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Warmth, darkness, liquid swirling, swirling endlessly creating the ultimate lullaby. For nine months he has lived in this wonderful, warm, simple world; wanting and needing nothing more than the nutrients supplied him by the cord piercing his belly. This is all he's known. A couple months ago, his eyes opened and he has spent ever since examining the universe, examining himself.

Suddenly, for the first time in history, he moves. He feels the walls that enclose the universe contract and he flips over so that he is pointing the opposite way. What he sees there is a pucker in the wall. As he gazes, the pucker shivers, then becomes a small hole. He feels the wonderful warm liquid rush away, and for the first time in his short life, he is afraid. This rend in the universe widens, and he feels the walls undulating; pushing him toward this new terror. He begins struggling, attempting to avoid the gaping maw seeking to devour him, but he cannot. Inexorably, he is forced closer and closer, until finally, he is through. Now he is surrounded by a small tunnel made of the same stuff as the walls of his old universe. Ahead, he can see the end of the tunnel, and through it the brightest light ever. He closes his eyes against this horrible light, and is once again pushed forward into the unknown. An eternity passes before he reaches the end of the tunnel and his head intrudes upon the world at large for the first time. Cold! All he can feel is the terrible cold that this world envelopes him in. He desparately wants to go back, wants to feel the warmth, the liquid.

The first few years were the worst, But as time passed, he forgot all about the wonderful warm darkness that was his beginning in the rush to learn, explore and discover. A mere sixth months after his entry into the "real world," he moved from the hot, dusty town that was his birthplace, to a small valley hidden away in the Sierra Nevadas that he would come to know as his hometown. Here, his parents tutored him at home, teaching him (and later his brother and two sisters) all they felt was important for young children to know. Sometimes, this education was painful, but later in life he would realize that it was all worth it. By the time he would have been in fifth grade, he longed for what he thought was "the grass on the other side of the fence." He wanted to go to public school. Although his parents disagreed with his opinion (his father knew the truth, being a high school teacher), they agreed he could attend if he finished his math book by the end of the summer. The poor, disillusioned boy worked furiously, and by the time the summer was over, he had finished it and entered sixth grade. Although he excelled in all of his classes and liked communing with his new friends, he quickly found that public school was not the great thing he thought it was. However, through perseverance, he made it through high school, graduating first in a class of 156. Now, he's attending University of California in Irvine and working toward a major in Information and Computer Science. This enigmatic figure known as Pierre Grifoun loves reading science fiction books, sleeping, eating, writing (of course), and drawing.

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