I have not gone emo. Merely pondering. Pondering. Science. Science is eventually going to become advanced enough to do the impossible. Stuff like cell regeneration, gecko style. I shudder to think of an erstwhile sheep molester scuttling rapidly away from an animal as his member wriggles around on the ground after being kicked. Yes, try and get THAT picture out of your mind.
Among other things, it’ll probably let us control our emotions. If they’re just chemicals in our brains, they’re likely to be found out sooner or later. Some geek in a science lab will hunt down and put a harpoon through the wild beast that is anger. Lust will be tazered and tied up with nylon rope. Will love too be shot and tied to the roof of an SUV?
I saw this comic a while ago. Sad.
I don’t think it’s by the original author of the strip, but it’s still pretty damn effective. This is the kind of strip that makes grown men cry. This makes the Holocaust look like that incident in kindergarten when the big kid stole your lollipop.
What would be the point of having any of those emotions if we were able to control them? Why go through the heartache of love when you can pop a pill and instantly make the next person you see your soul mate? Hell, imagine if you got roofie’d a love pill or accidentally took an anger capsule. Besides all the good things that could happen, there are just too many WTF implications stemming from it. What the hell do we do now?