I am working on a project involving a prohibition on issuing patents on human organisms. The idea that one human being could possibly lay a claim to the unique invention of another human being is absurd. It doesn’t pass even the most basic level of legal scrutiny, otherwise known as the “ha ha test”. But because we will vigorously defend our right to embrace absurdity if it is profitable enough, we have to enact a law telling people not to do something they actually cannot do in the first place.
As it is, researchers may “create” human beings and are free to exploit them with impunity. And they do. For the sake of the greater good, human organisms are infused with diseases, disassembled for research and even bred with animals. Once they have served their utilitarian function, they are summarily discarded as human waste. Researchers may not be able to secure a patent on their tiny “inventions”, but for all intents and purposes they own their human subjects and treat them accordingly.
Of course this all takes place in sterile facilities under the supervision of people in white coats with lots of letters after their names so it must be okay, right?
What goes through scientists’ minds when they watch human life appear before their eyes? Does it ever become mundane? Do they feel any sadness when they toss the remains of their tiny creations in the biomedical trash heap?
Do they ever think, even if just for a second, that they might meet their experiments in heaven one day?