A friend of mind has been recently joking (I hope) about how
she going to just have enough sex with me to have my kids, then let me do as I
please. And she’s cool with that because if I leave her she just going to take
all my money in child support and alimony. I told her that wasn’t going to
happen. She said good, cause if I let it happen I’d be a loser anyway. I agreed
and concluded that I had nothing to worry about.
I was watching an interesting episode of Law and Order: SVU
where this lady was drugging men, using an electric probe to force
ejectculation, and steal the sperm. These men were world class athletes,
musicians, doctors, etc. Basically they were the “cream of the crop” in all
areas of life. She took the sperm and gave it to the sperm back she worked at.
Women were buying it at 200, 000 a hit.
This got me thinking. When I look at women I think about
whether I think they going to be fat, how attractive they are, their athletic
build, intelligence, etc. I always look at these things in respect to my
personal tastes, never with respect to offspring. Maybe I should start thinking
about my future looking for my mate on the basis of her genes. So we can create
some super genius athletes. Back in HS my friends used to joke about how me and
a few of the female track girls should reproduce so we can have some instant
Olympic hopefuls.
I think I got pretty good genes (not worth 200, 000….. maybe
just half that). I am one of 5 kids. We are all intelligent, in good health,
and artistic. And we all have dominating personalities and are destined for
great things.
The show also hit on the fact the science is getting to the
point where people can have children “made to order,” specifying everything
from sex, hair color, eye color, height, etc. What if that can to pass?
Wouldn’t that create an even larger riff between the haves and have-nots?
Between the enhanced and the normal people? If you knew that there were people
literally breed to be smarter, faster, and just better than you wouldn’t that be
a little bit discouraging?
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