Does it ever weird anyone else out that we’ve basically genetically engineered dogs into emotional support creatures?
Like, let’s say some company announces that they’ve successfully engineered a new type of pet called a wubsy. They took genetic material from all the cutest animals, making what is essentially dog/cat/quokka hybrid that has been designed to love humans and do their bidding. Takes off like a rocket ship, everybody has to have the new designer pets that come in all sorts of colors. Videos show up of them doing the cutest stuff, kissing and hugging people, while working tirelessly to appease us. We feel love for them, but what can they feel for us, if they cannot feel otherwise? If one ever does anything harmful to people, they just kill it.
This kind of relationship seems oddly creepy to me, and yet it seems we’ve all just accepted it.
feels like they have stockholm syndrome, or perhaps it’s more akin to that Simpsons episode where everyone has to be happy or else Bart will mess them up with telepathic powers. All the dogs are like “happy thoughts! happy thoughts! don’t upset them! Look, I wag my tail! See?? happy!”
Ok so this comment is wild so bear with me
Does it ever weird anyone else out that we’ve basically genetically engineered dogs into emotional support creatures?
Like, let’s say some company announces that they’ve successfully engineered a new type of pet called a wubsy. They took genetic material from all the cutest animals, making what is essentially dog/cat/quokka hybrid that has been designed to love humans and do their bidding. Takes off like a rocket ship, everybody has to have the new designer pets that come in all sorts of colors. Videos show up of them doing the cutest stuff, kissing and hugging people, while working tirelessly to appease us. We feel love for them, but what can they feel for us, if they cannot feel otherwise? If one ever does anything harmful to people, they just kill it.
This kind of relationship seems oddly creepy to me, and yet it seems we’ve all just accepted it.
And we surgically prevent them from having the ability to reproduce because it makes them more pleasant to be around.
feels like they have stockholm syndrome, or perhaps it’s more akin to that Simpsons episode where everyone has to be happy or else Bart will mess them up with telepathic powers. All the dogs are like “happy thoughts! happy thoughts! don’t upset them! Look, I wag my tail! See?? happy!”
oopsie wubsy :3