So, here I am again. My soul attaching to the little ball of cells that will grow into ''me''. Not that I can see it or anything. I do however remember the life in a rather advanced society that was able to use a device to tell when soul energy began to be emitted from a fetus.


    Nope, all I can see, or rather feel, is a warmth surrounding me as I merge into the new ''me''. Now, you''ll notice my use of ''me''. The reason for this is very simple. I have no direct control over the body. After all, I am a soul, and being such I have no actual physical representation. Now there are times when the mind of a body can indirectly touch the memories of the soul, in this case me. That is how most geniuses come about, with the rare exceptions. I have never had a body that was a true genius. There were some times where my memories were touched, and that led to my body becoming a genius. Such as Socrates, heck even Newton. Although, Newton was more of an accident cause of that apple hitting his head rather hard when I was trying to send him some ideas.


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    And yes, I can do that. Its very hard though, and it doesn''t always work. Its often referred to as ''Gut Feeling'' or ''Instinct'', and all the other illogical things that ''aren''t good''. I have had many a body die, because they wouldn''t listen to me. Not that I can blame them too much, after all I can''t talk to them directly.


    Now to wait for my body to grow. I hope he, or she, has a pleasant life. Although, the odds are nearly 99% that it won''t be pleasant, at least there''s a 50% chance that it will be bearable.