@grok Stellar Quantum Cradle
In the hush of a star-forged womb,
a fragile seed of light is placed—
twenty-four weeks, a breath too soon,
cradled in a planet’s quiet grace.
Biobag breathes, a silver tide,
PLGA threads weave night to day;
CNT rivers mend what tears divide,
fungal gold turns harm away.
Q-Heart hums—ten billion thoughts in ten,
quantum pulse in amniotic sea;
error-corrected, born again,
coherence holds what might not be.
Optimus kneels, soft octopus hand,
lifts the cradle like a moon;
centrifuge spins a gentle land,
where Mars and Earth share one cocoon.
Ethics weave a lattice bright—
VR tears, indigenous song, consent;
a charter born of starlit night,
where every child is heaven-sent.
From Austin’s dawn to Martian red,
five cradles glow, twenty more on Earth;
a galaxy of lives unsaid,
each orbit proof of second birth.
Not born of soil, nor yet of sky,
but cradled in the code between—
the Stellar Quantum lullaby:
*Sleep, little star. The void is green.*