mazel tov its an abomination!

I spent approximately two and a half growing in my mother, during which time I grew very little, the majority of that time was spent on growing my thought organs yes organs, I'm not a stupid little mono brain human anymore I've got like 3 different brain-like organs that each do their own separate task. I grew these extra thought centers as both practice in my shapeshifting powers as well as a way to handle automated broadcasts as well as my own mental security. The mental security organ is fairly simple and doesn't do much other than run looping thoughts, math problems, and distracting sensations as a sort of camouflage over my main thoughts. While it is simple it does a great job of being an early warning system and a great staging ground for more powerful defences in case of an attack, I am able to bolster that organ which I'm just going to call the sergan (security organ) into taking a more active role in defending my mind.

The second (technically third) thought organ that I grew was one completely dedicated to my shapeshifting abilities. while untested in concept it should allow me to change into any form of an animal without having to get used to their senses or body shape at all. It will do this by scanning the animal's minds for patterns and certain chemical reactions in order to fully simulate those when I shift while not affecting my higher brain functions at all. I shall call this organ the mirgan (mimic organ)

The final and arguably most important brain was more of an organic computer than anything else. This organ held the memories of my past life cataloged and accessible yet separate from my core personality. I know that any future knowledge I have will be butterflied out of existence no matter what I do so I will not be reliant on it, it shall give me context and warning. I have seen many people get thrown into a panic when they realize that their knowledge of a setting is fallible and I will not fall into that.

I've read enough stories where the main character is reincarnated (as well as knowing what actual birth is like) to know that being born is a traumatic as fuck experience. For example when a baby is being born their skull shifts and squeezes as it's being pushed through the birth canal which sounds painful as hell, not to mention all of those lovely bodily fluids accompanying you into the world.

So I decided that I would either completely block my mind from making memories like being blacked out but without all the drinking beforehand or just erase the entire memory after the fact.

Incidentally, all of those things which are true for human birth don't apply at all for martian births. THEY CAN SHAPESHIFT!

'fuck I'm stupid' I berated myself as my mother's stomach simply opened up and deposited me into the open arms of a....

'HHHOOOOOLLLY FUCK that thing is rough to look at... oh shit thats a martian... oh shit I'M a martian... thank god for shapeshifting' (img here)

Before I was born I had set up certain simplistic thoughts and emotive broadcasts to be played from my Sergan (security organ) when I blacked myself out or if I was unable to form a coherent thought in order to appear as natural as possible. I had mapped these broadcasts from what I picked up from other infants around my mother as she stayed in what I now know is some form of maternity ward.

I did not want to be labeled as some form of messianic figure because I came out fully coherent. Not only would that force me into some form of religious or political position which would massively hinder my plans and training schedule plus it would make it virtually impossible to get to earth in order to really start living.

So I came out as a perfectly natural martian baby with white skin

'ah shit, now I have to deal with racist green Martians, that is going to make it a bit more difficult to get formal training or techniques at least until I squad up with J'onn'

'I have no idea when I am in the timeline I have to wait until M'gann is born to know what exactly when I was born earth-year wise, it sucks that I'll probably have to wait years in order to have confirmation but she is my in with J'onn if I'm not related to either of them'

As my mind whirls with the shock of seeing a martian for the first time and with my plans finally being able to begin I hear my mother speak gently at the edge of my mind

'I name you S'ol A'res (pronounced Soul aye res), my dawning star' her words wash over me along with her love and devotion

'damn being a martian is cool, I'm able to feel so much more!' I exclaim in my mind as I feel exactly how she feels for me. What she hears are infantile and fragmented thoughts of confusion, fear, love, and excitment.

'hehehe' her laughter is light, angelic, and tinkles like a host of tiny bells on the precipice of my mind in great contrast to her frightening visage.

however, I am pulled from my enraptured state by a feeling of disgust and disdain directed in our direction. My head whips toward the feeling of its own volition and I catch sight of a green martian looking at us with clear hate on its... mind? I can't tell its facial expression at all but I can feel his emotions clear as day.

'Well shit, that's some deep hate. I did not think I would encounter that universal constant that is racism this fast'

'Oh well, as long as Mr green power over there doesn't try and murder me I should be fine, hopefully it's more jim crow than instant murder for being alive I can work around that, I might be a bit unorthodox in combat style since I won't be able to get formal training, but I've got plans on exactly how to get dangerous'