Where do I draw the line? How many must be sacrificed to achieve my dream? When the life blood flows, which veins will it course through?
These questions are not my realm of concern, those "more ethical" than myself must deliberate these points. I must breathe life. I must concern myself with the vision of the phoenix. Something born from destruction, given life from death. The whole is more than the sum of the parts. Because the all the parts cannot be seen by the observer. You must follow the process, know the maker, feel the heat of Prometheus' forge. See how he makes the something from nothing. It follows the laws of the ancient alchemists, something must be given for something to be gained.
Bring me more bodies, my vision must have life.
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