"More than 100 years ago, our ancestors were born in the laboratory..."
"Where is the laboratory? Why isn't it in the hospital?" The old woman's narration was interrupted by a child's voice.
The old woman's smile was a little bitter: "The birth of our ancestors is unacceptable to the world. It is the product of scientific immorality..."
"Then we will also be hated by everyone?" The memory was cut off by another question, this time the question was from a girl of thirteen or fourteen years old.
The old woman looked at the two girls sitting on her left and right, touched their heads lovingly, and said, "No, as long as we control our abilities, we are no different from ordinary people. No one will notice your abnormalities, and you will not be disliked."