Oh, children of the womb
Created in their image
Born helpless, learning
Can not escape,
Fate of determinism
The bright side,
There are other dimensions
Waiting in the wings,
Alas, limited by
Contaminination of Before
Addendum
With mass production,
Plastic organs will become
Cheaper than physical cloning.
Stem cells aside
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