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Amazing isn’t it? In all human history only one person has ever undeniably and inescapably predicted the future.
Predicted the tanks, machine guns, the mustard gas shells of WWI. Predicted the Manhattan Project, Hiroshima, Nagasaki, Chernobyl, the Cold War of Mutually Assured Destruction. Predicted Agent Orange, DDT, sheep cloning, genetic engineering of agricultural products. Biological warfare. Thalidomide babies.
And who was it? Nostradamus? Nah. He never predicted anything anyone could understand.
The prophetess was Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley. Married poet Percy Shelley even though he was married to another woman. Stayed married to him long enough so’s the wife #1 suicided, so she had him all to herself.
And in 1817 wrote the novel, Frankenstein. The book that understood what would happen when you turned human beings loose on something as dangerous as science.
Amazing. Predicted the Doctor Frankenstein hidden inside the human psyche would emerge when egomaniac academians piddle around in scientific laboratories.
Sarcastic Science, she would like to know,
In her complacent ministry of fear,
How we propose to get away from here
When she has made things so we have to go
Or be wiped out. Will she be asked to show
Us how by rocket we may hope to steer
To some star off there, say, a half light-year
Through temperature of absolute zero?
Why wait for Science to supply the how
When any amateur can tell it now?
The way to go away should be the same
As fifty million years ago we came—
If anyone remembers how that was
I have a theory, but it hardly does.