The small, fuzzy creature cooed affectionately and nuzzled at the transparent material separating them.
“Specimen 4J displays limited growth capacity and a lack of aggression. Just as with the others from batch 4. This is not promising. It is likely I will need to start again.”
It’s ignorance that fuels opposition to my perfection.
That is not to say I am not cruel or callous or — in more reductive terms — “evil.”
I am certainly those things, but are my works not noble? Are my pursuits not for the greatest good of all?
Progress demands sacrifice.