You are on page 1of 1

The mother's womb spoke in electric whispers, metal whirring, and spinning mechanics.

Her hand, cold, metal,


soft, caring, mechanically guided, gently filled the tank with proteins and chemical fibers.  She sifted through the
cells, and felt her child growing at the correct temperature, as only The Mother could.
-----

The Mother saved the human race.

`````

It was a most holy of days, for the settlement. The farmers growing the

You might also like