Anyone seeing a hint of classic literature here? A Mary Shelley callback, perhaps?

The motivations that spur humans to "create life" are innumerable. Some people have children so they can pass on their legacy. Others grow gardens so they can sustain themselves off the land. A tinkerer puts together battle robots to feel a sense of dominance and control over a world that affords little of either. A storyteller breaths tongue and bone and sense into inanimate words, like golem clay, because it's impossible not to.

All life begins from a seed - a kernel, a gamete, an idea. The action the creator takes is the difference between silence and song. If you ask me, that's pretty powerful.