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Chimera

With three arms and three legs, a face that's disfigured and small, he crouches compliant and strokes the 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?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 3/26/2009 9:27:00 AM
Chilling, and absolutely incredible, Keith!
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Date: 3/26/2009 7:45:00 AM
Rarely doe we get things to appreciate that make us think at the same time. This is a beautiful write, it makes me think. God bless you
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