My name is Randal Royal, and my life is currently dissipating away. I entered a flashback of sorts starting with my childhood.  

My mother was a well-known geneticist, while my father was a famous civil engineer who designed many bridges and skyscrapers. But an airplane accident killed them both as they were traveling to a momentous conference on their expertise. After they had died, my grandparents raised me from when I was three years old.

As I thought about my parents, I remembered the headline of the newspaper clippings to the disaster. “Faulty ‘All Clear’ Dooms Plane to Crash”. The pilots complained about the plane before taking off, but airport control instructed them to take off. They said it was only a minor inconvenience. The plane lost power in its right engine after it caught fire. All the passengers on board crashed into a forest. There were no survivors.

I longed that I would have met my parents later in life since I got into biomedical engineering, but I guess them dying got me involved in it. Whilst growing up I had a huge thirst for knowledge, causing me unwanted attention. I was an introvert, so my teachers smothering me with information didn’t hurt my social life much.  It took little to convince my grandparents to hire tutors. I wanted them so they could teach me engineering, biology, and philosophy. This fueled my desire to distance myself from the world.

School, in general, was too annoying for me, so I ended up playing quite a lot of computer games. I also used the Internet to learn and pass the time. I guess all of this led me to become a biomedical engineer. At least I would have been a biomedical engineer. But as luck would have it I’m unable to pursue my passions in this lifetime.

This brings me to why I am flashing back. A stray bullet shot by a bank robber just hit my carotid artery.  I guess this is the end of my junior year of university. But at least it’s better that I am shot rather than the two children behind me, although it hurts that I won’t be able to proceed with my profession.

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I guess I’ll leave with a smile on my face.  I hope this situation doesn’t escalate because of my death.

That’s why even though I felt my consciousness slipping away from me I didn’t feel that much regret.  It didn’t matter since getting shot in the carotid artery will kill me… And when it did; I fell into a dark abyss and entered a comfortable dream for I don’t know how long.

But then I woke up with pain all over my body. Soon the pain drifted away and I gasped for air. My god it hurt. I tried to yell but cried out before opening my eyes to a large luxurious room. The only problem was my field of vision was far too low, and I couldn’t control my limbs or head as I pleased.

Setting that aside, I saw a couple of people in the room. The first one was a man in his mid-twenties, handsome by my standards.  He has dark red hair and seems to be decently wealthy by what he is wearing. He seemed worried about the lady that is getting cleaned up. Wait, clean up around the vagina, wait... doesn’t that mean birth or am I mistaking this?

No, that explains why my field of vision is so low, and I can’t move. I’m a newborn baby, or at least that is the only possibility I can come up with.  Well, it seems I can view this information calmly is because I am in half asleep state and am not taking in all the information.

It has always been a problem that when I’m tired, stressed, or annoyed I become very apathetic and care little about what has happened. Now that I think about it, I am being carried by the midwife who seems to be relaxed at this scene.  I guess that a successful birth would trigger a sense of relief.  I am now handed to the lady by the midwife.

Well, the man would either be my father or a person who is closely related to my mother. Oh, he kissed her...so that most likely means he is my father. Well, it seems that I got the good end of the gene pool considering that these two are my parents.

I already described my father, but others would consider my mother beautiful. I feel nothing currently, so I don’t think I have an Oedipus complex. She has light blue hair, a slim build and is sweating. I wonder what that glow is coming from the midwife's hands.  They have been speaking a lot during this time, but all I get is some incomprehensible sounds. I am getting sleepy, so I will mull over what happened when I wake up and don’t feel as horrible.