Your start is out of your mother's own womb. As you exit, your small body is dark red with yellowish-clear film sticking to every fiber of your new existence. Wails are the only things heard in the room along with the consistent beeping of the monitors. You hear sounds coming from the things holding you, feel the clip of the cord that tethered your entire being to your maker. You are now alone, nothing attaching you to another, completely and utterly new.
I never asked for this.