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Brave New World Contest

Welcome! Please come in Take a seat and let the fun begin. We make them in any shape, color and size Please, come this way for the grand surprise. In these chambers we produce the best in the land We have supersized muscles for their arms and hands The absolute power person is born in this place We have taken the old and simply erased. With modern science we can do just about anything We produce babies who sing and even flying ones with wings Just supply us with some DNA to make your purchase your own We even match up your biological skin tone. Your child will be complete in a week or two It depends on what else you want us to do. Some people want the specialties… enlisted for the best Some want to keep it simple, just like the rest But I am currently working on the fiercest baby of all He won’t cry, wine or fret he will skip the stage of crawl A child with no emotions trained for war It’s an experiment if you will But then again aren’t they all? This child will be brewed for combat, one of our finest machines If he gets shot… he won’t even scream He will go in to battle fearless and legit He won’t feel if he is cut, broken or hit He will keep on fighting until the very death He will be the last man standing when there is no one else left As time goes on he will be able to delete memory So nothing in battle will keep him in captivity His upper thighs will have a switch That turns on his camera eyes This will be used to capture the spies And his bones will be stronger then steal If his skin gets punctured it will automatically heal No need for a Dr. Nurse or homecare The best part is he will be transported to here and there Where ever he is needed at the moment in war time He will be teleported to especially to escape a crime Think of the wonders that this man will be able to do This will be every general dream come true. But it is crucial that we monitor the first of his breed After all this is science and at times it can mislead. I will adopt him first and see how it goes I will train him from birth until he grows And maybe in 20 years from now you will want a child like him The critics will go crazy calling him a sin Ahhhh, but all is fair in love and war And this my friends is what my child will be made for. By: sabina

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Date: 4/9/2017 6:04:00 AM
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