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Being an orphan, I often wonder;
"Where did these hands come from?"
"Who's face do I have?"
"What have these hands done in the past?"
Thougth I do not know, I still have the atributes.
Things I like, things I don't like.
I am the latest model.
My father got his hands from his father and so on...
Though they maybe dead; I still live, and them in me.
And I in my children.
The newest model, new and improved with more even more diverse attributes.
The Apex of generations of "trial and error" and just basic survival.
Yes, even able to become God-Like.
Geneticlly Modifying Species -ON PURPOSE-
Creating new Frankenstien Corn Plants,
that spread their 'deranged' genetic code down and out by the vanishing bee.
Clay can be misused or even discarted,
and if the craftmen is a Madman,
The Vessel could come out looking like a Z-Bong.
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"No contaban con mi astucia!"
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