow of water, I feel patterns in the flow of water. Nothing big seems to be disturbing it, I think...

Okay, time to get moving.