The understanding of mathematics is necessary for a sound grasp of ethics.
(Socrates)
Julio was gone indeed. He had just walked out of the door – and vanished into the underwoods. One had tried to trace him with the hounds, but that hadn’t worked. Okay, his sperm was safe. Would he come back? And why had he left at all? Betty Plowman was still wondering. Life in the wilderness… Good grief! – But the bloke had been in excellent shape. She could tell…
Well, it had been a welcome episode. A short – and amusing – break in dreary work routine. Back to the lab! It was a cumbersome process to develop an artificial uterus, an incubator as it was called here. The latter term should sound less offending to the uninvolved, it was believed. One had tried it with natural ones, from animals – to no avail. Perhaps chimpanzees would work, but one had none.
Early on, one had had a motley group, bought together from various domestic circuses and zoos. They had all died in the first rash experiments. And now, one couldn’t get new ones. All wild packs were controlled by either Middle Africa or the WAU. They were only allowing single captures for zoos and known scientific institutes. One had to wait until new surplus specimen became available in the zoos at home. Chimpanzees were slow breeders; it would take time.
However, with machines, the situation was even worse. In principle, the functions were clear, yet effective control was impossible with the means at hand. Even the zusie one had purchased didn’t solve the problem. – Yes, there was little hope of success – at least not in the foreseeable future. But one would carry on nevertheless. It was a magnificent goal, even if the rulers in Washington would call it criminal – if they knew about it. But democracy was an end-of-range model anyway…
(Socrates)
Julio was gone indeed. He had just walked out of the door – and vanished into the underwoods. One had tried to trace him with the hounds, but that hadn’t worked. Okay, his sperm was safe. Would he come back? And why had he left at all? Betty Plowman was still wondering. Life in the wilderness… Good grief! – But the bloke had been in excellent shape. She could tell…
Well, it had been a welcome episode. A short – and amusing – break in dreary work routine. Back to the lab! It was a cumbersome process to develop an artificial uterus, an incubator as it was called here. The latter term should sound less offending to the uninvolved, it was believed. One had tried it with natural ones, from animals – to no avail. Perhaps chimpanzees would work, but one had none.
Early on, one had had a motley group, bought together from various domestic circuses and zoos. They had all died in the first rash experiments. And now, one couldn’t get new ones. All wild packs were controlled by either Middle Africa or the WAU. They were only allowing single captures for zoos and known scientific institutes. One had to wait until new surplus specimen became available in the zoos at home. Chimpanzees were slow breeders; it would take time.
However, with machines, the situation was even worse. In principle, the functions were clear, yet effective control was impossible with the means at hand. Even the zusie one had purchased didn’t solve the problem. – Yes, there was little hope of success – at least not in the foreseeable future. But one would carry on nevertheless. It was a magnificent goal, even if the rulers in Washington would call it criminal – if they knew about it. But democracy was an end-of-range model anyway…