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Originally Posted by Red Mile Style
Of corse those people can't feel anything, and that in itself is sad. That's too bad they never got to see a Flames game, kiss a boy/girl, swim in the ocean... breathe. The fact that they never had that chance to think, feel or serve a purpose is the problem here... not the reason.
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It is no more "sad" than the fact that a ROCK will never swim, see a Flames game, or kiss a girl. You have empathy for what these cells *might* become, not for what they are. I don't know if you fit in this category, but it scares me that
some people have more concern for the
potential of a glob of cells than for the dead chickens they eat and the cows they wear.
I have empathy for things that suffer. On the other hand, I don't waste my time crying about the little genius that *could* have been born, if only that poor fertility-challenged couple had chosen to implant a different blastocyst. And I don't see any difference between that and intentionally creating these things for scientific research. In fact, it's a bloody miracle that humans have become smart enough to do these things.