It was a drunken kind of youth. Yes, a feeling of floating from merely being alive. Yes, a rapidly beating heart every time our eyes met. Those were the things I had grown dependent on. I was but a baby, created with all varieties of information encoded within what those white-coat donned strangers deemed a soul.
"Miss! You're awake!"
Those were the first words I ever recalled. Those were the words that welcomed me to this world. They were ones filled to the brim with excitement, joy and triumph, tinged with just the slightest bit of panic and fear. How will she react to me? What do I say? What do I do? I know those were the thoughts going through that young woman's head. Before even opening my eyes, before knowing even my own name--much less appearance--I knew more concerning the world around me than a person who had been on Evelon for twenty years already.
Emotions were a thing I had no knowledge of. Those were the things so foreign to me that, at the time, made my head pound with anxiety and apprehension.