The weapon that would decide the course of the battle was the subtle knife. A knife so sharp that one side could cut anything and the other side could cut the fabric of space separating parallel universes. After the victory of the blade it had to be destroyed, not only did it grant the wielder's wishes, but it scoured the earth of all maintenance of good and truth. That which grants greatness can take away greater. The knife is just as sharp as the blade of cloning.
Cloning holds immense good and immense horrors.
An end to organ degradation, spinal cord injuries, aids, cancer, infertility, etc., is within a stone's throw. But, in this treasure chest of wonders lies accursed fear, emanating from that which we don't understand, over zealous religious cults that work for the wrong reason both in supporting, or condemning this wonder of nature. We have the key to Pandora's box.