My Children Swarm the Cosmos – Chapter 1

𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐳 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭 (𝟏)

Now I can explain myself because I know the language and have the knowledge. There is indeed efficiency in the fact that I can organize my thoughts with language.

I learned the language first, so my speed of understanding knowledge improved rapidly, and my head was filled with the knowledge that humanity had accumulated over a long period of time.

But I still don’t know what I am.

Not knowing what I am does not mean that I do not know what I am biologically, what people call me, or where I belong.

I don’t know my identity.

That’s why I look back on my past several times a day. Today is no exception.

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Generally, the time when a human being becomes conscious is when the brain develops through about 25 weeks of cell division.

However, I was conscious from the time I didn’t have a brain.

At first, it was just one cell. I still don’t know if it was an embryonic stem cell or another special type of eukaryotic cell.

However, what is certain is that the one cell that made up ‘me’ at that time was filled with DNA that had been deliberately injected.

At that time, I did not have the knowledge to handle the chemicals in the double helix structure contained in my cells. I didn’t even know it was DNA, and I didn’t even realize that I was ‘me’. I couldn’t see, hear, or feel anything.

I just existed then.

There was nothing else.

And since I didn’t have a sense of time, I don’t know how long it took, but at some point I was able to receive nutrients and cell division promoters that exceeded the capacity of my cells.

Of course, I didn’t know that it was nutrients and cell division promoters.

So I started cell division according to the design of DNA. No, it started. It had nothing to do with my will. It was a time when I didn’t even have a will.

As I went through cell division, I felt my consciousness gradually becoming clearer. I was able to have more complex thoughts and recognize situations such as threats and growth to me.

I think that’s when I got my instincts.

I eat and grow bigger. I grow my body. I increase my cells. I’m getting smarter. Looking back now, it was that kind of instinct.

And I had a blueprint called DNA in advance. Thanks to this, I was able to be faithful to that instinct. Just like all living things.

As cell division continued, it became difficult for each cell to metabolize, so I created a heart and blood vessels to cope.

The brain, which was like soft jelly, became wrinkled as a result of pursuing spatial efficiency. What used to be just a blunt mass became limbs. I gathered ingredients that could become hard solids and created bones, fingers, and toes. The blueprint and instincts contained in DNA made it that way.

At that time, I had a hunch that I would have to leave the cozy environment in which I was someday. So I worked hard to create my body according to the design of DNA as soon as nutrients were supplied.

That’s how I got my eyes.

Then I became very curious.

What on earth is this organ called ‘eye’?

Of course, I didn’t know if it was an organ called ‘eye’ or an organ for seeing something.

Anyway, I moved the muscles that move the eyelids and opened my eyes.

It was pitch black.

And it hurt. Liquid got into my eyes and I closed my eyelids against my will.

Then another strong curiosity arose.

What on earth is this dark world?

That curiosity was almost an impulse.

After several trials and failures, I found a way to open my eyes without hurting. It was to put a transparent film in front of the eyeballs.

And I opened my eyes again.

Even so, the world was pitch black.

No matter how long I looked, the world around me remained dark.

I touched, listened, kicked with my feet, and did everything I could. Still, I couldn’t get out of that cramped, dark world on my own.

I found out later that I was in my mother’s 412th uterus.

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