My parents have begun speaking to me more often, and I have learned a bit of their language. Their language is quite different from human languages, probably due to their differently shaped mouths.

  I also discovered that when they talk, I can understand from my outside perspective, but that won’t help me learn much when my body just stares off into the distance.

  I have also discovered that I can manipulate the air, and create mini pocket vaccumes. I was originally going to use this to see if I need to breathe, but I decided to use my hand to see if I needed to.

  At first I thought I did, because I started to feel suffocated when I put my hand over my mouth, but then I discovered that it was just a reflex.

  Also I’ve been thinking about whether my body detects lack of oxygen or excess carbon dioxide. Then I started wondering if I even breathe oxygen, or if I’m more like a mushroom. It probably doesn’t really matter.

  I’m also unsure whether their is magic here or not, their are many strange things like holograms and the like, but whether its magic or advanced tech I can’t tell. Suppose I’ll figure it out later.

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  I wonder if I can do things like mess with my mind to make me smarter.

  Hmmm…

  The moment I did, I accidentally forgot everything I knew prior to living anew, essentially turning me into a mostly normal baby. This was only temporary for a few months, by the time I had started learning to speak just a little.

  Also, it seems that beastkin seem to learn faster than human babies! I’m probably around 7-8 months old at the max, and I’ve already started speaking in sentences.

  Would it be better to just wait out the first few years of my life? Should I start doing stuff when I’m around an adult?

  Are these people religious? Would they worship me if I told them I’m a god? Should I want that? Should I remain lowkey or become a superhero?

  Or perhaps I could become an explorer, exploring the cosmos like my dad, Grené, does with me and my mom.

  Hmmm…

  Oh right, I forgot to talk about that. My fathers job is something to do with this ship that we are on. I’m unsure of his exact role, because who explains the exact specifications of their job to their kid?

  It’s clear he’s important, or else why else could I be born on the ship? There aren’t any other babies on the ship, and not many couples.

  Perhaps I should watch him using my outside sight for a few days to see what he does.

  That’s exactly what I’ll do!