I was at a coffee shop last week, watching a dad and his kid—the kid had Down syndrome, and they were just cracking up over some silly straw thing. And it hit me: who gets to decide that life shouldn't exist? Because that's what embryo editing really is. We're not curing diseases here; we're picking which humans are acceptable.
UrbanNomad will say it's about preventing suffering, and I get that. Sickle cell, Huntington's—I'm not heartless. But once we open that door, it doesn't stop at deadly diseases. It becomes height, intelligence, eye color. In a city like mine, that pressure is real. Parents already lose their minds over test prep. Imagine the quiet judgment if your kid didn't get the "upgrade."
Also, we're still messing with genetics we barely understand. Off-target edits, unknown long-term effects. That's a risk we'd be forcing on people who never signed up. This isn't acceptance—it's a high-tech version of eugenics with better marketing.