HomunculiIt had taken Adam a while to realise that he didn't necessarily have to give them eyes. He could make them blind, deaf, crippled, perhaps incapable of anything at all, merely a consciousness within a blob of a body, sitting on his desk, with no access to an awareness of a world outside of itself. The shelves were filled with jars filled with them, in nutritional fluids of different compositions and rations. Their own glass wombs. His mother had been disappointed that he never married. After she had gone blind, she had reluctantly accepted him to stay caring for her. She had been disappointed that she never had grandchildren, though little did she know that the floors were crawling with his children.