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“So then- what? We just all give up and die? Throw ourselves into the meat grinder and feed biocubes to the flowers?”
<span class="mu-b">”Of course not. I am referring to something more fundamental then that. The perfect living thing- then- is something evolutionary designed to live and breed and succeed, and yet only feels bliss. Only feels joy- sexual or euphoric or otherwise- at all time and in all ways. Somehow designed to feel wonder and orgasm in every thing, with any survival instinct either scrubbed away, or somehow modified into an instinct that cannot evolve into precedence over its primary drive of experiencing pleasure. I was always impressed by the Hegemony's breeding program, you know- but the Jaxtians are a big part of the problem. Damn nature lovers- too greedy and self obsessed to allow such an anti-evolutionary trait to become standard...”</span>
“Yuan- what you're talking about... it sounds like nonsense.”
<span class="mu-b">”No, it's very simple. The Hazaar are very adaptable with their genome- I wanted to breed them- but the revelation of the Aristocrats and their incredible biotechnology make this even easier. Don't you see? We just need to make this perfect thing- a creature who can only experience pleasure. Experiencing endless pleasure from birth until death; no desire for movement beyond what grants it food and water, no desire for power or control except to breed- not joyful distractions from the tedium, but the pleasure itself is the tedium. Imagine living in constant orgasm.”</span>
“You'd whittle down all of life into a constant sex fest. Constant dopamine reward with no barrier to entry leads to ennui. There cannot be pain without pleasure. Creatures like that couldn't survive- they would be destroyed by predators and rivals seeking their resources. They couldn't protect them.”
<span class="mu-b">”Underneath the Hegemony, they could. Just imagine it, the state creating and arranging your paradise. Changing the biochemistry of its subject to make them love whatever critically important role they need. Are you a pilot? You feel a rush of orgasm for every enemy fighter destroyed. Technician? Your machines are like your lovers- you want to rub and kiss and smell the lubrication and motor oils- predisposed to them as one is to their biological mate. State Philospher? For guiding society- ruling- deciding when and how these stations are made; you are awarded. It's the circlejerk of the universe- an endless recursive loop of anti-pain. It's upotia. The genes already exist- they just need to be altered and slotted into place. This is what our baby is for, Sunshine, the hyper-genius with the people skills and technical skills to make it happen! And perhaps the first test subject- I wonder how effect a Supreme Ruler would be if every time he ruled and commanded- he came!”</span>
“Yuan- yuck! Stop! This is disgusting!”
<span class="mu-b">”Disgusting? That's your love gene! That's all your <span class="mu-i">love</span> is!"</span>
