Good Morning Replicates,
With recent advances in the science of cloning, I wonder if the recluses at Vatican City have considered duplicating the current Pope. I’m not trying to be disrespectful here but it seems to me it’s a good way to repeat what’s working as opposed to chancing appointing another Nazi to the papacy. I know there’s been a number of movies and books that offer scenarios depicting evil as a result of cloning gone bad, but I think we need to take a serious look at this before we dismiss the idea.
Think of it, a genetically engineered pool of DNA from which the brightest and noblest of mankind is nurtured and raised to become leaders, thinkers, inventors, and all are genetically predisposed to being funny. The losers and assholes are kept to do the bidding of the bright and noble. Wow…..it’s worth pondering anyway. Does this sound like Germany in 1938? That’s not what I’m getting at damn it!
I answered an ad recruiting donors of Sperm for just this reason. After all who am I to deny the world another Marzuki?
After a brutal screening process I was given a towel primarily for hygiene as far as I could tell. I was directed to a line at the other end of the laboratory. I was one of about 30 people in line, and in a stereo-typical assessment of those standing there I sensed something was very wrong. I finally got close enough to the entry and immediately read the sign. It felt like a knee to the groin. The sign read, ‘victims of circumstance’ please be ready to undress.
What does that mean? Was I not chosen for the brightest and noblest of humanity? ME? That’s not conceivable! As I walked in I was led to a dressing room and asked to drop trou….the nurse handed me a cup and a number of porno magazines. I immediately noticed a goodly number of its pages were stuck together furthering my humiliation.
I don’t get my $100 if I can’t deliver, so I picked up a Hustler and began to peruse its contents. I found a particularly nasty section called “Tanya; Vacuity and Talent Too”. Surprisingly I was able to thumb through the six page layout without the crackling of ‘ick’ sucking the ink off the page. Evidently one of Tanya’s talents involves imitating a Hoover. I let myself go with the vision and expanded on it a bit. Tanya’s hands and lips are playing a symphony Tchaikovsky couldn’t possibly appreciate, and I’m lost in the bliss of Tanya’s mystery.
Sealing my cup, I handed it to the nurse who gave me a voucher redeemable at any King Soopers. $100. It was convenient though, I needed to pick up coffee and toilet paper. Getting paid for donating sperm destined to be a victim of circumstance seems wrong to me. Yet I needed the money. “Ah fuck it Dude; let’s go bowling….” So much for noble…jeez.