I used to have angst, paranoia—
And bitterness, jealousy, anger.
I'd always make contact with vision;
But gazing in eyes, I saw marbles
Connected by cables to speakers,
To vocal indexes. I scattered
My soul, but they gathered my pieces,
Made profit and added me into
A lichen of babble. I drifted.
I added my sight to containers
Of union and lost what remainder
I'd kept, though I never observed it
Directly, nor used it when needed.
There's time to obscure what's still lucid;
There's time to forget and together
We'll look with our sensors at marbles
Of blue and see angst, paranoia,
Bitterness, jealousy, anger
And smile as we emulate Shiva
Conquering nothing with nothing.
"In a report being issued Thursday, the Presidential Commission for the Study of Bioethical Issues says that at present the technology — which involves creating novel organisms through the synthesis and manipulation of DNA — poses few risks because it is still in its infancy. Instead, the report recommends self-regulation by synthetic biologists."
—ANDREW POLLACK, The New York Times, Published: December 16, 2010
Editorial: What a bunch of fucking idiots. In short: "Do what you feel like doing. We lack the imagination to assess the risks. This does not in any way undermine our credentials."
The official list of morons can be found here: http://www.bioethics.gov
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