On the first day after the gene-edited babies appeared, I saw a blogger mention the movie on Weibo. She said the appearance of the twins reminded her of the movie.
I talk about myself, my movie reviews are never just movies.
The future turned out to be so close. I still remember that when the news first came out, Weibo was full of cheers, as if China had made many technological products that other countries did not make before, many bloggers couldn’t wait to join in the heat and say those words that made people’s blood boil. The marketing account reposted frantically, and ignorant netizens including me also reposted it enthusiastically.
They say "We have witnessed history."
Friends, we have witnessed history. How heavy is this sentence in the past. Not so lightly.
Actually I don't care about what is made, I only care about my participation in the process. My retweets are proof of my presence.
Then things suddenly changed.
Today's Internet environment dictates, as written in the rabble. Good writers are also responsible prophets.
No longer proud of it, but ashamed of it.
There are many scientists in the field of gene editing, bloggers who engage in popular science on Weibo, and some calm people with good science. Begin to question and criticize.
At first, I didn't know what happened, it was just inexplicable, why did I suddenly feel that the atmosphere had changed, faster than Sichuan Opera's face change. Then I saw a certain university come out to clarify that it did not know the behavior of the developer, because the developer is teaching in this university, and the university is afraid of getting involved. Then I saw the popular science bloggers I follow start coding and posting about what a sin and unforgivable crime this is. Then the People's Daily published an article that science should not come after ethics.
Then I really realized that this was not something to be thankful for. It turns out that the history I have witnessed is not something that I can proudly pretend to say.
Of course, I'm fickle and stupid.
In the movie, the hero finally said, I can do better than them, the hero said, because I never leave a way for myself.
Babies born with gene editing.
At the beginning of the film, the male protagonist's parents listen to the doctor tell them how perfect Anton is, repeating their comments. What should have blue eyes and brown hair. I am horrified.
Everyone is so perfect, the world is full of flaws.
This is one of the reasons why I do not agree with plastic surgery so far. I respect people who choose plastic surgery, and I am not against beautifying their appearance, but I will not follow and support them.
In my philosophy, the face is a part of me, I accept who I am, and I accept my appearance, not that I want to be pure and naked, but that I don't want to make such a change for what. Of course, when I talk about these topics in depth, I can no longer convince myself, because I will ask myself questions, why should I study, why should I wear clothes, shouldn't I accept my id. Then I get the answer, and I'm stuck in a loop again, and that's boring.
But I really don't want to see face-lifting on the street. Everyone has their double eyelids cut, face-lifting injections, hyaluronic acid all over their faces, and tattooed eyebrows... It's really scary, it reminds me of one from Korea before. Anime shorts.
If people are planned from the time of a fertilized egg, they will be divided into classes and hierarchies from then on. Fixed class and rank, then what is the meaning of life. Or is this actually the utopia that everyone is pursuing, the Datong society?
10-year-old Wen Sheng watched his father write down the height of 8-year-old An Dong, and watched An Dong, who was already taller than him, run by, his parents were all hopeful.
Then Vincent wiped himself off, just like when he grew up and ripped himself out of the photo.
Later, the text became Geron.
A perfect, flawless perfect person.
His father told him that your only chance to work there is as a cleaner.
I cursed in my heart.
I can't imagine what kind of environment the genetically altered twins will grow up in, whether to make a decision for one when he has no choice. No one can know the real right or wrong. From the eyes of a pure white, I just feel horrible.
The future of human cloning is at hand, and immigration to Earth has become a big possibility. Sooner or later, cryotechnology will appear, and Detroit will become human sooner or later. AI has its own ideas and it is no longer a movie plot.
Is this the future? Is it the inevitable future?
Reality is far more cruel than movies. Reality does not use techniques, consider plots, choose roles, and does not even consider rationality.
A branch can get thousands of results. This is the horror of reality, a pair of twins represent thousands of offspring, countless lives.
The male protagonist said that he finally returned home. People come from the stars and rest on the stars. He said he did not belong to the earth.
But you can look up at the stars because you are the dust of the earth.
I recently started thinking about some nonsense outside of my era. I think color TV only appeared in the 1960s, 1970s, and the buildings at that time were still short. Today, the maturity of VR technology is amazing, and the buildings are gradually rising. Yesterday, I saw the buildings in Nanjing on Weibo standing above the smog and the sea of clouds, like swords.
In another 50 years, what will my side look like.
I even started thinking about the outbreak of a third world war.
I began to think about how long and where the earth can tolerate and persist. The reason why human beings are optimistic is because of nationality and collectiveness. We always think that we will be saved in the end, and there will be magic weapons. As written in the three-body.
I'm starting to be more and more afraid of leaving and passing away. I want to see the future of the earth, and I don't want to live in the moment. I want to take a spaceship and see the birth of new things that I can't even imagine now. In the future, people will become more and more feminine, and men will look like women. I wonder if immortality really exists. If cells stop dividing and moving, isn’t it immortal? Can we transplant our brains into machines? My mind is forever, but my body is no more.
The more eccentric things I thought, the deeper and more I thought, the chills in my body inevitably appeared and surrounded me.
Because I'm just a speck of dust.
Some screenshots at the end I sigh and go on with my life
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