Nanowrimo Day 1: ~1000 words

"A chime sounds, chirping like a tiny, metallic bird, and the delivery chute opens up.  A baby wrapped in a sky-blue blanket spirals down the conveyor belt and into a padded tray near Benny's lap.  The baby appears to be very young, its eyes pinched shut, flabby baby-fat reaching out at all the corners of its face.  A thin tuft of black hair circles its crown.  It remains completely unmoving for a moment, probably dazed by the recent decent, and then the mouth opens up and the razor screams begin.  Chinese babies sound like American babies sound like Russian babies sound like Vietnamese babies.  At Baby Dump Depot, all the babies speak the same language."