It is hard to hold out much hope for the generously named species of so-called homo-"sapiens." The moment our squidgy ancestors crawled out the sea they slipped on the banana peel of evolution.
Then the first caveman realized his hunting tools could also be employed to kill his fellow and the rot truly began. We were already pretty much post-human pre-Ice Age, if you ask me.
But now come tidings of genetically-modified "designer" babies: the embryo as rich person's plaything. We will truly become a society of sculpted Eloi and a hodge podge of Morlocks.
Of course, some irresponsible, self-aggrandizing pop music superstar will take it all too far. A glittery blue-skinned baby with purple eyes and emerald hair, like an expensive Hermes handbag that can puke and scream.
One can only imagine the hospital sample sales: "Slightly Imperfect Children. Shop Now. Everything Must Go."
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