If
we don't use genetic engineering to sculpt designer minds and outrun our
silicon friends- then what will the citizen
of 2050 look like? A slimmer version of this article appeared in WIRED
5.10 in October 1997.
"It
was a dark and stormy night and the rain fell in torrents--except at occasional
intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up
the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along
the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that
struggled against the darkness."
So
goes a famous line from the excretable novel Paul Clifford (1830)
by Bulwer-Lytton. Every year,
San Jose University sponsors a contest to match, nay exceed, the purple
prose of master Bulwer-Lytton. If you think you can stand one more amateurish
entry (which by the way did not win, place or show) try clicking here.
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