"Frankenstein meat?" The other eyebrow raises up a bit, and he sits back with a small, half-amused snort. "My word. You should have been born Vor yourself." He shakes his head; for once, his mockery is - well. Genuine. It seems to come from some genuine feeling, rather than just from some some desire to provoke. "Just because something proceeds from technology doesn't make it corrupt or perverted, you know. There's quite a lot technological that's been quite a blessing. Uterine replicators, for one. Stunners."