A Conversation on Humanoid Cloning

Last night I had dinner with an optical engineer who was explaining the merits of a molecular tweezer. He was strumming on about lasers and spectronomy so I asked him a serious question. He mocked, "that's a little too tinfoil hat" when I discussed humanoid cloning. The table laughed with the engineer and i found myself muted once again by the "conspiracy" label. I made my case anyways with the following:

The mainstream press tells you the Deep State is 50 yrs ahead of what's currently available on the market. A public lab in England cloned Dolly the sheep 12 years ago. We splice and move genes in academia today for education. In 50 yrs, we will clone a humanoid.

We can even predict how that humanoid might function. You'd give it thumbs and feet to be useful. You'd leave off the sex organs, hair, or belly button. You could avoid the stomach and intestines with a solar-powered photosynthetic skin for recharging. You'd want its brain to be simple and predictive. You'd cut the outer mammalian lobes of reason and emotion. You'd keep the brain's reptilian triune core. You'd have a rechargeable biological pet that's docile and cost-effective. Kind of like a pet snake with elbows and kneecaps.

The table felt quiet. I looked to the engineer to prove me fantastical. Our table was paused for his answer. The mkultra fell out of his facehole easily, "The cost would be unimaginable. The amount of time...Ridiculous." The table seemed to relax in agreement. Quickly the engineer changed the subject, "Did you know LED pens aren't technically lasers." Someone answered, "Really?" The meal continued without me.

Modern America is in a multi-layered state of mkultra. That evening I felt trapped inside an aquarium listening to a goldfish tell shark stories. I was surrounded by guppies who needed that goldfish to keep them busy. Every fish in the tank pretends this is the real ocean. I was staring through the glass, wondering why I felt so crazy.

If you were hiding technology from the public, you could try and silence every witness. But that would be inefficient and you would constantly be at the mercy of exposure. Instead, if you were clever, you'd turn your secret into a grand spectacle. You'd put it on a pedestal and called it science fiction. It would be the biggest elephant in the room and no one would see it. Cloaked in fantasy, now your technology can be used freely because any witness who tries to credit it is instantly called looney. This fantasy psyop could be manufactured in one Hollywood blockbuster. It would be mkultra with popcorn.