Chapter 2

It has now been a year since my birth, and I have managed to wrap my head around the different kinds of information, I have managed to categorize noise by the nuances of a frequency, and as such, have begun to learn language, as I found myself incapable of attributing the noises I heard to the sounds of the english language.

The biggest struggle I have found myself with so far is vision, yes I know what wavelength equals what color, but in real life most things do not emit one singular color, but a spectrum of color, which upon reaching one's brain is averaged out for easier understanding, and as such I do not see a singular color, but the entire spectrum, add on the fact I seem capable of seeing in a 360 degree arc, despite my eyes still seeming to be the focal point of my vision, I can see directly behind my head, yet closing my eyes still stops my vision, likely a consequence of my minds association between the action of closing one's eyes and losing one's vision. 

Something I am eternally grateful for as it is one of the only ways to mitigate the constant headaches I have found myself struggling with, something that will hopefully become less of an issue as my mind adapts. And as training I sit in my child's crate, watching as my tail swishes about, drawing connections between the quiet noises, subtle changes in air pressure, and movement of the light in my eyes. 

I seem to have a perfectly intuitive understanding of my body, I can precisely tell the location of every limb of my body, the individual contractions of all of my muscles and how to use them. Allowing me to cross reference the data in my mind with the location I know my tail to be, I have done this for months now, and have managed to develop an accurate understanding of my surroundings, now I am able to determine an object's movement by the subtle change in air pressure, and their exact location by the photons and sound they emit.

I absentmindedly run my hand through the fur on my tail. I have determined due to its consistency that it is covered in fur, which I imagine to be smooth, unable to tell with certainty whether the tactile sensation is truly the same as the qualia of petting soft fur, but I do not care.

That's right, while I maintain my humanoid shape, I seem to be quite different to the common homosapien, I have a long tail, roughly as long as I am tall, not much considering my form as a toddler, but I also have a pair of fluffy animal ears, reminiscent of a wolf or fox, sitting atop my head, sitting behind a pair of sharp, pointed horns. About the length of my palm, the distinct lack of reflected light suggests a deep black color, broken intermittently by a bright shine, suggesting a polished nature, which I have used as a benchmark for my mind on what tactile feeling constitutes smoothness.

I stop my motions as a continuous noise fills the air, as light streams in, the relative angle of the cone of light entering my senses allowing a triangulation of the position of the source, cross referenced with all of my other senses, as well as the sudden change in atmospheric pressure and air currents, It seems that the door to my room has just opened. And in walks an entity, as my senses form a blurry outline of the person, I recognize the unique frequencies within their pattern of speech, I identify them as my caretaker, my parents in this life rarely spending time, likely busy or uncaring of my existence, not that I care either way. Alternating high pitch noises enter my senses, likely the abhorrent coos people use when addressing children, and I have never been so glad to not hear things like I used to.

I focus my eyes in her direction, an unnecessary action on my part, but people seemed to find my lack of acknowledgement of another's presence back in my last life, and the unique frequencies used when I do such a thing, generally inspire a feeling of confusion, and as such I have adopted the habit of looking towards someone every now and then, even as I ignore them.

An even higher pitch fills my senses, and I feel information from my ears, similar to when I hurt myself, likely pain at the shrill pitch, as I look away from the women, having long since begun to filter out her presence, strangely enough it seems things will not go as they normally do.

Usually the caretaker will just feed me, clean my diaper, a humiliating experience if not for my apathy at the world at large, and my knowledge that as a baby no one will ever think it strange.

But this time I am picked up and brought outside, a rare experience, likely due to my young age, I squint, reducing the clarity of my senses, as a tsunami of information begins to flood my mind, light, noise, and more, assaulting my senses on mass, as I focus to prevent a severe headache, the only sense of pain still present after my reincarnation, likely a result of it coming directly from my mind itself.

I seem to be brought to a garden of some kind, as chemical structures I recognise as pollen and other common airborne particles flood past me. As I try my best to ignore the rare particles of a more disgusting nature.

After a few minutes of walking I am deposited on the floor, visible light and tactile sensation suggesting I sit upon a smooth picnic blanket, as in the distance I notice many other presences. People in all likelihood, with a sprinkling of much smaller entities, likely children, and I sigh to myself, already not happy with my situation.

(an, this chapter served mostly to give readers an Idea of the way the Mc's senses worked, so as to not have to constantly bring it up as the story progresses, I hope you enjoyed it, it was a bit of a struggle to write, but I think it turned out well in the end, now I have 3 assignments due tommorow morning and its already 9:30, so I need to get to that, procrastination is a bitch.)

(edit, go read my new novel, Rebuilding the fallen empire (a 40k and stellaris inspired story), its not a fanfiction, so it wont appear if you just click on my profile, but I'm pretty proud of the first chapter, and hope to make it more interesting in the future, thanks, enjoy.)