Among the rolled up plans,
the coffee mugs,
the beakers,
there was one thing which was not like the others
because
it was alive.
At first, the thing that had been created was the object
of much lively discussion,
amusement and
conjecture
until it demonstrated that it was dangerous.
Then they
wanted to kill it, but it
wanted its life as much as they wanted theirs,
as much as I want mine
and you want yours.
It fought
and was denounced;
it killed
and was set upon by its very creators.
Among the observers, both lay and professional,
the officers of the court
and those accusing and accused, judging and judged,
there was one which was not like the others
because
the bloody thing,
howling and unhuman,
alone among them all,
was innocent.
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