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Submitted: October 22, 2017

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Submitted: October 22, 2017






The speakers blared saying, “A new type of technology was discovered. Finally, after years of research. Please leave your current position and follow the crowd toward the lab.” I was sitting at my desk doing some paperwork from yesterday’s lab. We had researched the amount of light intensity needed for the most productive system of photosynthesis to work. As I heard the speaker, I looked as everyone was starting to walk fastly, nearly like running. I hesitated, but when someone told me that the first ones to come would be able to ask questions, I grabbed my paperwork and a pen. The distant crowd shouting rings to my ear, and the corner of my eye catches the “I wish it were me” smiles ignited from the crowd. As I enter everyone ignores my entrance, everyone is standing looking directly at the group. Everyone’s eyes are following the movements of the lips from the scientists. Next, a group of reporters enters, and that’s when the real noise started. Everyone started shouting their questions at the scientists; it sounded like a group of hyenas trying to laugh their way through to recognition. I knew from there on that it was going to be a long day.

But what was it they had discovered, you might ask. Well for years and years scientists have studied the rate and origins of evolution. So scientists started opposing questions like, “How do we control it?” This issue led scientists all over the world to begin to search for ways to manipulate human DNA, cells, etc. The institute I work at, J. Craig Venter Institute in San Diego, California, started studying the creation of a cell. With further research, they successfully created a synthetic cell. My brother (the founder of the institute), Craig Venter, started the idea and went forward with it to keep evolution at a steady pace. Evolution is the slow and continuous process that modifies an individual organism to ensure its survival. The team created the synthetic cell by using an artificial chromosome. Now with help from the synthetic cell, they can control evolution. Controlling evolution is the same as playing god because development is what ensures the survival of the human race. But managing it can also be a challenge because new ideas for modifications with continuously have to be found.

The next couple of days were chaotic. Newspapers and science magazines were posting the most empowering titles like “We will live as ‘Superhumans’ with the New Way of controlling Evolution” or “Goodbye to the Plain Life.” These were all good titles, but the fact that this innovation could lead to harm, made my body feel like it was rotting from inside out. One of the days I was walking to the lab to retrieve some results from some previous labs, as Craig grabbed my arm and said, “Heather, have you seen our new artifact? Finally, we can control evolution and easily remove any diseases.” I responded, “I heard. But do you think you should mess with the flow of evolution? It can result in fractures in our human race, if not kept at a steady pace.” He looked surprised and shouted, “You don’t wanna create superhumans that can become better than our time?! You better stay silent, we don’t need you in our process.” I quietly walked away; I knew that my silence wouldn’t last for long, it would eventually have to burst out.

The next day a press conference was set to happen, and luckily I had a seat and a note block filled with questions. I arrived early at the institute so that I could get one of the front seats. I could sense Craig’s anger as I entered the room, as he was standing on the stage, readying himself. About an hour after I had arrived, reporters started filling the room with their cameras and sharp mouths. I had prepared a series of questions that no one would forget. Finally, it was my turn to ask a question, and I said, “Are you sure that this technology will ensure only the safety of the human race? And how are you going to keep it at a steady pace? Because as you evolution supports the safety of organisms affected by it, and if an organism doesn’t keep evolving at a steady pace that fits the environment, then the organism is as good as dead. So how are you gonna ensure that we don’t get harmed by your failure to keep it at a steady pace properly?” The whole team looked surprised. You could see them recognizing the mistake they had made. Craig just looked mad, like he wanted to shout across the room. He sipped some water and said, “We are working on it.” I was furious, how could you just ignore the fact that the human race could get harmed if evolution is not measured at a steady and fitting pace. As I walked out, I could smell the shaming coming from the mouths of the very infuriating researchers.

I could only think about the problems of evolution, keeping it at a steady pace, and keeping humans alive. I considered how I could get my message out. Suddenly, it came to me as I was reading the news, I scrolled by an article about how bloggers get so much recognition. It struck me; I should make a blog and report my findings and ideas. I opened my laptop and found a website that allowed me to create a blog. My blog was called “Silent Sharer." I started writing my ideas for hours and hours. As I kept telling why evolution should happen at a steady pace, an idea came to me. How successful has growth been when it held at a steady pace? I needed evidence, and from there on my research started.

I had been off work for a couple of days because the primary focus was on the synthetic cell. I had been researching for hours and hours, when it struck me. As we know, evolution has stayed a steady pace since the beginning of it, so if we only use the technology for things like prosthetics and killing off diseases, along with recycling and polluting less, safety will be ensured. We won’t have to create new human features, but moderately improve the problems we currently have. I wrote all this on my blog and posted it in the middle of the night. Finally, a real idea filled with passion had formulated.

The next day I checked my blog, as I screamed. It read, “56,251 shares and 182,648 likes.” I immediately grabbed my car keys and drove to the institute. Everyone was talking about it, and they said, “Who is this ‘Silent Sharer’?” I promised that I would never reveal myself because I wanted to show that I didn’t do it for fame. I walked into Craig’s office, and he said, “Somebody agrees with your ideas. ‘Silent Sharer’ has shown me a different perspective on things, and I’m sorry for doubting you. And by the way I know it’s you” I smiled, with no response. The institute promised never to use it for modifications but rather for bettering certain things. Finally, someone heard my silent whisper coming from a kind heart that only wants what is best for the world. Evolution is in our control, but it will only be used for good doings and not for creating “Superhumans.”


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