A Bit of Mustard

Last night I dreamt that, during an Environmental Studies course, I wrote an entire paper about a world populated by sentient pigs (a bit of symbolism, that) who were so technologically advanced that they routinely cloned unconscious pig-bodies for themselves so that they could tranfer their consciousnesses into them when their current bodies entered advanced age. Through this method, they had achieved a sort of immortality.

The intent of the paper was to demonstrate the effect that individual mortality has on environmental policy - the point being, of course, that as long as people feel like they will die prior to major environmental degradation directly and substantially impacting their lives, they're generally perfectly content to pass the buck to the next generation, as it were.

I discarded the paper, however, when I realized that I couldn't reasonably claim that the ethical lives of sentient pigs would mirror human concerns.

And that is when I woke up, devastated.

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