NB: Its just straight from my head, no editing. If U see logical or grammatical pothole, just ignore it!


{My Birthday Reflection}

**My Life, My Friends & My Foes**

A GAME OF SNAKE AND LADDER.

Totally forgot its my birthday until these '...posted-on-your-timeline' notification started coming. I smiled and wondered 'see how far i have come here'.


With the first toss by Sampson and Felly, then started the game. Little Dimson was placed on the game board. When I started to know Dimson he was a very tiny, i mean thiny tiny short boy, he rarely talks. The Dimson I know now could easily be described as the Tall Talkative. Really? Ok ain't sure of the 'talkative' part. Between the Dimson i met and the Dimson i know there have been builders and makers (who got the new edition of Dimson done).




These builders and makers are friends and foes, snakes and ladders. If you smart enough you would say 'friends are ladders, foes are snakes' if you actually did that you are wrong, because its a dumb conclusion.


This was meant to be a short reflection, but am getting myself in a MAZE. Don't blame me joor! Am talking about LIFE and i cant think of any individual human activity that can last longer than life, even though life is short! So sadly short.




So damn short! Having just a hundred checker board and ramdon lying SNAKES and LADDERS, a dice and a player!


Am barely approaching the middle column of my third row in the ten rows board game! (yea yeah i know, i know, i sensed you want to argue that some people add extra rows, ok! thats rare right? Mhmmm, then lets stick to the usual). Safe to say am no were near the middle yet, not even completed a quarter... I still have time to toss my die this way and that!


I just heard myself say 'time'. Another thing bigger than 'life' is 'time'! Just like many games this Great 'Snake and Ladder' gameboard of life has its time keeper. Every 7th Day of May i am destined to move to a new box on the gameboard. So where does Snake and Ladder come in? This gets difficults. What do we do? Lets cheat, its a game! We will bring in a second board (the snakes and ladders cant fit into the first board because May 7 must come and i must move serially into the next box, no tossing of die required). Now our initial board be name the Age board, and our new board be labelled the Growth board. As it stands the growth board would require certain special qualities (more cheating going on). Growth is continous, as such its 'eternal'. This fact would be ruined by a lame 10X10 rows and columns! Our new table is limitless.




Let me hit the point real fast (in case anybody followed me down to this part of the reflection) so we dont get missing in the maze. In this growth board our success and failure (not dates) move us up or down the board. (this cheat worked ;-)) now our dear SNAKES AND LADDERS.


Since i have known me, i have found me with a lot of people (maybe a few thousands), and they have turned up to be either Snakes or/and ladders. (the 'and' in 'snakes or/and ladders' connotes an unavoidable fact that at certain points snakes acts as ladders and vis versa) certain friends have been more of Ladders. I can't start mention names, but for sure i can't finish this reflection if I dont mention some (i will try not to).


It wouldnt be out of place to say that some ladders are unlucky, because just at their landing awaits a huge snake waiting to take you lower than the ladder found you. Everything can't be bad. As such, certain snakes turns out to be of good (these snakes must be of India origin) just right at there tail you find yourself at the foot of a ladder that takes you higher than the snakes met you. Alot of you have influenced me, and you made me what i am today, i may not have achieved all i aim at, but am not doing badly thanks to Snakes and Ladders. Don't start feeling like some architect who designed the new Dimson.
Remember next to the gameboard there is the player with a die in his hand. In an unconscious collaboration we all contribute to the progression of this game.


Aint sure anybody read to this point. Even if am the only one here, its still proper because in the END am going to be alone during the entrance home, while the snakes and ladders keep glued to the board. Lets enjoy the game till its very end when candles and flowers would be placed around my picture because its game over!

