Voice 1: The atoms of the player were scattered in the grass, in the rivers, in the air, in the ground. A woman gathered the atoms; she drank and ate and inhaled; and the woman assembled the player, in her body.
Voice 1: And the player awoke, from the warm, dark world of its mother's body, into the long dream.
Voice 1: And the player was a new story, never told before, written in letters of DNA. And the player was a new program, never run before, generated by a sourcecode a billion years old. And the player was a new human, never alive before, made from nothing but milk and love.
Voice 2: You are the player. The story. The program. The human. Made from nothing but milk and love.