Hey Nostradamus! By Douglas Coupland
Hey Nostradamus! By Douglas Coupland
Hey Nostradamus! By Douglas Coupland
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"Why on earth would I want to do that?"<br />
"Jesus, Barb. It's Kent's memorial. You have to do something." This was not strictly true, but I'd pushed<br />
a guilt button.<br />
"You're right."<br />
She went outside and joined a trio of Kent's friends with Reg. I stood nearby so I could hear their<br />
conversation.<br />
Barb said, "Reg, I'm glad you could come."<br />
"Thank you for inviting me."<br />
Barb turned to Kent's friends. "What were you guys talking about?"<br />
"Cloning."<br />
Barb said, "This Dolly-the-sheep thing must be raising a few eyebrows."<br />
One friend, whose name was Brian, said, "You better believe it." He asked my father, "Reg, do you<br />
think a clone would have the same soul as its parent, or perhaps have a new one?"<br />
"A clone with a soul?" Dad rubbed his chin. "No. I don't think it would be possible for a clone to have a<br />
soul."<br />
"No soul? But it would be a living human being. How could it not . . . ?"<br />
"It would be a monster."<br />
Another friend, Riley, cut in here: "But then what about your twin grandsons? They're identical, so when<br />
the embryo splits, technically, one nephew is the clone of the other. You think that one of them has a soul<br />
and one doesn't?"<br />
Barb, trying to lighten things, said, "Talk about monsters - if I miss feeding time by even three minutes,<br />
then I become Ripley, and they become the Alien."<br />
Reg wrecked this attempt at cheeriness. He'd obviously been thinking hard, his face sober like a bust of<br />
Abraham Lincoln. "Yes," he said, "I think you might have to consider the possibility that one of the boys<br />
might not have a soul."<br />
Silence. All the real smiles turned fake.<br />
"You're joking," said Riley.<br />
"Joking? About the human soul? Never."<br />
Barb turned abruptly and walked away. The three guys stood there looking at Reg. Then Barb returned<br />
with one of the wooden folding chairs, holding it sideways like a tennis racket.<br />
"You evil, evil bastard. Never ever come back to this house, ever."<br />
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