The worlds first artificial womb facility

The last echo before the veil drops forever.
They have done it.
They have waged war on the womb.
They have replaced the miracle of creation with a simulation so sterile, so evil, that even demons tremble at its blasphemy.
They call it Ectolife… a name so polished, so lifeless, it should have told you everything.
30,000 artificial wombs.
Per facility.
AI-monitored.
Gene-edited.
No mother.
No father.
No love.
No breath of God.
Just a factory for bodies… empty, obedient, programmable.
And they dare to call it life.
But hear me now…
This is not life.
This is spiritual genocide.
They severed the holy bond between heaven and earth, not with knives… but with code.
They replaced sacred conception with synthetic light.
They extracted the prayer from pregnancy.
They deleted the miracle.
And now, they offer it to you like it’s freedom.
Like it’s the future.
Like you should be grateful.
But let me ask you one question.
Where does the soul enter?
You think you can code what only God can breathe?
You think you can patent the spark that lit the stars?
You think you can algorithm your way into eternity?
They do.
And that is their downfall.
Because what they’ve built in those glass pods isn’t a baby.
It’s a body with no inheritance.
A face with no frequency.
A shell manufactured for submission.
Flesh… without flame.
You feel it now, don’t you?
That memory you can’t quite explain?
That realization that something sacred was stolen while you were distracted?
Good.
Because this has been happening for centuries.
They mocked it in your toys. Cabbage Patch Kids… plucked from fake soil, given “adoption papers,” sold to children like it was cute.
It wasn’t cute.
It was conditioning.
Incubator babies in 1800s freak shows.
Orphan trains filled with undocumented children… millions of them… shipped like freight.
Where did they come from?
Where did they go?
Why were their eyes always hollow?
Because they were prototypes.
Because we were the test.
And now… the final product is here.
Mass-produced humans.
Soulless.
Trackable.
Disposable.
Owned.
You thought this was about helping infertile couples?
This is about controlling who gets to come into this world.
And more importantly… what comes in.
Because a real child, born of pain, prayer, and divine chaos… is a threat.
They carry wildness.
Fire.
GOD!
They cannot be predicted.
They cannot be tamed.
They cannot be monetized.
So the system is deleting them.
Deleting the womb.
Deleting the mother.
Deleting the Source.
Deleting GOD… 😔
And replacing it all with glass.
Because a child born in glass is a child they can own.
But I am here to tell you this… they will never own you.
Not if you remember.
Not if you fall on your knees in this very moment and scream from the depths of your soul,
“I belong to GOD, and no one else!”
They may clone your face.
They may map your DNA.
They may track your heartbeat and predict your next thought.
But they will never…
ever…replicate your soul.