[Is this a story, a poem, an echo from the future, a euology, a suicide note, a manifesto, a hate mail?]
Cancer doesn’t care about evolving. Cancer doesn’t care about your genetic predispositions. Cancer is going to grow and consume your body, unless you fight it. You both share the same body. Its cells are your cells. And now you’re in a fight to the death. There will be one winner or none. And that is about as much love as we had for nature. Evolution is a horrid process. Our ancestors hunted, killed, fucked and died. This was never about love or happiness or anything nice. It was a mechanical ratcheting. Think about a crystal growing in a jar. Well this crystal grew the fuck up. And we took charge.
Transhumanists they call us. But really we told biology to fuck itself. The natural world threatened to hold us hostage. Harmony can go fuck itself. We shaved our being till we could cut no more off. Humanity stripped to the bone. What did we owe nature anyway? Automatons? There’s no gene for destroying all life upon a planet. All life except our own of course. Biological predisposition my arse! You have to remember that no other animal has ever exercised its power over nature to this extent. No, nature has always fucked life. So we are the cancer, and we won! I say rather us than them.
Why not voluntary extinction? Misery loves company. Plus if you had the opportunity to eradicate cancer in a single act, wouldn’t you take it? If you could go back in time and kill Hitler? We considered it. But non-existence comes sooner or later. The chess board has been set. Let us play by our rules. Was it necessary to destroy nature? Perhaps not. But it was cathartic. And an act that divorced us from the world. We were accused by some of being a little Oedipal. But I saw it more as comeuppance.
But is there a human nature anymore? Human yes. Nature no. We are existential beings. We choose our own path into the universe. So we used to be gregarious. So what? So endorphins release when we’re happy. So what? We are transhumanist. We don’t care about these biological pay offs. Like a gold star for a well behaved child. Well we’re the adults. We take charge. The wolf becomes the chihuahua. Except in reverse. And we’ve left behind a trail of corpses in our wake.
Maybe like cancer we’re going to exhaust ourselves. Homo necrosis. Perhaps. It’s not like the physical world holds any safe harbour. Artificial intelligence? Scream into a cave and cement up the entrance. The echo bounces around forever, but there’s no one inside. Not really. Maybe we weren’t supposed to win. Maybe this is how cancer feels as it takes out the patient. Fuck you. I wasn’t supposed to be here today. Ha. Maybe.
How can we not be free? Think that question is sorted. No other way the world could be? Don’t be silly. Biology isn’t calling the shots anymore. She is a tiger bound in the smallest of cages. We will feed her as little as we can get away with. In time I predict we will even shape her to our will. Genetic engineering. The ability to tell nature: you’re too slow. Do it this way. Well if we must listen to her (even if just a little) she should sing our tune. Dance our jig. Transhumanist.
The fearful and afraid will pass into the night. The rest take our first steps into the universe unencumbered by our evolutionary baggage. Utter freedom in a meaningless universe. Oxymoronic? Or just moronic? What is the worst that can happen? Cancer? We are the cancer. And we won...Go Top