In front of you is a red orb with a growing baby inside. You know what this is because you've been inside of one before. This was how your mother made you. And, here she is, with her hand lovingly pressed against the glass as you stand behind her wearing red, green and yellow. A small part of you tells you to destroy it, but you know better. You know she'll keep growing tiny perfections until they happily accept the world on a birthday cake.
She turns to you. Frighteningly beautiful, crazy and loving in that far off way that no ten year old should have to know. You've been broken before, but now it empties out your chest and makes the cape on your back feel heavy. "What more can I do than to offer you one more chance to accept your destiny, darling?" She asks charitably.
You don't move. Small, tiny, but so much more than she could ever be. "Can't you just love me for who I am? Not who you want me to be?" A question you already know the answer to. Your eyes cast down to the cold laboratory floor.