Let's suppose that scientist of this millennium have already produce human clones and that it will become increasingly more common in our lifetime. What questions will this raise? How will it influence our behavior? Our sex life? Our happiness?
It is not as far fetched as you might think. Animal cloning once made headline news but now it's so common that it's barely mentioned anymore except by environmentalist who are saving endangered species that were once doomed to extinction. It is no longer uncommon for someone to clone their pet. It may cost $30,000. to clone your dog, but for such owners this a small cost as opposed to living without his or her beloved dog. (6)
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There are reputable scientists who say privately that they think it's quite possible there are cloned humans now living among us.
If there are any, there's not enough of them to make a
difference right now. However, if cloning humans become an acceptable practice we could be asking ourselves such questions as:
Will our best friends be our clones? Will my clones be messing around with your clones? I mean if I can't have an affair with you for one reason or another is it okay if my clone does? Am I ultimately
responsible for the actions of my clone?
Before you go getting all upset over this stop and realize that any clone that might be made from me (knowingly or unknowingly) is nothing more-genetically speaking than my biological twin.
As I understand it cloning is something many people began taking seriously back in the 1980s when the best selling book "In His Image" became popular.
In the 1990s with the cloning of "Dolly" the sheep, cloning soon became common place and in 2009 no longer makes headline news. Nowadays a number of species that were endangered are not any longer because of cloning. In fact, it has become so common place that you can be sure that whatever progress in this field has happened within the past two years, none of us have even heard of it yet. When it comes to cloning we hear about it AFTER the fact.
The next few decades of this millennium will likely bring more cloning questions than answers and will
most certainly provide rich material for stand
up comics. Family matters alone should keep the legal and psychological profession in business.
The implications are as scary as they are interesting.
Would one argue with his or her clones? If so, who wins the argument? If I lose an argument with my clone, is that a real win-win situation? Like even if I lose, I win?
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Will there be multiple personalities, multiple souls, multiple careers, and multiple circles of friends?
These are the questions I pondered one day as I
read an article in the Boston Globe that said:
"Supermodels could one day have a whole new human cloning career, selling cells from their bodies to make hundreds of 'perfect' human clones for tomorrow's parents. Indeed we could soon clone a supermodel without her knowledge or consent from a drop of saliva or blood; it is rumored that a former Playboy model offered to sell her own DNA."
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My guess is that it was this article that was responsible
for bringing me to the laboratory of Johan Z. Stein.
Shortly after it appeared in the paper I received an invitation from him to meet at his lab located near Massachusetts General Hospital for the purpose of a "scholarly discussion" regarding a research project I was part of a few years back that was informally called:
"IQ Significance To Sexuality". (2) (3) (4) (5)
He said that the details would be explained during our session and he would appreciate it very much if I accepted the invitation to spend an afternoon sharing
ideas and experiences in sort of a brainstorming master-minding half-day marathon.
I knew that Dr. Stein was known for his research in cloning but what that had to do with me I didn't know. Maybe it was somehow connected to the Boston Globe article and had to do with my IQ plus the fact I had appeared in several magazines (not as a supermodel
but he'd figured I'd do in lieu of the real thing).
Regardless of any particular reason, I was flattered and not about to turn down such an opportunity to meet this ground breaking prestigious research scientist.
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I had never felt particularly smart and actually in some areas often referred to my self as "being dumber than a box of rocks". I have a slight case of dyslexia and I'm often hopelessly lost without my computers "spell-check" or a good dictionary.
Despite high grades in difficult subjects, it would still be fair to say that I am at the bottom half of the list when it comes to being among the great intellects and in the top half when it came to matters of the heart.
The day I met Dr. Stein I don't know how sharp I seemed to him intellectually, but for sure my heart was
working well. I was immediately aware of a great
physical attraction to him despite our considerable
age difference. I loved everything about him and most
of all how I felt in his presence.
When the good doctor smiled at me it was a smile of of instant recognition. It was as if he'd always known me.
From the minute we shook hands we were laughing and joking and having a wonderful time while he
took great pains to give me the grand tour of his extraordinary lab (his warm demeanor was not a common experience in such a stuffy settings).
I was surprised to learn that he had been doing
his research at this exact same location for over
twenty years. What was even more surprising was
the way he would anticipate my every move.
