"With no idea how or why he came about , he trusts in his mummy it will all be sorted out . From time to time a tune will be played , it 's only his mother humming away . It is like being in space and bouncing around , especially when mum is running up and down . But it is all cut short one bad day , a bladed catheter sliced me away . First it ripped and severed my leg , then it punctured my guts , removed them today . The jabbing and slicing makes me feel bad , I wonder why mummy is making me sad ? I never got the chance to see her face , now I 'm dismembered all over the place . I will never know her or see her , not a trace , I have been removed from the human race . Want to cuddle and give her a kiss , and say hi to my brothers I know I will miss ."
"The only reason why that makes no sense is that no one exists inside the embryo . It would be like writing about someone weeding their garden from a weeds point of view . The anthropomorphization of non-mental existant beings is implausible at least ."
"The jabbing and slicing makes me feel bad , I wonder why mummy is making me sad ?"
"It would be like writing about someone weeding their garden from a weeds point of view ."