“We found life on another planet, finally!”
“You found what?”
“Life!”
“A collection of cells is not life, dispose of it”
One of the upsides to a zygote/fetus/embryo/whatever is the still semi-unlimited potential. Hasn’t had any possible permanent damage done by its own stupid choices, or it’s parents, or the environments. Hadn’t had it’s little mind messed with and programmed yet like a kid. Pure unspoiled potential
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