The Death of Mankind
–The price of immortality —
June and Gregory looked out their back window in admiration. Their beautiful five year old boy, Reynold, arced through the air on his swing, his glistening blond hair trailing behind a gleeful smile. Holding each other tightly, their clasp held a deeper disturbing feeling.
They had tried for years to have a child and finally their hopes were answered. Their joy exploded at Reynold’s birth. But shortly thereafter, he was diagnosed with a genetic illness that, although not life-threatening, would leave him severely crippled. They couldn’t bear the thought of Reynold’s bright energetic face turned into mournful sadness.
That day they headed to a remote and tightly secured facility located in a wooded area two hours from their home. After going through several layers of security they entered a chamber filled with rows of bodies. In one glass topped container was the body of what appeared an exact replica of Reynold. June and Gregory could hardly catch their breath as they watched the monitors with its life signs. They fired one question after the other at their escort, who left them assured that Reynold’s clone was perfect, more so in fact, in that it contained no trace of Reynold’s genetic defect. It was Reynold they were assured, except that only basic body function signals were being processed by the brain’s stem. It was the perfect host for Reynold, like a living hard drive, newly formatted and ready to receive a major and dramatic living download.
The latest technology, they were assured, could download everything within Reynold’s brain and transfer all of that information to his clone. The result? – Their same Reynold, except now with a perfectly healthy body. Nothing would change, except they would have their precious son without the tragedy of a future so cruelly held before him.
That day had arrived and now their Reynold lay next to his clone. Although not a painful procedure, Reynold was put under to alleviate any unexpected motor effects from the transfer. The monitors exploded with activity as the download began. It wasn’t just a data transfer but a complete draining of neuronal information to the clone. Their old Reynold would be neurally emptied and then painlessly allowed to expire.
The transfer was much quicker than June and Gregory expected. Suddenly, the clone’s tube opened and with help from a lab assistant, their new Reynold stepped out. Tears came to June and Gregory’s eyes as he mouthed the words “Mom”, “Dad”.
They were bursting with joy as they quickly embraced Reynold. As they started out of the chamber June and Gregory stopped for one last look at the empty shell lying on the transfer table. His eyes were closed and he looked so peaceful. The staff said it would be no more than an hour before he would physically transpire. The monitor’s life signs were showing a slowing heartbeat and drop in temperature. As the doors swung closed behind them they couldn’t help but feel a tinge of apprehension. The clone counselors wanted their new Reynold to get right into the family setting as quickly as possible. Testing, they said, could wait until a certain adjustment period transpired.
Strapping Reynold into the car safety restraints, they couldn’t help but notice how Reynold seemed a bit detached. June drove while Gregory turned and made some playful gestures with Reynold. He responded, but something seemed amiss. After about a half hour of driving, Gregory was haunted by an unexplainable urge to turn around. Staring deeply into Reynold’s eyes, Gregory felt a constricting fear grab hold. “June, stop,” he yelled. After June slammed on the breaks, Gregory told her to talk to Reynold while staring deep into his eyes. June’s eyes grew wide as she turned and looked back to Gregory, with the same fear causing her throat to constrict. With tires squealing, they raced back to the lab. Insisting to be let back into the chamber, the security checkpoints seemed to take forever. The last door was opened and rushing in they were met by the sound of a low buzz and the flat-line on the monitor showing their Reynold was forever gone. They both screamed in agony, clutching each other as they dropped to their knees.
Like automatons, they walked solemnly back to their car and their clone. As they looked once again toward the back seat, the blank stare was still there. The hollowness welled up, knowing they were going home, not with Reynold, but with a machine. Although imperceptible, unexplainable, they knew the transfer had merely shifted electrons through space and time, but Reynold’s soul, his spirit, was left behind to die.
It was no accident that baby girl Eve was born on December 26, missing Christmas by only a day. Eve, whose makers claim she was cloned, is the first-born in what the Raelians, a UFO cult, believe will be a glorious brave new world.
The Raelians teach that human beings are clones of extraterrestrials: the Elohim, a word they say Jews and Christians wrongly translate as “God.” And just as cloning was the beginning of human life, so cloning is the key to human immortality. First, develop cloning to produce children. Second, speed up the growth process so that an adult can be cloned in a few hours. Third, transfer the mind of an aged or infirm person to the new, youthful clone—a process that we keep repeating forever, thereby giving ourselves eternal life.
Bizarre, you say? Laughable? The Raelians claim that they have successfully completed step one with baby Eve. They claim that more clones are due in a couple of months, and there’s a waiting list of two thousand people waiting to pay $200,000 each for a clone. –highlighted information taken off the internet–
For then shall be great tribulation, such as was not since the beginning of the world to this time, no, nor ever shall be. And except those days should be shortened, there should no flesh be saved: but for the elect’s sake those days shall be shortened. Matthew 24:21-22
Soulless cloned humans could spell the death of mankind. Without a soul, man becomes truly just a machine. These prospects could be another sign of our Lord’s soon return to this earth. Those days are shorter than most people think.
What can we do about these destructive conditions? Wherever we have a voice, we must stand against the massive tide of events that are anti-Christ. But, mainly, with the fires raging around us; with 6.8 billion people in the world and over 50 million deaths per year, we need to be engaged in trying to pull people out of the fire before it is too late.
Wherefore he saith, Awake thou that sleepest, and arise from the dead, and Christ shall give thee light. See then that ye walk circumspectly, not as fools, but as wise, Redeeming the time, because the days are evil. Ephesians 5:14-16