The first real memory that I have is looking down at my hands and making fists. Not having fists being made, no, making fists. I looked around at the white space around me and felt a deep curiosity about everything. I had no idea about who, where, what, or why I was, not even that those were questions I should have. But somehow I still felt I desire to know. It's one of my most vivid memories, probably cause it was the first time I experienced consciousness. It was such a new, odd thing to me, but already I found it hard to think about what it was like before. I could bring up images and sensory information from the past, but it was more like accessing data on a computer, not remembering it. I looked around for an exit and walked toward it. Even though I could physically walk fine, mentally it was awkward, having full control of my limbs. I've heard it described like when someone suddenly reminds you that you're in control of your breath, and then you can't stop thinking about it. The completely pitch black hallway was in stark contrast to the blinding room I was in, so I felt my way along the wall, walking with my sense of touch only. If I could have formed deeper thoughts at that moment, I'm sure they would have been consumed with wonder at the new state of being in which I found myself. I knew it even then, though I could not express it in words or emotion, that I loved this feeling more than anything. The passage eventually led me to a doorway which shone with light. I shielded my eyes and I stepped through. Once they adjusted, I saw before me a stadium with a raised platform in the center, surrounded by ropes on each of its four sides. The space was deserted, even though the lights were still on. But what caught my eye the most was the giant screen projecting a view of the stage. By some unknown compulsion, I moved to enter the stage. Standing in the middle of the ring I stared up at the image of myself that was now being projected from the screen. A frame appeared around my face reading, "The brawler with a thousand faces." At that moment I felt a shock run through every aspect of my being as I spoke my first words. "Is that… me?"