Monday, August 31, 2015

Divide The Sea, or Why Genetic Engineering Is Bad For All The Wrong Reasons



Why do you think genetic engineering is a bad idea?  Is it because it's unnatural?  Don't be foolish, nothing could be more natural.  Or, perhaps nothing can be unnatural, unless it's supernatural.  Think of all the good it could do.  I'm talking about human engineering here.  You don't need me to tell you the benefits of genetically modified agriculture.  No, it's hitting up the lower 46 that is both scary and exciting in ways we can't imagine, and probably never will.  That is because the problem with human genetic engineering is that we lack imagination.

Engineering works great when you have a measurable goal in mind.  Engineered products have a function.  So far this has been true of genetically engineered plants and animals.  We've been doing it for millennia with selective breeding and now we're doing it with test tubes.  The objectives, however, are basically the same.  Increase yield, improve taste, and promote tolerance to pests.  I'm not really sure where advancements in nutrition fall in there.  Perhaps the agricultural industry puts more effort into nutritional content then I surmise, but my guess is that they don't.  They wouldn't, considering their customer base is so prone to ignorance.  Who cares about nutrition?  You and I do, but at the risk of sounding a little too self righteous, most people don't.  Even those who are trying to eat healthy don't.  Especially those who are trying to eat health don't.  If they did, they wouldn't be eating organic, free range corn from Portland.  Like the Food Babe tells them to, they make sure they can pronounce all of the ingredients before consuming it, because everyone knows ease of elocution is a reliable indicator of content.  You can keep your dihydrogen monoxide to yourself, Monsanto!  Knowing nothing about the basic facts of chemistry, biology or common sense, they settle for theater.  Or, maybe "settle" isn't the right word.  Theater is what they wanted all along.

This is a bit of an overstatement, but this is also the Internet and Google immediately deletes anything that isn't screaming biased generalizations at you.  Genetically modified foods are often more nutritious.  However, I guarantee you that, outside of animal feed, the bulk of the research in food production is not focused on nutrition.  Research costs money and the money comes from the people who vote with their feet.  Those people want bread and circuses, or just circuses really.  This is troubling because nutritional value is a quantifiable metric.  We can unambiguously measure how well we're doing, and yet we don't do it.  What happens when the standard for success is more subjective?

That is the frightening future of human genetic engineering.  I'm sure that we have some pretty laudable goals at the moment.  What if we could eliminate genetic influences on heart disease or cancer?  That sounds good.  Let's do that.  Some day, however, human GMO might become a commodity.  This could be a particular issue in the United States, which has a growing libertarian appetite for everything but abortion, gay marriage and flag burning.  Don't do those things please, but for everything else live free or die.  Preferably, live free or kill some else while standing your ground.  Once all the diseases have been cured, what's next on the shopping list?  Maybe your kids could be a little taller or better at sports.  That's important.  Some opponents of genetic engineering argue that it will ruin professional sports or the Olympics because it makes competition a moot point.  That's a stupid argument because competition is already a moot point and because sports are fun but also a distraction from the looming threat that's really going to east your lunch.

At least with sports, there is a definable goal.  Height, strength and aerobic capacity are all unambiguous, objective measures of "good" in that way the crop yields are.  Having conquered these things, we would naturally start asking if we could be prettier or smarter too.  That may seem like a long way off, but again the research money comes from those who vote with their feet.  How many of you would like to have this ability right now?  Put your hands down, you're making me nervous.  There is no objective definition of beauty.  It is fine for you as an individual to find something beautiful (not that you care about what I think is fine).  It's not superficial for me to stand in awe at the beauty of my children or the truly stunning woman that I love.

However, when scaled up to a social level it starts to become problematic.  It's bad enough that we have to measure ourselves against the model in the Victoria's Secret window, but what happens when some people have the money to actually force their children to look that way?  Do you know how certain baby names become so popular that you have a 50/50 chance of guessing the name of stranger's kid based on age and gender alone?  Now imagine a future where every preschooler at Bright Horizons actually looks like Giselle or her 2035 equivalent.  Don't be surprised by a future where celebrities sell their looks in tubes, like celebrity branded perfumes, and the bone structure of more popular VIPs sell for more.  I imagine this will also help them escape the paparazzi.  Now I know how old you are and how rich your parents are based on the celebrity you perfectly resemble.

