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Cyberpunk pt11: GATTACA

Thursday, February 18th, 2010

No, I’m not talking about the amazingly good movie, even if Jude Law was extremely sexy stuck in a wheelchair.

Jude Law and his impossibly sexily superior DNA

Jude Law and his impossibly sexily superior DNA

Nor the first 7 chemical elements that certainly define us as actual human beings either.

Today’s post is about the society presented by the film The terrible terrible society (with impeccably good taste in reviving art-deco styles) portrayed in the film is on the cusp of becoming a reality.

A quick synopsis for those of you out there that are such philistines (or if you’re Jewish, filasteins): in a very near future, society has become obsessed with whether or not you are genetically valid thanks to a very liberal program of eugenics. It all starts with insurance companies getting people to take genetic tests and then basically not insuring for certain things, or entirely, because it was an unacceptable financial risk for them (basically the ultimate in insurance companies being able to fuck over their customers… We can’t cover you for this medical condition because you’re likely to have it). In the storyline of the film, since this discrimination set a precedent, it opened up into other walks of life. Schools no longer had to take students because they didn’t have the genetic aptitude to excel (although we can already determine that with league tables, IQ tests and NAPLAN!). Employers could now refuse to employ people on the grounds that they were genetically predisposed to anti-social behaviours, or not excelling in their fields. Dating basically becomes obsolete because you just need to spit in someone’s general direction and they can find out if your suitable for what they want out of a child, with minimal genetic tampering required… and allthose that don’t fit these wonderful biological stereotypes, regardless of what they actually manage to achieve are called “invalids”.

It’s kind of a more up to date, smarter version of Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World, where the best people were actually just average, and everyone else was made inferior by pouring booze into their gestation tanks.

You want some of that hot DNA for your child. In your child. Jude Law just totally in your child...

You want some of that hot DNA for your child. In your child. Jude Law just totally in your child...

And right now it is starting with insurance companies that want to screen people so they don’t have to insure them! From there, it’s a slippery slope not to let it go further. And in some parts of the world, such as the United States, it already has. Many high tier firms are requesting genetic samples from their employees, often under the guise (and here’s the sick part) of screening them for what the company’s insurance is actually going to cover.

The idea of breeding out unwanted traits, and then actively working in a way that enriches society seems good, especially if you are like myself, genetically superior to a large proportion of the population. Intellect, decent health, not predisposed to anything major… Why wouldn’t I want to discriminate against those that are not amazingly great, or better?

Yes, there it is. His genetic material delivery device... and soup drinker... Mmmm, Jude Law DNA....

Yes, there it is. His genetic material delivery device... and soup drinker... Mmmm, Jude Law DNA....

The truth is, I don’t, and a lot of people are probably right now thinking I’m some kind of Nazi loving monster. Yes, thank you Nazis, you’ve ruined yet another area of research for everyone.

I actually do believe in liberal eugenics like this, but the operative word here is “like”. Let’s face it, as much as we all would love to believe the pap that everyone is born equal, there are those that are simply more equal than others andsomehow manage to get a few extra digits tucked in on the right hand side of their equation. I don’t think people should be negatively discriminated against because of random acts of how they were born. It’s my belief that a society like this can only be fair and functional if everyone, not just the rich, has access to technology allowing them to tamper with their potential children’s make up, adding some non-present genetic code to improve them, and removing code that is faulty. To that end, we can use genetic manipulation technology for a very positive form of eugenics.

And this is what you get if you drink from the soup of Jude Law

And this is what you get if you drink from the soup of Jude Law

After two or three of generations of succesful breeding in such a manner, it would then be possible to institute discrimination like this without it being inherently unfair. Admittedly you will get morons who insist on not improving their genetic stock, or think it’s all some gub’mint program to plant tracking devices in their genes so the aliens can monitor them because the president’s really a lizard from Neptune … however, they’re likely to not only pass on inferior genetic material to their progeny, but also a lack of education which they fully make up for with various prejudices. And societies as a whole are generally better off without those sorts of people.

Oh shit yeah, we were talking about DNA and bioethics... Ummm, here's a picture of a helix!

Oh shit yeah, we were talking about DNA and bioethics... Ummm, here's a picture of a helix!

Of course, the flip side of all this is what I like to call the Mike Judge theory of current human evolution, but everyone else calles Idiocracy. The sad fact of the matter is that certain people are breeding a hell of a lot faster, and these are usually people that are in the lower echelons of the social heirarchy. And let’s call a spade a spade here, it’s often due to some genetic inferiority *coughinbreedingcoughlikeinSouthAustraliacoughagainwiththeGermanscough* So is it really so terrible if we decide that it’s time to start handing out the good stuff to everyone? It would certainly be a more cost effective and substantially less traumatic way of improving the human species compared with other options, such as cybernetic adaption. As much as I techno-fetishize, I’d actually much rather have been born a hell of a lot better than I currently am, rather than have to have my eyes replaced to deal with my myopia, and better muscle tone instead of stealing some poor monkey’s 3rd arm.

