Cloning. Genetic alteration. Cybernetic modification. Extreme life extension. Posthumanism. Some folks find these things mildly off-putting. Others find them deeply disturbing. And then there are those who find them morally offensive and want to make them illegal.
I’m not one of them. Install a cell phone in my brain? Sure. Give my kids the power of photosynthesis? Sign me up. Ream out my arteries with nanobots? Gimme that phial, I’ll drink to that!
Clone me, baby, clone me. Me and my clones have work to do.
Why don’t these things give me the willies? Why don’t I perceive them as having a certain “ick” factor? I chalk it up to a combination of things.
A deeply held belief that my body is my own, my genome is my own, to do with what I will. Another deeply held belief that in order for Humans to expand beyond Earth, we’ll have to adapt, to deep space, and we won’t have 10,000 years to do it. Another deeply held belief is in the improvability of everything. Nothing is perfect. Call it hubris if you will (and you will). Throw in couple of big dollops of progressive libertarianism and bio-techno-fetishism(whatever the hell that means) and you end up with someone who want’s to be one of the X-Men. I listen to folks like Dr. James Hughes and he just makes sense, to me at least.
I’d say that, to me at least, homo sapiens has had a couple of millions years of adolescence. Now that many of us are chomping at the bit to leave home, it is high time for metamorphosis. Auto-metamorphosis.