Sunday, June 13, 2021

Should Baby Editing be Allowed? (by William)

In the internet era where people already abuse the World Wide Web, it is hard to say whether or not we humans will abuse future technologies. As an esteemed comedian, Carrie Snow once muttered, “Technology…is a queer thing. It brings you great gifts with one hand, and it stabs you in the back with the other.” The same goes for designer babies. This novel technology is widely debated by the scientific community. The question is: Where should the line be drawn? Babies should be engineered if the purpose is to help avoid misery and save lives. But if designing babies turns into a way for modifying smarts, looks, and athleticism, then the usage of this technology may make a turn for the worse.

Designing babies could potentially alter every life into a healthy one., cure people of genetic diseases before they are even born, and further scientists’ understanding of the human genome. According to Medical News, “Through genetic manipulation…lifespans could, in fact, be doubled, and offspring would also enjoy better health…” (Zoppi 4). Not only would the average lifespan be improved, but the global citizens would also be able to lead more healthy and active lives. Suicide rates may drop due to the happier nature of the people, and the risk of cancer would most certainly be decreased. For the global population to become happier, one step that baby designing has taken is lowering risks of genetic diseases and disorders, “With genetic diseases and disorders, “With…technique…CFTR-gene can be defected and repaired…” (Science Daily, 3). Ever since CRISPR-CAS9 started being used in 2012, an array of gene-linked diseases have been cured including the life-threatening sickle cell anemia, cystic fibrosis, Duchenne muscular dystrophy, and cancer. Since we have ample technology, children could avoid suffering from such disorders. Simply, babies could be cured before being born.

Lastly, designing babies and editing genes would help scientists understand the human genome better. According to the National Human Genome Research Institute, “By changing a single gene…observe how these changes affect…human health” (NIH 4). By editing human genes, doctors and scientists can gain experience and knowledge on how to treat such diseases. In conclusion, gene editing for babies should be allowed as a treatment for gene-linked diseases, and as a way for scientists to better understand genes.

However, every coin has two faces. Designer babies should be allowed, but with some limitations. It is essential to sometimes question whether the future should be placed in the hands of the “genetically valid.” In the 1997 film, Gattaca, society is made up of “genetically valid” and “genetically invalid” people. The “valids” get high-earning jobs because they have favorable characteristics. Meanwhile, “invalids” do not “qualify” for the same roles as the “valids.”

If the Homo sapiens go too far with baby editing, the future world may end up as if the Nazis had taken over. “Desirable,” would be a direct reference to Hitler’s blonde, blue-eyed Aryans.

All in all, designer babies are a controversial new technology. While there are some concerns from the science community, gene-editing could change the world as we know it in a positive way if there are regulations put in place.

History’s Chronicles: The Mukden Incident Part 1 (by William)

September 18, 1931

Bao was running like he never had before. Flashes of red and yellow illuminated the hazy sky, as the deafening roars of artillery propelled his legs to pump faster. If he could just make it to that Manchurian meadow…


One day before...September 17, 1931

Cocka-doodle-do! The warbling rooster’s cry resounded into the early morning air. On the Li Family Farm, 15-year-old Bao stirred. The sun peeked out behind the clouds, shining its warm rays onto the earth below. A wide expanse of yellow-green greeted Bao as he stepped out the door. Tomorrow would be harvest day, and his family would enjoy a big meal of eggs, sorghum, and beans. It would be the most we ate in a long time. Even Da Huang, the family dog, would snack on a share. Breathing in the fresh Manchurian air, Bao wondered about class with Mr. Wei.

“Oh, no, I’m going to be late!” Bao suddenly hollered. He opened the farm gate, dashing as fast as he could. “Bye ma! Bye ba!” He dictated, guiding himself down the familiar path

“Bye, Bao! Come back early!” Called a groggy Mrs. Li.

 The 5-mile-path south to Mr. Wei’s home in a nearby village seemed endless. Mr. Wei was the local history teacher. Bao always wondered how Korea was annexed by Japan, as the Yalu River wasn’t too far from his own home in Liaodong. Mr. Wei, the local village teacher, always refused to answer the question.

“The history behind that is too painful.” Mr. Wei replied.

