Phoenix Whip

Your life has become a hell, filled with wet baby diapers and the eternal presence of bellowing balls of vomit and farts. The simple fact of being there, lying in one of the hundreds of robotic cribs of the state nursery drives you mad.

Life as a baby is torture by itself, you want to move, scratch yourself or just sit. But, you can not. Even worse, all your reactions are being computerized and recorded and use to evaluate in which social group and to which work you will be destined your future adult life.

At least, that is what they taught you in your other life. Still, the glitch that allows you to remember, also allows you to see beyond visible, sometimes over people appear some holo computer icons which they make people do things without them being aware of it. At first, you thought that you were crazy, but now you have no doubt that is true; something is mentally monitoring the rest of the population, ordering them to do stuff.

You can see how the nearest nurse comes up with strange icons and wishes.

I think if I concentrate enough, I can understand her thoughts. Although, I can focus on trying to make my baby's body grow stronger. This newborn body has very little stamina, so I won't have the strength to do both.
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