The hair sometimes floated past his face and tickled him, now. Fully formed limps sometimes banged limply at the glass during harsh stimuli. Or perhaps it was dark, half formed dreams that made the eyelids twitch and the legs kick. But usually the body floated in sleep, relaxed in the green liqiud like within an embrace. Safe. Profected. Unaware.

The child floated in silence, now developed nearly to the size of a child ready to be born. With time, it had grown react to the outside world, recoginizing the stimuli of noises and slight movements of the tank. The walls were within easy reach of a kick by now; sometimes sounds came back at it then it did that. But right now it dozed, lulled by ( Read more... )

There still wasn't anything that could be called a mind inside the tiny bundle of flesh and bone, just the bare hint of a possibility.  Faint sounds had entered it's world, coming to it as shockwaves though the liquid around it. Some sounds jarred, others soothed. Some made it twitch it's small limbs in reaction. But mostly it just floated, without ( Read more... )

Sleep. The green liquid moves slowly around the tiny body, but the mind is not yet developed enough to be aware of it, or of anything else. The eyes are not yet open. It floats in it's own private darkness, safe and unaware in it's own bubble of ignorande.

Ignorande truly is bliss.