Originally Posted by ProfessorMurder

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.