I died, yet I still think. Absence of but self is all I can conceive in the 'present?' There may be more 'outside' of my thoughts but I can't believe it. I can recall my 'past?' or of what I can believably think of as the past iteration of 'i' within a body. Really, what a sad life of loneliness, mediocrity, cowardice and failure. What I was should never be again, yet there are parts which I can't help but find endearing. Albeit those were fictional, some impossible wishes. If only I could live one of those wishes――
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Pain my body is being crus―
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AH . I . T . NnGNG!!!
"AwAwaAAawaWAaawAWAAA！！！"
”童女それです”
”これには強い肺があります。”
”このサイヤ人を他の人と一緒に観察してから、医療カプセルを準備します。大きくなったらフリーザ主によく仕えましょう！ ”
"wAaHAAA wHaAwAwaWAWA AwaAaaAaAA！"
Being crushed, manhandled then barraged by a cacophony of sounds kept me in a distressed state longer than I would want to admit. Drifting in and out of consciousness and seeing strange purple and green humanoids in a loud nursery is a lot to adjust to. One baby has such a cry that starts suddenly but continues with vigor for a long time, this startles me for a moment even if I'm sleeping! I can't help crying a bit, I'm a baby after all. Others agree with their own protests.
Moving is hard the best I can manage is to move my limbs slightly and shimmy my body side to side. While doing this I seem to have discovered I have a brown tail by accident. It started with a twitch then it brushed against my leg, so I focused on it and it moved! It does not seem to be weak as I could lift it within my field of vision for identification. Heh, this new life is getting interesting. I just hope I don't look like those frogmen. Here comes a purple one now, did you sneeze and decide to check up on me now Nurse Frogman? Ah, its checking something at the base of my crib.
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”まだ名前が付けられていません＃４４６、気の評価と医学の教化。”
My crib is being moved this is a first. Usually they bring all of the things needed to check up on me. What could they have in store for me? I've never described what kind of place my crib is. The walls are made of a transparent material with an open top with soft white padding underneath to support my attempts at moving around. The ceiling is plain but looks shiny, could be some metal. The lights up there dim or become too bright when I'm being poked and prodded by a frogman and I've even witnessed a rare red fishman do that job once.
He placed me into some dark pod and hooked me up to a few tubes. A transparent door closed on me. Nurse Frogman, whats going to happen now? Eh?! Fluid is rushing in with me. I think you missed something nurse. My mask! Look! in! the! pod! I'm going to die again. I've obviously offended it. While the fluid overtakes my head the Nurse continues to disinterestedly look down not one bit caring about my demise. Was I wrong the whole time were you not a Nurse. Instead Experimenter Frogman P. Watch how your mouse struggles with the last breath it will take, against the cruel fluid that with certainty will end it!
The fluid burns as it fills my lungs as I can't help gasping for more. And more. And more... I'm not dying! Experimenter Frogman P, It was a success.
After a few minutes the fluid no longer burns nor too hard to breath. I watch for hours as it continues to look at the instrument still uninterested in anything but its data. When I suddenly fall asleep.