The new terraforming project was going splendidly, thanks to a combination of ancient DNA and cloning technology. I stood looking down at what was technically empty space, but by complicated calculations based on the nearness of the sun was that beautiful, magic, invisible ring of habitable zone that our species could thrive in.
"Cloning vat's done, sir." I was told by an orderly. I looked back at the vast tank with the impossibly large figure in it. I nodded at them to begin.
We found the DNA in the Scandinavian region, of course. I forget if it was Norway or maybe Finland. The latest clone was deemed viable, and the surgical tools moved in to begin.
From the body, first we created the earth of the new planet, flesh into rock, bones into hills, hair into plant life, and then atmosphere from the brains and skull . The blood we spilled to create the oceans. Everything fell into place and expanded to our exact needs, all according to the calculations of the flesh-to-firmament formula.
A few last touches to the continental shapes here and there from whatever organs and gristle we had left, and voila. A new planet, ripe for colonization.
"Start up another Frost Giant." I said. "We've got two more star systems to go this quarter."