Bao ran on the dirt path in his dusty flats, past great plots of farmland and gentle rolling hills. Fields had yellowed with harvest season, and trees hung heavy with juicy fruit.

He skidded to a halt in front of his teacher’s home. To his dismay, Mr. Wei didn’t seem to be present.

“Come in, come in!” Commanded Mrs. Wei.

“Mr. Wei will be back in just in a minute. In the meantime, please be seated. Would you like some tea, Bao?” Mrs. Wei’s murmuring almost sounded like a works to a lullaby.

“Yes, please.” Bao responded. He was feeling exhausted after his 5-mile run to the Wei family home anyways. Mrs. Wei brought out the simmering liquid from the wooden kitchen. Bao took the cup gratefully. Upon taking a sip of the drink, his taste buds burst with enjoyment. The tea quickly traveled en route to his stomach, warming his insides against the cool Manchurian morning. Bao had almost forgotten his love for green tea.

As Bao emptied the tea cup, he saw Mr. Wei appear in the doorway.

“Ah, Bao, sorry for arriving so tardy. I was conducting business earlier today in Dalian.” Mr. Wei began apologetically.

“Dalian?! That’s 45 kilometers south of here!” Bao chortled.

“Yes, dear pupil. Let’s get to our lesson now. We will be studying a classic, The Creation of the Gods…

 

3 hours later…

“So, dear disciple, you now know how Danji charmed her way into King Zhou’s court,” babbled Mr. Wei.

“Yes, I do, teacher. I will see you tomorrow at noon.” Bao thankfully turned to leave.

“Bao, stay for a moment,” Mr. Wei muttered.

“Yes, teacher?” Bao inquired.

“I have a serious matter to discuss with you.”

Fearing the worst, Bao wheeled around to face his teacher, only to see that Mr. Wei’s expression was hard, hard as a stone.

“Please do,” Bao replied uncertainly.

Mr. Wei sighed and muttered, “Bao, you are one of my brightest students. I want you, and I understand if you refuse, but would you join me on an espionage mission?”

Bao’s palms started sweating, “W-what mission, teacher?”

Mr. Wei sighed yet again and began whispering, “You know the business I was doing early today in Dalian? Well, I met up with an organization called the Sons of the Dragon. I heard from my Korean friend, Hwang Beom-Yeo, that a few battalions of the Japanese Kwantung Army in Korea mysteriously crossed the Yalu River last night.”

Mr. Wei lowered his voice, anxiously scanning the hilly Manchurian grassland. His voice was so quiet, one could hear the rustling of the nearby meadow. “The Sons of the Dragon is a resistance group against crime and Japanese rule. I am in it – so is my wife. We are a group of Chinese and Korean resistance fighters. Yesterday, our movement captured a few Japanese Nakajima fighter-bombers. If you agree to join, we will take off from a local Sons-of-the-Dragon-controlled airfield early tonight, and land in Baoshanzhen to observe the Kwantung army. The flight will take a little more than an hour. Are you in?”

Bao thought about the Kwantung Army. But then he recalled his family and his beautiful homeland. Turning to Mr. Wei, Bao dictated resolutely, “Yes, I’m in.”

“Perfect, meet me here at sunset tonight,” Replied Mr. Wei, smiling. As Bao ran home. He thought whether he should tell his parents about his little adventure-to-be.

“No, I shall not. For they will worry about me.” The words burst succinctly out of his larynx. No. He would meet Mr. Wei at sunset.

Ode to Failure (by William)

In one life,
there is always some strife.
We call it failure,
to which happiness and determination is the best cure.
As you see,
failure can be a key.

Failure can make you frown,
when it propels you down.
Don’t worry,
Just hurry –
to go and right your wrong.

When failing, get back up -
don’t settle as the runner-up.
You can fly high and far,
or buy a little cot.
So, why not?
You’ll be taking the lead,
and you’ll be content (that’s all you need).

Life is full of Gumps,
and un-Gumping yourself takes time and isn’t fun.
You see,
failure is a key.

If from mistakes you never learn,
you’ll forever be stuck like a genie in an urn.

But will you succeed?
From Dr. Seuss, “98 and ¾ percent guaranteed.”