Hank Greely, the director of Stanford University Law School’s Center for Law and the Bio-sciences, believes that- within three decades- people will no longer be having sex to procreate. Instead, Professor Greely thinks that parents will simply choose from a range of embryos created in a lab from their DNA.
This is already feasible, and Mr. Greely believes it will become dramatically cheaper in the near future. This option would give the parents more control of their potential offspring as well as allowing them to prevent diseases. The process currently involves taking a skin sample from the female to create stem cells, which are then used in the creation of eggs. The eggs are then fertilized with the male’s sperm cells, resulting in an array of embryos from which to select.
The embryos would be screened to identify any potential diseases, and professor Greely believes the process will soon get to a point where parents will have the ability to select their child’s hair and eye color. Britain’s Telegraph reported that the Stanford professor, speaking at the Aspen Ideas Festival, opined: “I think one of the hardest things about this will be all the divorces that come about when she wants embryo number 15 and he wants embryo number 64.” He added: “I think the decision making will be a real challenge for people. How do you weigh a slightly higher chance of diabetes with slightly lower risk of schizophrenia against better musical ability and a much lower risk of colon cancer? Good luck.”
Looking to the future no longer holds the allure that it once did for me. Robots taking our jobs. Artificial intelligence aiding Big Government and Big Tech in knowing our every thought and action- and telling us what beliefs are acceptable and which ones aren’t. Sexbots. Designer babies. A remake of Roseanne.
Furthermore, experts are telling us that people won’t own their own vehicles anymore, that we’ll all just send for a ride as needed. Where is the romance in any of this? Where is the adventure. Where is the humanity?
We won’t be “parking” with our sweeties anymore, a practice that all but defined a good chunk of the latter 20th century in America. We won’t “have to” drive to a nice resort, either, for a romantic tryst.
“Honey, whaddya say you and I…you know (winks).”
“You mean (bats her eyes)?!”
“You know I do (in a low voice). Let’s call for a car and have it take us to the lab to pick out an embryo!”
“Oh, Henry, can we?!”
“Hell, yeah! That’s what I’m I’m talkin’ 'bout!”
Paging Aldous Huxley. Your Brave New World is here.
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