Before we concluded our afternoon he said:
"I have a new associate I would like you to meet. Would you please come to my home tomorrow night for dinner? She will be present and I'm certain you will have much in common."
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I arrived at his lovely home in the Beacon Hill area
of Boston precisely at 7 PM. His butler ushered
me into the parlor of his old Victorian mansion
and brought me a cup of tea while I waited for Dr.
Stein to return from a speaking engagement
that was running late.
He suddenly burst into the parlor with an attractive woman on his arm.
Something about her was familiar, I'd swear I'd seen her face before.' But she said: 'You must be mistaken'
And she didn't say anything more." (1)
I couldn't put my finger on it but Dr. Stein seemed to be covering for her when he introduced us:
"Miss Babe Babebuilt, may I present Miss
Catrina Johansson"
My curiosity grew along with my pleasure as the three of us shared appetizers and a glass of wine before dinner while enjoying the usual academia chit-chat.
After dinner Dr. Stein addressed me and said:
"Babe, do you recognize Catrina?
I responded:
"She does look familiar, but I don't know why."
Dr. Stein said:
"You are sisters. Twin sisters. I cloned you from my wife 24 years ago just before she died."
Now I knew why Catrina looked so familiar. I was
looking at my own face, my own figure,
and hearing my own voice.
We continued to talk and I learned that she was
an intern research scientist the same as I and that she had grown up in the home of friends of Dr. Stein who adopted her. What was really surprising is that I had grown up in the home of Dr. Stein's third cousin and his wife. I knew I was adopted by them but never knew that I had a twin, or dreamed I was a clone.
Neither Catrina or I knew that besides being deeply loved by our adoptive parents, we had also been loved all these years by Dr. Stein who was in a very real sense our devoted and faithful husband.
He said that he eventually realized that his grief over his wife was so great that he could not in good conscience attempt to raise us two girls because of his reoccurring depression. He said he found good parents for us, financially provided for our care and monitored our progress into adulthood.
Dr. Stein said that he realized now it didn't make up for him not being there for us in person. In addition
he told us how sorry he was but that he tried hard to do the best he knew how to do at the time.
The love we had for this man must of hit us both at the same instant. Both Catrina and I assured him there
was nothing to forgive and we appreciated all the
good that he did for us. Dr. Stein was so relieved
he put his head down on the table and weeped.
Catrina and I walked around the table after our second glass of wine and began spontaneously hugging him.
Overwhelmed he enthusiastically returned the hugs and soon lead us into the adjoining downstairs guest bedroom with a king size bed that had been made by combining two Victorian era twin beds.
He let us know we would be welcome to stay the night and that it would be better if we didn't drive because of the wine. As we continued to visit, we all sat down on the downy bed and Dr. Stein refilled our goblets.
The more we talked the sillier we got. Eventually
Catrina and I were both sprawled out on the bed
and Dr. Stein went to kiss us goodnight on the cheek
and fell in between us. We wouldn't let him get back
up. Our warm embraces gradually turned to passion and we got it out of him amidst many tears that in all the years since his wife had died, Dr. Stein had never been sexually involved with even one woman.
Catrina looked at me and I nodded in silent agreement that we were going to help the good doctor make up for lost time - double his pleasure with two of his very own creations he had made in the image of Mercedes, his beloved wife who died so young and left him all alone all these years.
At first we just good naturedly loved on him, with sweet hugging and kissing.
Dr. Stein warned us:
"Now you girls had better stop this and let me
get out of here so you can get some sleep...."
We ignored him. Wherever Catrina touched him, I found myself going for the same spot. We soon realized this was not going to work out - that we needed to take turns and watch each other perform our magic on the good doctor we both loved so much.
By this time there was no turning back. To our delight Dr. Stein had a massive hard on.
We made him do an "enie-meany-miney moe" which turned out that Catrina got to stay and I had to go over in the corner chaise lounge and watch.
It was strange watching Catrina operate on Doc. It was like watching myself in a mirror, but far more exciting.
They hugged and kissed and then he gently lifted her sports bra over her head revealing her beautiful full round breasts.
I got a vicarious enjoyment watching them right along with Doc. Her breasts looked like how mine would have been had they not been taped down when I hurt my back on the playground slide. Seeing how hard, firm and erect her nipples were made me realize that was only thing between us that was physically different.