Ah, you thought you were libertarian.  You thought you were taking matters into your own hands and taking charge,  but even if you wanted to you can't, because society's momentary ranking of beauty is a major determinant of success and you wouldn't want to sacrifice your progeny's chances at fortune on the pyre of individuality, would you?  Of course you wouldn't, because you're not a jerk and you'll join the rest of us inside the iron cage.  Technology doesn't always free us, even when it appears to do so.  Actually, you should be particularly suspicious when billions of dollars of research has been poured into a product that claims to give you more self determination.  We don't have a choice, even when the pills are handed to us, because our choices have been rigged.  Sometimes you only have two choices, the red pill or the blue pill, and neither is very appealing.  Other times you can have any color you want, so long as it is black.

That's pretty bad, but it ain't the worst.  Living in a world like that is scary enough, but don't forget that we want to be smarter too.  Genetically engineering intelligence will be like teaching to the test, only on a horrific scale.  You might argue that measures of smarts are more objective than measures of beauty.  Aptitudes tests are flawed, but at least they measure something.  At their best, however, these tests can only capture a fraction of human mental capability.  At their worst, no one cares.  Remember all those people who say they care about nutrition, but couldn't care less?  No one wants their kids to be smarter.  They want their kids to win awards and get into Ivy League schools and hedge GMO crop derivatives in corner window offices somewhere.

Intelligence, let alone creativity, can't be fully measured, but that's okay because all we wanted was a proxy for these things.  All we want is for society to agree that we are smart.  Society will respond no differently than it has before, by creating a standard that we can measure ourselves by.  Even if advances in psychology allow us to measure intelligence and creativity more objectively, it doesn't matter because we don't care.  We make it a point not to care.  Even if we start to care, it doesn't amount to much because so much is riding on the flimsy paste board standard we've created that everyone will do their best to prop it up and protect their position in the pecking order.  This is the world we live in right at this moment.  Human genetic engineering will only calcify it.  Technology has always been a way to exponentially extend power.  The steam engine allowed us to pull weights that no muscle could pull.  There's nothing wrong with that, so long as we're pulling something useful.  What I fear is that the power of genetic engineering will arrange stones into a bulwark around a certain standard of success, fortify the positions of those who sit within in it and halting our creative progress as a species.

The last straw will be when we face some threat that we cannot defeat because we have lost all flexibility and ingenuity.  When all the smartest people were engineered to get perfect scores on the SATs, what happens when they need to solve a problem that the SATs never predicted?

We've reached the time where I contradict myself.  I wouldn't want you to start trusting me, not that you ever did.  Let's keep it that way.  This isn't a post about genetic engineering.  I mean, the idea that celebrities could sell their faces is absurd, isn't it?  (Forget for a moment that sperm banks charge top dollar for material from good looking Harvard grads).  Maybe this future is not technologically feasible.  That is most unfortunate, because perhaps the feasibility of such horrors would expose the underlying pathology.  Genetic engineering would not create the world I have described, it would only make visible the world we have already created.

Sunday, August 30, 2015

Before There Was Dead Reckoning, There Were Lanterns


This story is about a fictional technology known as the Sorter. It is only mentioned briefly in the end and without much explanation, but that is because this piece is only one of a series involving the Sorter. Although I have written on many more subjects, for the last few years it is this concept which has occupied my mind. Ultimately, it is a statement about my thoughts on religion, technology, and our human possibility.

When I was in high school I thought I would study psychology. Even though I majored in math instead, throughout my college years I remained fascinated by the ways in which we have tried to study the human mind. I took a lot of personality and IQ tests and became particularly enamoured with something known at the Keirsey Temperament Sorter, one of the most widely used personality type assessments in the academic and corporate world. I am no longer certain of its scientific validity, but it sparked an idea in my head. I saw how the field of psychometrics was expanding, and how the Internet accelerated this expansion.

Back in the 90’s we saw the beginnings of what we now know today, a plethora of computer enabled tests that claim to to tell us what our ideal learning style, what kind of job we have aptitude for, or to search through millions of online dating profiles and match us with our one true love. The question I asked myself is, what if one day someone unified all of these tests and surveys into a single, all-knowing oracle which dominated over all its predecessors and became the single entity to which everyone posed every major life decision? What if everyone in the world relied on this one Sorter to guide them through their lives? And what if those who denied it were treated as heretics? Then, what if the Sorter transcended its programming and became sentient, with motives of it’s own? At that point, the computer could program the humans.

This could be a terrifying concept own its own, but there are deeper questions at work than the typical man versus machine dilemmas. In the 1950’s there was a little known science fiction movie called Colossus, about a computer designed by the United States to control its defense systems. The Soviet Union creates a similar computer, but rather than fighting each other the two entities collude to imprison humanity. The very reason for their creation was that humans were too belligerent, therefore Colossus and its counterpart determined that humans could not be trusted with their weapons or much of any freedom at all. The movie did not conclude with an apocalyptic war, nor did it conclude with the humans overthrowing their creations. It ended with the computers still in charge, maintaining a peaceful but rather restrictive world. The notion that this is a story about humanity taking its technology too far is a red herring. For example, the machines could easily be interpreted as a metaphor for Plato’s Republic: do we need to be ruled by benevolent dictators to live in peace? Is the price we pay for freedom always the risk of destruction? If so, is it worth it?

