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EqualityWe are all born equal.
No, we are definitely not. In our genetics we are not born equal. In our social status we are not born equal. It is in fact very rare that two people on this planet are born equal.
A baby born into poverty is not equal to one born in a gleaming white hospital somewhere in a first-world country. We now have the capability to genetically modify our children before birth. A child who has been modified to have an IQ higher than that of the average person is not equal to one which has been modified to have an IQ lower than the average person. One child may be born into a family of lawyers who will, in the future, expect the child to also become a lawyer. A baby born into a family with a background of artists may not have the correct mental capabilities to ever work as a lawyer, or ever to be expected to.
Natural selection is the process in a species by which we change and vary to have only the most adapted and healthy specimens reproduce. If all specimens in all speci
longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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