As I watch her snuggle near the Doctor's mouth I found myself wishing that I had nipples that stuck out rather than ones that swelled inwardly where nobody could see them do their tricks. My clit hardened as I watched Doc hungrily sucking on them and burying his face between them. Watching them from across the room my fingers soon found their way to my clit and I rubbed myself and longingly moaned as I watched.
Looking up Catrina saw me. Taking sympathy she and Doc motioned for me to re-join them on the bed.
The good doctor resumed his position between us and with his left hand rubbed my clit while with his
right he stroked hers while she sucked on his thick
throbbing long neglected cock.
Doc reached out for my left breast and began sucking
on it in and sucking on it until finally my virgin nipple popped right out of its pale dusty pink areola.
Feeling it pop my entire body came alive. Where there had been only an inward like tiny belly button, it now stood as an erect throbbing real live hot pink nipple.
My creator, the Doctor continued sucking and soothing it with his tongue as if I given him a great unexpected gift. The climatic pleasure I felt drove me mad and climaxed over and over again as he sucked and sucked. It felt so good I never wanted him to stop.
Catrina was of course unaware of what had happened until she looked up and saw one breast with a nipple popped out and the other one still contained.
I saw the puzzled look in her eyes until the good Doctor then focused his attention on my right breast and began to suck on it until it too popped out. Now I had two succulent looking breasts that looked exactly like Catrina's.
Doc continued to lick and suck on both of my breasts alternating and driving my cunt wild until I begged him to leave my breasts and fuck me with his big stiff cock before I went crazy.
Excusing herself Catrina went to the corner chair and sat there watching while she worked on her own clit and moaned at the sight of Doc plunging his massive cock into my pussy that cried out over and over again for his sweet cream.
He kept driving it into me taking me to heaven's edge and then back again until he had me right at the brink.
Like riding a bike, somethings in life you never forget to do and for sure Doc had not forgotten how to tease and drive a woman stark raving mad with pleasure.
Slowing down he motioned for Catrina to join us again where I soon found myself sucking one of her nipples as she did on one of mine as the good doctor took turns putting his cock in me, then her, and then me in perfect harmony until the three of us climaxed beyond what any of us dreamed possible. The room was filled
with three voices perfectly harmonizing OMG, OMG, OMG. In the distance I heard the bells in Harvard
Yard and realized the dinner at Dr. Steins home hadn't happened yet. That it must have all been a glorious wet dream brought on by Dr. Stein's yesterday's
meeting at his lab. Our dinner tonight hadn't
happened yet. I had much to look forward to!
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Footnotes:
(1) A line from the song "Taxi" By Harry Chapin
(2) IQ is not a good indicator of future success, and that was a fact that was being proven over and over again. Also because of a growing awareness of theories such as Howard Gardner's "multiple intelligences" it was becoming apparent one individual may be smart in one area but not in another.
(3)It is generally acknowledged that Marilyn vos Savant who has the reputation of being the world's most intelligent person alive, has an extremely high intelligence quotient (IQ) score; however there is much confusion over the actual value, with data and calculations variously yielding 167+, 180, 195, 215, and 230 (the high variance reflecting the higher standard deviations which accompany high-range IQ tests). Savant belongs to Mensa and Prometheus.
Babe's favorite Marilyn vos Savant Quote:
"Skill is successfully walking a tightrope between the twin towers of New York's World Trade Center. Intelligence is not trying."
(4) Extremely high IQ measurement is not an exact science: high IQs are very difficult to quantify because so few people have IQs at that level, giving rise to the problems associated with small sample sizes, ceiling bumping caused by tests not designed to measure such high IQs, and fat tailing which gives the impression more high IQs exist than predicted by a normal distribution. Moreover, there are general disagreements and controversies over the validity of IQ scoring at any level.
(5) Vos Savant lives in New York City with her husband Robert Jarvik, inventor of the Jarvik artificial heart.
(6) My first reaction to spending $30,000. to clone your pet was that it seemed like an extreme measure. But then I recalled that not so long ago a loved one of mine paid close to $5,000. to keep her 14 year old very sick dog alive. I helped nurse the dog back to health and made all the trips to the vet supporting her decision. The way I saw it was what else could she spend her money on that what would bring her more happiness in her final days? I suspect this is how many in the future will view cloning their pets.
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