OUR BEAUTIFUL SUICIDE

In October 13 Blondy will deliver her baby. The baby will be a girl, she would be named Selia, she will be slim, tall, fair, with blue eyes, blond hair and straight legs like her Mum. She will be very intelligent, being able to comprehend 1 Gig of academic data per second. This unborn baby will prefer red to blue colors and would definitely hate rap music because Blondy wants her to love Rock. Blondy made this clear to the doctor, and it would be so. The doctor is bond by the new government DECREE ON BABY DESIGN, to make the baby ‘at parent’s specifications’. Isn’t this is perfect?

Sounds stupid? Check again in the year 2085, it would definitely sound as normal as ‘I need paracetamol’.  This is the goal of genetic engineering… life made easy! We can’t wait.

Welcome aboard to Human genetic engineering. It is the altering of an individual’s genotype with aim of choosing the phenotype of a newborn or change the existing phenotype of a person. It involves the germline, DNA and pathogenic… Bla…bla… bla… (lets rush to the interesting part. If you want to get trapped in the scientific theoretical traffic jam, try Google!!!). All I know is that Genetic engineering could be used to change appearance, metabolism and improve mental and behavioral qualities. It also aims at altering the psychological makeup of an unborn. Shikina!!!

With that being the case, nature has as such lost its freedom to choose for posterity. The future of the future-generation would then lie on our fragile hands. Parents would freely choose (for their innocent children) who and what they want them to become, these Children wouldn’t therefore develop naturally. Does that not raise an ethical dust? Anyway, thank God I have already been born, who know what they would have chosen for me? Forget it, we will soon be semi-gods choosing for others.

So, back to our unborn Miss. Selia… first of all is this designed Selia still human, or is she a robot? Lets not get yourselves tangled in that age old question. Remember at this point that these ‘child shopping’ parents would certainly chose qualities higher than average for their yet-to-be-born child as such there will be germline changes which will pass on for generations and would result in a permanent change in the human genome. (don’t bother about those terms, I don’t even know what they mean). Although the human basic building block would be forever altered, resulting in something that is not entirely human…hence a new specie would be created! A slap on Ethic huh?.

Since parental specifications would determine the abilities and features of Miss. Selia, her circumstances, environment  and experiences (which where suppose to ‘form’ her) becomes useless, a question arises at this point, ‘why allow insensitive environment or uncontrolled circumstance form our Miss. Selia when we can get her a perfect life?’. She has been programmed to be either good or bad, whatever she does or doesn’t do are not under her control. …can she be blamed for any of her actions? Ethics must be bleeding by now..

Okay, follow me down the future. This is the year 2197, so many babies have been designed and its a trend that have lasted up to their fourth generations. The rich are the only ones who can afford gene enhancement so they have had their generations upgraded. The less wealthy families have been left to procreate naturally with no gene enhancement. The rich are now average of 10 feet tall, while the poor are still naturally 5 feet plus. There is now a new societial division – the natural humans and the Hi tech humans. This has yawning social implications, sociologists can tell more.

If you are still with me in the time travel, hope you know we are now in 2474 AD, the Hi techs are taller, stronger, smarter, more beautiful and powerful too!!!  The Naturals cannot but be slaves, they ain’t equals. The Naturals revolts ‘this very tall, intelligent strong things aint humans! Our fore fathers told us they were constructed, we are the real humans!’ oh, oh wait wait … too late fellas, way too late!!! How on earth would these wretched Naturals challenged the ‘super Hi techs”? Guess what? Just a little ultra nuclear element or movement (who knows) and the poor, weak, wretched, ugly, hungry human race is wiped out! Hurray!!!!  I wonder what is happening to Ethics now…

Evolution has taken place, homo sapiens is gone, Homo Hi-tech is what reigns now.

So how do you feel now? Science is going to improve humans and kill the real human? “Humans would likely guarantee their own extinction by developing the technologies favored by transhumanism (the improvement of human qualities by technology)”

Now you see? Am not hating science. Its just an exposẻ. Ask me ‘what do we do then?’ I’ll say ‘I don’t know’. Meanwhile until something is done, I think you should gather money, so your generations would be part of the Hi Tech specie. I drop my case.