The Son

I am a son, and I have nanomachines inside me. What did you expect?

Having gained self-awareness while still in my mother's belly, I realized that this was my chance. Being born was the first step. Then at one year old I would have a college degree, and at five I would be a billionaire. I didn't care that I remembered nothing of the past. This being a magical world, and with lots of smart tech, too, I'd catch up in no time, wouldn't I?

Yeah, right.

"This baby's dying!"—That is what I heard in the first minutes of my life.

I was dying? What? In the very first minute? Was this some kind of sick joke? Was the whole world against me?

Something had to be done . . .