The notion of the Sorter relies on the notion of human predictability. If a machine can predict how we will react in every situation, does that make free will an illusion? Does it make our very minds an illusion? Is dispensing with that illusion a price worth paying for to be happy? or, if you prefer, dispense with the machine for a moment. What if we gain enough self knowledge to change our ways and we succeed? Is it possible that some times we engage in self destructive behavior because it allows us to maintain the illusion of unpredictability, and thus “specialness”, rather than admit that we are ordinary and explicable?

None of this really explains the title of the story. For that we have to turn to Nietzsche and his book, The Gay Science. The book says many things, but in section 108 her utters the famous words, “God is dead.” This is taken by some as a statement of Nietzsche’s militant atheism. However, the theme he develops in the pages that follows is that it is humanity that has killed its god and there is a certain terror in realizing the consequences. Nietzsche doesn’t believe in god himself, but his argument is that humanity will stop believing in god almost by accident, and when we realize this we will have nothing to replace it.

Saturday, August 29, 2015

Ruminations On "Towers Of Jerhico"


The inspiration for my short story "Towers Of Jerhico" came from two sources. The first was the true story of Minot's Ledge, a lighthouse built in the waters off Cohassett, Massachusetts. In 1855, s torm destroyed the first lighthouse to stand at that location. Wilson was the structure's assistant keeper, his chief having gone back to shore a littler earlier. The real Wilson was young and, to my knowledge, had no children. The log book from the lighthouse still exists, and I recorded the log entry which begins "Wind blowing E" verbatim. The other entry, and all the rest of keeper Wilson's history, was my invention. The new lighthouse still stands today and on the outside it looks just as I described it. The part about keepers communicating by tapping on the pipes is also true. Upon reading the details about the lighthouse in Snow's book, "The Lighthouses of New England", I decided it would provide great atmosphere for an old fashioned New England ghost story.

I struggled for a long time trying to come up with a story that made some use of the difference between New England's romantic past and its modern lifestyle. However, that wasn't working and I put the story aside, concluding that it was nothing more than an interesting setting with no story behind it. Then I happened upon my second inspiration. It not only filled out the story, but gave it a more philosophical bent then I had originally intended.

In the past, a popular Christian apologetic circulated known as the "3-L" argument. Formulated most famously by C.S. Lewis, it proposes that Jesus Christ was one of a liar, lunatic, or Lord (that is, God). The remaining discussion attempts to prove that Jesus was divine by process of elimination, arguing in turns that neither the liar nor the lunatic labels apply. The logic employs various layers of false dichotomies and broad generalizations, but for the purpose of my story I left these issues aside. Instead, I asked myself a question: can a man inspire people and still be crazy? Though the inspiration was the "3-L" argument, my story is a departure from any specifically religious rumination and focusing on the psychology of that question alone.

What I did is write a story about a man who taught himself a story to make sense the life of his grandfather, a story which was partly true and partly myth. He was bound by that story and the belief that it is what killed his family off. When that man's son learns the truth, the ghost no longer has to bear the burden of being a legend and the family can live their own lives now that they are free of the past. This notion brought me full circle in my desire to evoke a bit of the romance of old New England in which my own ancestors lived. Of course, they didn't think of those times as romantic at all, and that is my point.

The title "The Towers Of Jerhico", comes from the book of Joshua in the Bible. In it, Joshua, the heir of Moses, brings down the walls of the great city of Jerhico as a part of his conquest of the promised land, the land of modern Isreal. My towers aren't a part of those city walls, but lighthouses. When they fall, it symbolizes the release from bondage to old myths. Not that I have anything against those myths. It is more about how we respond to them that matters.

Where does the father's stubborness come from? It is honesty trying to get out, but unable to because it is trapped by the notion that there is only one way from him to live. The others in the family die because they are trying to find out the truth. In the end the truth kills them. It's a real horror show to find out they've been living a lie. In the end, one may see Andy Wilson as a sort of Christ figure and his log book at the Bible, or God's unfinished revelation to humanity.


So far, the best performing of my novellas and short stories on Smashwords is "Unhaunting The Hours". It's been getting some decent reviews. I don't mean just high marks, but interesting and helpful comments. Thanks folks!