Sometimes, if she thinks back far enough, she can clearly remember the day she was born.

It was very bright, and very cold, and her limbs were heavy. She was naked, but she did not feel exposed. She did not know anything, to know that nakedness was weakness, was embarrassing.

Sometimes, if she thinks harder still, she can remember seeing her father for the first time. His face was the color of flesh, but his eyes were still that chemical yellow, that always yellow.
His smile was wide, was wild with success.

Nemu did not have many memories to visit.