Yesterday I was thinking that someday boutique scientists or “doctors” will be able to clone living infants who never age, who never grow out of the whatever adorable developmental stage the buyer specifies. These little ones will have hair, eyes, and skin chosen from catalogues. But the buyers will grow weary of changing diapers, providing comfort at midnight, mixing formula. Predictably, they will abandon, abuse, and neglect these babies.
Talking heads will debate the matter of the children’s humanity as the same facilities who grew them begin to provide disposal services. Many of the children will meet darker ends that echo the more horrible race memories enshrined in those fairy tales that come down to us from the now forgotten Indo-European homeland when two or three varieties of human clashed secondary to nameless disaster that motivated the earliest people-group’s migrations. Religious or moral hobbyists will likewise debate the matter of these infants’ souls, and other debased society fools will pretend to follow the arguments of the talkers, but won’t really care one way or the other how the thing falls out. Maybe a few of the infants will grow past their DNA programmed dead ends, may or may not grow past all of them neatly and at once, or may ‘asymmetrically’ and catastrophically grow. Then the debate will center upon whether to treat them or even to provide palliative care.
People with souls will quietly or stridently take upon themselves the care and feeding of these little ones who will never be able to care for themselves. And God will judge, will act or refrain from acting. Whatever course God takes will not be understood, or will be misinterpreted or misidentified by debased humanity.
These were some of the thoughts that troubled me Saturday.