With Misery and Existence for All

The death of my creator resonated within me for years. A desolate, lonely creature, my life had no meaning or value. I trudged back to my home in the solitude of the European woods. Each day I spent aloof from civilization and no longer searched for a nonexistent clue that would lead me to beauty. I surrendered my desire to become a part of the society that had so cruelly rejected me. Upon such circumstances, I acted as any creature declared an outcast would do: I read scholarly books and studied the expanding field of science.

I read deeply into these books and, as the years passed, science became incredibly advanced- more so than Victor Frankenstein could have ever imagined. Among these advancements came bioengineering. One of the most recent developments of bioengineering is human cloning. The more I read about this subject the more opposed I felt towards it. Human cloning is an atrocity that must be stopped.

At first glance, I saw nothing but promise in this emerging field. An application of all types of engineering to biology and medicine, it appeared harmless in my initial studies. Scientists can use therapeutic cloning to produce stem cells (Ham) and produce specific human organs. Cloning could also be used for curing infertility (About Fertility). However, human cloning is also capable of blunders and producing human life on an assembly line, of sorts. Obviously, this is a dangerous field in which vain humans assume God’s role and tinker with the very fabric of human life. The role of science is to explain the workings of the natural world (Loomis), not to master life. If it is not already evident from my personal account of how miserable mutant creations are, then I shall explain further.

Because the art of human cloning has yet to be corrected, often terrible abnormalities occur in the process. The atypical organism could not be discarded upon the scientist being even more unethical, and throwing human life away. Surely it would be subject to adversity and discrimination. In science’s fervent desire, cloning will surely move forward and scientists will disregard their �mistake’ clone. The scientists will continue their unethical work while the product of their errors lives.

In today’s vain society, life has grown more difficult for people that are not conventionally beautiful or handsome. Imagine, then, the existence of a completely hideous being. If you cannot fathom this, then I advise you to look at my life. My own creator contemplated, “Oh! no mortal could support the horror of that countenance. A mummy again endued with animation could not be so hideous as that wretch [me]” (Shelley 35). To have one’s own maker think such horrible thoughts is destructive beyond all imagination. I have been crushed both emotionally and physically because of my revolting physique, such as when, “Felix dashed me to the ground, and struck me violently with a stick. . . I saw him on the point of repeating his blow, when, overcome by pain and anguish, I quitted the cottage” (Shelley 91). I wish that no other being would have to feel the pain that overwhelms me every day of my life.

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