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Edited on Sat Nov-15-03 12:45 PM by hatrack
Who would be the first to take advantage of genetically converting kids into godlike, 1:50 marathon-running, perfect SAT-scoring violin prodigies? The very rich, of course.
Assuming such modifications were transmissible to the next generations, a few decades would be enough to produce a wealthy genetic elite who would likely, by dint of their (artificially induced) intelligence, prodigous skills, athletic or mathematical or artistic abilities, rise to the top of the fields for which they'd been engineered.
And what of you, John and Jane Doe? You may not be wealthy with a capital W, you may be merely lower upper-middle class, but what will you do? Are you going to NOT engineer the son or daughter you're making plans for? Are you going to condemn him to a "bright-normal" or "normal" life? Are you going to, by sheer Luddite recalcitrance, eliminate any chance of his getting into the right elementary school, the best high school, the most desirable prep school, or the truly prestigous university? Are you? After all, John, there's still a chance you'll make partner in your firm, and almost every married partner of childbearing age is already huddling with the geneticists. If you don't engineer your children, what will it do to your career? More fundamentally, what will it do to your childrens' careers? Are you happy to settle for middle-management on their behalf? Or do you try and keep on keeping up with the Joneses and all of their descendants?
And let's say you don't want to engineer your kids, but your family has a history of heart disease or cancer, or osteoporosis, or maybe slight obesity. "Sorry,' says the insurance company, 'if you want health coverage, you're going to have to get things Taken Care Of. After all, why should we tolerate the risks of such problems with you and your genetic heritage when such problems are voluntarily avoidable?"
And let's say the engineering is all that you could have dreamed of. Your son Josh looks like a melding of you and a young Tom Cruise, broke the State Track Meet* (engineered) record for the discus his sophmore year and loves computer programming. Your daughter Valerie is a stunning, athletic valkyrie who runs marathons in 2:10, eats differential equations for breakfast and plays one mean cello. Here's the question - are these accomplishments theirs? Or are these accomplishments the results of laboratory manipulations probably performed by a computer-driven gene sorter? Are they doing these remarkable things, or is something artificially hard-wired into their DNA responsible. More fundamentally, are they themselves? And what happens when they start to wonder about their talents and interests? What happens if they ask the same questions about themselves? If all you can do and learn and be and accomplish is no more than a Chinese menu of options your parents picked at the clinic, it doesn't leave much room for meaning in individual achievement. It doesn't leave much room for the concept of "individual".
So, by all means, engineer away. If you want a world permanently, irrevocably shattered into genetic haves and genetic have-nots, if you want the constant grinding struggle between the North and the South set in stone, have at it. If you want to institute the most corrosive rat race ever imagined, go to it. Oh, and by the way, if you've been engineered (through no choice of your own) to be superhuman, how hard would it be to view those not so modified as less than human? After all, in every quantifiable measure, they're already lesser beings. From there, it's a short step to contempt, indifference and dehumanization. And that, in particular, is a road we don't want to go down. Edited: spelling
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