Hir’s birth was very different from the other births that happen around galaxies far and near.
Still in the making, but mentally perceptive already, one day Hir began to wonder about being born. It was a logical outcome. Hir detested it. The more hir pondered over hir unfinished self, the more hir self-love brightened. To be totally finished, stuck in an unchanging form was anathema to hir. That day, Hir became the first person in the history of the universe to decide in the womb, never to allow the rules to dictate to hir that hir must be fully formed before hir could be born. Hir came into the world as unfinished as hir wanted to be.
There were consequences, of course. The entire planet fainted with disbelief at the sight of a voluntarily unfinished birth.
“And what if all babies became so capricious and disobedient? What then? How will unfinished children ever compete against other planets’ super-babies?”
The cacophony of myriad questions welcomed Hir into a brutal universe. Everybody was waiting with bated breaths for the new-born to open hir eyes so they could see first-hand just how regretful the brat would feel for hir impertinence.
As the first leaves began to return home after a futile day of intense scavenging, Hir opened hir eyes and smiled. In an instant, the baby was floating above their heads, giggling and shouting like all others.
“And what are you? Could you be anything with your malfunction?” a voice enquired.
“I’m a traveller”, Hir replied and paused before he added, “but primarily, I’d like to be a storyteller. I’m not born to be like the others. I decided to be born so I could discover.”
And before anyone could interrupt, Hir snatched a bright red cloth that lay by hir birth-bed and took off. Nobody had seen flight in the race before. This was a baby that was never anointed with hir profession; this was a baby they desperately wanted to forget; this was also the baby who transformed life across their universe.