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Maybe I shouldn't have come into this world in the first place, I don't know what I belong to, a life that doesn't belong to me? Or just a test subject for human research.

I started to remember very early on, when I couldn't walk, but my eyes could see, and the most I saw every day was the white roof. After my mother gave birth to me, she didn't let me enjoy a trace of maternal love, and she never came to see me, only when I was crying, my aunt would come in and shove a bottle into my mouth, or change me into a diaper that was not completely clean.

Finally, when I could walk, my mother appeared in front of me, but that was the beginning of my nightmare.

My mother picked me up, and I felt so happy, because no one had ever held me so comfortably since I was born, and I even started to feel a little drowsy. But when I opened my eyes again, I found myself lying on a white bed, surrounded by strange instruments, and my mother and a man stood in front of my bed, and I later learned that the man was my father.

They looked at me, but there was only expectation in their eyes, but there was no love. I felt an itch on the top of my head and tried to reach out to scratch it, but I found that my hands and feet were so restrained that I couldn't move at all. I was so scared that I wanted to shout at my mother, "My head is so itchy, can you let me go?" "But I couldn't speak. My father shoved a brace into my mouth and nodded at my mother. My mother left the bed, and I couldn't see where she was going, but I could tell by the footsteps that she hadn't left, but had walked somewhere in the room and started crackling and manipulating something, followed by the sound of the machine starting to run.

My head suddenly stopped itching because of a sharp pain that rushed to my brain and made me feel painful. I cried and screamed as hard as I could, no one paid attention, I tried to struggle, but I couldn't move. The pain was unbearable, it was like combing my brain with an iron comb, and I felt my whole body twitching, and some fishy liquid was flowing out of my mouth. Just when I thought I was going to die, the pain suddenly disappeared, followed by a nauseous dizziness and I lost consciousness.

When I opened my eyes again, it was still the white roof, and the familiar cracks and patterns I remember vividly, like vivid pictures. Was it just a dream? But the vertigo that still existed in my head made me know that everything just now was real. I reached out and touched the top of my head, and there was something wrapped on it, it should be some gauze. I grabbed the gauze and pulled it hard, and suddenly I felt a lot of pain.

"It hurts!"

I was so stunned that I forgot about the pain in my head, I was able to speak, and the words seemed to have always been inside my brain, and there was no strangeness in the slightest.

This was the first time I spoke. Later I learned that the first words other children learn when they are born is "Mommy." And the first time I said it was, "It hurts!" "Maybe this proves that my life will be accompanied by endless pain.

Every day after that, I had to endure the terrible pain, and it lasted longer and longer, and the most tragic thing was that while experiencing the pain, I couldn't faint, and I could only enjoy the "love" that my parents brought me. Maybe because they created me, my life doesn't belong to me, and it's up to them to deal with it. Every time the pain was followed, I fainted belatedly, and when I woke up, my brain was inexplicably filled with all kinds of knowledge.

When I knew that the atomic bomb was lethal by using the energy released by the nuclear fission chain reaction, I found that the things in front of me began to blur, and slowly I couldn't see the familiar cracks on the roof that I grew up with, but the more I couldn't see clearly, the more I wanted to open my eyes to see. One time I had a fever, and a doctor came to check on my physical condition, and when I opened my eyes to see his face, the doctor saw that I let out a hellish scream, dropped what I was in and ran out. Why is he like this? I later learned that my eyes looked horrible, which I overheard when my aunt who took care of me was chatting with someone at the door.

This is not the main reason why my parents won't let me open my eyes, the real reason is that once when I was implanting information in my brain, I opened my eyes violently in unbearable pain, and all the equipment in the room failed, and the experiment had to be stopped, and I also took a day off before I started to continue the experiment on the third day. Slowly, I realized that as soon as I opened my eyes during the experiment, the equipment in the room would malfunction and the experiment would stop, and normally nothing would happen when I opened my eyes, maybe it was the intense pain during the experiment that stimulated me to release something through my eyes, I don't know very well. Unfortunately, my parents eventually found out why the instrument was malfunctioning, and every time I did, I would cover my eyes with a metal object, and the equipment never malfunctioned again, and from then on they began to ask me not to open my eyes, and if I were found to be open, then I would spend the night hungry.

As the days passed, I gradually got used to the intense pain in each experiment, and because the knowledge in the brain was quite abundant, the experiment with the implanted information in the brain slowly changed from eight hours a day to three hours, and I could only spend the rest of the time in my room. At this time, I couldn't see anything at all, I was not used to it at first, I wrestled a lot, and then I slowly got used to it, and I found that my sixth sense seemed to be getting stronger and stronger, and I could actually feel if there was an obstacle in front of me, I think it should be related to my brain waves. Due to genetic changes, my brain can release powerful brain waves, when there is an obstacle in front, the released brain waves will be immediately reflected back, the principle should be like a bat by sound wave positioning, I believe that the damage to the instrument during the original experiment should also be related to my brain waves, but unfortunately I have not found a way to control the release of brain waves.

The aunt who took care of me didn't want to talk to me, and my only daily amusement was to play Go with myself in my head, which was boring. It wasn't until later that I met him, and his appearance made my boring life a little more colorful, a little happy.