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To Planet Obsxion.

Well Ma, I sure took your loving advice,        
and got me a berth on our new star ship,        
I signed on as colonist, the cheapest price,        
that's work, eh? Like you said..? Not just a trip?        
         
We're blasting off to Obsxion.    
the engineers an' us conned colonists,        
in just a click we will be long, long, gone        
in our super-duper f.t.l, space ship.        
         
It takes quite a while to reach the speed o' light        
but engineers say, we've got all we need,        
" our 3d printers will make your food, right,        
and we don't take much blood from folk we bleed..."        
         
The Captain sez, the solar sails are out        
and we pick up the sun's wind on the port side,        
the engineers made some eggs and there's no doubt        
they made 'em from blood of folk who've just died.        
         
I'll close now Ma, we're off for the big sleep,        
when I wake you'll be dead ten thousand years,        
but in the fridge there's a cheese you should keep        
and sniff, cos that pong will bring you right here!      
         
 
Author's Note
For Robert's competition. Planet Obsxion

Animal muscle & fat can be grown in the lab from stem cells and then printed out as mince or steak. Israel has printed a three and half ounce steak. The largest so far.
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