I visited a science museum for children on the hill. The view of the cities and refineries at twilight was magnificent, all the lights twinkling through the ground mist. Inside were all of the usual exhibits, puzzles, light displays, tame interesting animals and birds, weird carnivorous plants, educational computer games, bubbles, sound displays, and a special new display to show children about cloning tissue samples. There was a great flat screen of smooth, perfect human skin being sustained by a circulation system of tubes and a technician who came by to spray it with a saline solution periodically. Though the skin was not attached to a brain, it reacted in it's simple way. The technician showed me how to make it, well, how to make it happy. When she stroked it gently, it quivered slightly and little goosebumps spread across it. I stood at the display for nearly an hour, stroking the smooth, warm skin, and giving it goosebumps.
Rana immers'd in roast flesh
