Date unknown

The monitors beep
The respirator breathes a soft sigh
The smell of antiseptic fills the air
In the middle of it all
Wrapped in an artificial womb
Lies the baby, scarcely hours old
Born too early, he is kept alive
only through the grace of the god Technology
He will never see the world as it is
Never know the cold cruelty of life
Nestled in the bosom of a mechanical mother
Innocence is his only possession
The gift of an untainted soul
The air is still, not disturbed by sound
No one dares to speak
Not wanting to destroy the sanctity of the moment