Beginning
By: Fadura

Voices. Soft voices. Voices that seem to drift around and murmur words until they made no sense. It was the first thing he was ever aware of. The voices seemed to have come from the void, the void he slowly rose out of, a world of non-existence, none feeling, no sound no vibrations, no solid, no liquid, no rough, no smooth. Nothing.

The voices floated away. And so his attention was diverted to the solid feeling that had begun growing across his back, a smooth surface he was… laying on..? Confusion built up in his newly conscious mind.

The sensation was so unusual, it was the first time he had felt such sensation. And he began noticing other things. The air that sucked in and out of ventilation system, the temperature of the room, the difference between the solid object he lay on and the air around him. Most of all, he noticed feeling his body. The joints that made up his fingers, the cables that made up his neck, the vibration through his audio system as it heard sound. He knew the names for such things, he understood what they did, it was in his knowledge.

It was all so unusual. So awkward.

Yet, it felt right, like he was created for the place and perhaps he was, but that he didn’t know. It was not in his knowledge.

“Wake up my creation…” The noise vibrated through him, through the solid object under him, through the air, and his audio system automatically caught it. Despite the complex process of such things, he understood it simply as ‘hearing’.

“Wake up and welcome to the world.” What should he do next? He did not know which way to respond, he had never done either before. To move, or to speak? To his surprise yet complete understanding, his optics came online. At first the place he was in was a blur of color, values, and hues, slowly it cleared and sharpened, showing him shapes and a whole new three-dimensional environment. He turned his head slightly, a movement so natural he did not care he did it.

At first, he was not sure which of the shapes made the sound. There was no difference between the shapes and colors in the background and the shapes and colors in the foreground as he had not yet understood the difference between them. Then the slightly more rounded shape moved. A pair of red glows flickered to life before him.

For a moment his stared into the red orbs. In puzzlement and curiosity, his hand moved, a movement once again so natural he did not care he did such a thing, and reached up to the oval shape before him. A silver hand intercepted his in a natural more fast movement, an experienced hand.

He stared for a moment at what his mind identified as a face, a silver face with two blue orbs.

“Welcome my creation, to your life.”