I am a son, and I have nanomachines inside me. What did you expect?
Having gained self-awareness while still in my mother's belly, I realized that this was my chance. Being born was the first step. Then at one year old I would have a college degree, and at five I would be a billionaire. I didn't care that I remembered nothing of the past. This being a magical world, and with lots of smart tech, too, I'd catch up in no time, wouldn't I?
Yeah, right.
"This baby's dying!"-That is what I heard in the first minutes of my life.
I was dying? What? In the very first minute? Was this some kind of sick joke? Was the whole world against me?
