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Mother Dear...

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 Obsixion.      
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 food, just 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 long 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 us close, mother dear.      
          
 
Written by Rew
Published | Edited 10th Jul 2024
Author's Note
Animal muscle & fat can be grown in the lab
from stem cells and then 3D printed out as mince
or steak. Israel has printed a three and half
ounce steak. The largest so far.
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