‘Hey Ralph!’
‘What?’
‘Get in here. Our chick is going to hatch soon. You can hear him pecking away.’
‘Just a minute. There’s one last grub I’ve been scratching to get.’
‘Ralph, you get your fat drumsticks in here and witness this beautiful birth!’
‘All right all right, I’m coming.’
‘Oooh look! Here we are! Hello beautiful!’
‘Mama.’
‘Let’s look at you. And Ralph, he’s got your beak.’
‘Yeah, that he does. And look at those claws; just like his your’s, Mabel.’
‘Ralph, just look at him. Our beautiful baby boy.’
‘And plucky! He just bit my leg!’
‘He’s perfect!’
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Photo by Christina @ wocintechchat.com on Unsplash
The silence in the board room was deafening, painfully so. The board members looked at each other, wondering if the others had heard what they’d heard. The silence, looks, and shrugs were evidence they had.
The CEO looked confused. He’d presented what he’d been sure was a winner. He began to feel (a very rare thing in any event) uncertain.
The proposal was for a new product for women who couldn’t conceive. A device would be implanted inside the uterus that would simulate an embryo that a woman would “birth” called Baby Boy in the Oven.
Then came the outrage.
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