". . . That's why we use prime-grade clones," explained Morton. "Expensive, but only they can provide the exacting similarity needed for the Parallel Organic Processors to work."
I was quite impressed with the machine: vast rows of pallid humans stretched into the distance, imprisoned within their interface units. This was the Governing Computer - responsible for ruling and directing the planet’s societies. Opposition to the breeding of its living components was largely non-existent by this point.
Morton frowned, and peered closely at one pod. The gauge labelled 'conscience' was flickering above zero.
“Can’t be having that,” he tutted. “Screw the whole bugger up."