So this brings us back to the old time of me posting these rants where I’d actually ask some rhetorical questions for you to ponder over for the week:

  • We’re already tampering with animals and foodstuffs to ensure superior product, and not just for food. Is it really so different to tamper with people if they’re not actually people yet?
  • If you had to submit to a genetic test in order to get insurance, would you actually go out and buy someone else’s genetic material to do it, like someone that buys urine to pass a drug test?
    • Would you be desperate enough to close your eyes and suck it through a “hose” if it was the only way to get quality black market material?
  • Assuming you could tamper with phenotypes and appearances of your children, would you give them that Eurasian look and a fine arse, knowing that those are things in life that would actually get them further with minimal real effort?
  • As genetic defects due to inbreeding are now gone, what happens to the whole incest taboo?
    • Was it ever really a taboo with identical twins? Cause, really, let’s be honest, that shit is kinda hot… Not so much a question, just something I had to get out there.
  • Would such a society simply become more an more pretentious about the “quality” of someone’s genes, like in the anime series Geneshaft?

Hey, you look a little pale

Saturday, April 11th, 2009

Generally, when you hear that at a club, it means you’ve done your makeup really well.

I don’t wear make up…

I was at Gulag last night. I like the joint, but rarely manage to get there, as it’s generally on when I’ve got other things. So it was with joy and inner fulfillment that I finally managed to go, because it’s one of those clubs that actually looks just like a goth club from movies! It’s got a (fake) bone-pit in a fireplace, walls that look like they’re going to crumble, shattered mirrors all over the place. Très fancy… Except that I’ve been rather sick with gastro lately, and could not enjoy it as much as I’d hoped.

So sick in fact that I didn’t even remember to take anything other than a bunch of charcoal tablets. No camera, no fancy doodads. Just activated charcoal and me.

One of the wonders of activated charcoal is that it basically makes everything in your gut a bit more cohesive. And black. Very black. Those goths that are so goth that they shit black, yeah, they’re taking activated charcoal. It has other fantastic properties, like insanely large and absorbent surface areas that basically soak toxins and excess acids up inside your stomach. Drink like a fish and still be under .05 BAC. Fantastic way to cheat at drinking competitions with a little forethought. Back to the story.

Due to being sick all week, I forced myself to go out, as I was beginning to go stir crazy. This proved to be a bad idea. I couldn’t shift my legs or posture without acute discomfort. And this was all happening during a friends birthday party.

Now, as I’ve mentioned in previous posts, we all know and love the general promiscuity that happens to be shoved in (on) our faces in the scene. Hooray! Tonight was no exception to this rule. But instead of rising to the challenge, I was attempting not to explode excreta all over the wall behind me in a display that would have made Jabba the Hutt proud of the indulgent excesses. It makes me think of that Men Without Hats song. The one that goes “You can dance! You Dance! You’re going to shit all over your pants.”

Although, there were fewer midgets with wind instruments.

Eventually, I stepped outside for air. It was at this point, a wonderful and concerned security guard asked if I was ok, and said to me “You’re looking a little pale”.

We’re at a goth club. I don’t wear make up. I’m looking a little pale.

Ladies and gentlemen, that’s a quantitative “If symptoms persist, consult your mortician” moment.

Self Medication

Thursday, March 5th, 2009

One of the things about the goth scene is that everyone is medicated in one form or another. From the people comparing how many miligrams of dothiapan hydrochloride they’re prescribed, to the people just getting drunk and into orgies, to the people are using what we all like to refer to as “drugs”… Hey, Marilyn Manson told me that they like me.

Fukitol: Try some today

Fukitol: Try some today

So why do we do it?

I think it’s because, contrary to popular 90s media opinion on goths being morbid spooky satan worshipping suicidal nutjobs, we just want to be happy… although now the media is looking at the emos. Fucking posers! (hahaha, irony!)

We just want to be  lime green, lime green and tangerine, and as happy as Robert Smith, who’s music was actually pretty upbeat (well, until Bloodflowers) regardless of how he looked.

The problem lies in the way we’re all going about it. Everyone thinks that the cure is something that can be directly put into your body. Pill junkies, both presribed and street-freaked, booze-hounds, snorters. Whatever, take a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers… Also, a quart of tequila. And still, you’re not going to be happy.

Happiness is this Hollywood dream we’ve been sold, and it’s foisted on us on all sides. Smiling models in the magazines, hallmark cards on the holidays, and inane music. But worst of all, if you’re still not happy, here, take a pill, get some brain candy into you, and live your happiest memories:

 

Take a chill pill man… or just say Fukitol