I want a new Arms race. Let us invent protection, and let us disinvent harmseeking. The Taser is a step in the right direction, but it is easily abused. The technology imagined in Damon Knight’s “Rule Golden” SEEMS impossible, but much less impossible than when Knight dreamed it up, around the time I was born. I hope he will prove to be prescient on that score.

Then there are branches, the arms of trees. They take away the Cee from Cee-Oh-Two, and we continue breathing. Plant Earth, Friends! Race you the world round!

Words:

Perhaps it is correct to hug a tree
Lay down our arms or drop them in the sea
And grow a hateless horde with hearts that soar
Now let us uninvent the col de mort
‘Tis tantamount to Lazarus, Come Forth