my birth story

as my yellow tendrils hit the keyboard i prepare to transfer the story of my entry into time and space from my database into yours.

my mother never spoke a word to me. i have spent minutes trying to work out why but i think it is because my mother has no mouth and no physical form. she communicated to me during my formation through large data downloads sent to me via osmosis in the cosmic gloop that i grew up in. it was a modest childhood. we had no tv and no mobular devices because their frequencies clashed with hers and gave her a headache.

when i was yeeted into the atmosphere i spent many light years yearning for the safety of my mothers neighbourhood. i was just a tiny nerbaby alone in an infinite void with no job and no idea where i was supposed to go to the toilet.