Eugenics
A Breeder’s Manifesto
OK, here’s the intense piece on ‘Controlled Evolution and the Human Farm™’. [This information is classified.] Don’t be a Timmy of the Internet! Throw me a paid subscription LIKE YOU MEAN IT!
HOW to start this life-changing chapter? Hmm. Alright, most of the humans today—with the exception of a few wild running misfits—are kept in urban captivity and/or are raised on gigantic outdoor breeding plants. Nothing that happens on earth now with these humans I would consider ethical or normal.
The old belief of "natural selection" has been thoroughly replaced by systematic pairing and family planning procedures. The consequence? Once upon a time, humans produced offspring no different than fish, dogs, or cattle: Biomass that spawned out rapidly to fulfill specific societal roles or fill vast empty spaces. Today, they live or shrivel and die by deliberate intelligent intervention.
CAGED
A common objection to our accusation that “we were all paired for reproduction” seems to be the good old Greek ideal of freedom of will: “O, free was vee made! Free find me zee maid!” In fact, our breeders spent an awful lot of persuasion on telling us that indeed “the cattle was romping and the cart was free, and all was paid for by taxpayers’ fee”… save modern man who came “free ‘n will and extra special,” I suppose. How special? They won’t always disclose the details in print. [Life insurance for the average human male in the United States is $26 a month. Life insurance for the common milk cow is $180 a year.]
It is a sad realization, but it is mostly true: We keep humans like we keep them monkeys. Don’t believe it?
People are hallucinating about “always having had the freedom of choice” in picking a beautiful wife over an ugly one, for the simple task of mindless baby-making. But why are YOU here and why no other? No human breeder in his right mind would let the common man anywhere near his most prized woman-bodies. [Exceptions prove the rule.]
To observe: Look at your baby, yes, look at him (or her), look at your child, if you made one that is: Nothing what you see is special, and, if we had given you but ten more choices for a potential mate back then when you were in your prime, you would probably have picked a very different partner than the one you ended up with signing a dead-end contract of permanent enslavement. But no, you produced exactly the type of child you were anticipated to produce—mala malus mala mala [bad apple trees bear bad apples]—based on the class selection of free wombs your sort of plebs is usually paired with. The genetically superior High-Achieving Elite Babies, meanwhile, were not yours to have!
Our careless species is quite uninformed, often naive, and rather unintelligent when it comes to investigating our family tree and blood line. Very few of us get higher education on the subject of eugenics—the breeding of excellent humans or the lack of it. [You, Sir, are proof of the latter, and you are not alone…]
