Free write one

He stands a stone statue, a tribute to what we have accomplished. the perfect specimen of the infusion of science and carefully thought out genetics. every advantage of being a human with few drawbacks, but he was not his own as it were. the problem with people meddling in a person is they can control everything to an absolute. they can essentially create living property by the refined laws that govern what it is to be human.  the clear cut lines that once were are now muddled in with the bleeding ink of political garbage. they make their money by selling themselves like common whores. perhaps it was the inevitable way of things, politicians have been corrupt since the earliest days of government and today it stands to be as true as ever. It really wasn't my business  I suppose as I am but a lowly clerk who issues out the supplies to create these works of genetic perfection. some days it doesn't bother me but  today was a news broadcast over the company intranet about the great work we were doing in the field of growing human tissues and how our research was saving countless lives across the world. this played on my moral compass, we made life to destroy life to save more lives, there were so many shades of grey in this business. I hated this place but I loved it too, the things other people were doing for a fair wage was yet another terrible reality the we all faced.  the people were layered in the sins of the old world scriptures, It bled from their very pores and seemed to linger in the air around them.  I was not a saint by any means but there were people in this world who if given a chance would consume it. But this was the reality we lived with and without a great change in things it would be the way of things forever