Chimera (Repost)

With three arms and three legs, a face that's disfigured and small, he crouches compliant and strokes his electrodes. The men in white lab coats are smiling. They treat him just like an amoeba, poking and prodding his body with needles and probes. A subject for scrutiny under a microscope, there's no humanity fueling his bones, he's bizarre. Bioethicists say: 'He's a man with a soul!' but what price a soul if you're born in a jar?