Abney Park - The Clone Factories

I’m alive. And I’m kicking, and I’m screaming and I breathe for the first time. And I think, my first real thoughts. they are unique to the world. next comes the praise, the admiration of all, and all the world, sing my praises. Then the clone, factories engage gears conveyors roll, and here we go. Well they’ll find it, clone it, copy it, fake it, even if the clone is a lie. Now I’m lost, in a sea of