Friday, 3 August 2012

11AM, July the 14th, The Future

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I landed this job after exploring many unyielding avenues. As synthetic biology became more and more commonplace, everybody flooded all the universities that taught it in the hopes that they could strike gold by starting or joining a synthbio company that would produce something that would replace or augment existing things or create something new and world-changing. This turned out to be a very fruitful avenue for the first few generations of graduates, but then the unemployment sky-rocketed as the well of novel ideas started to run dry and no new jobs were on the horizon. A synthetic biology diploma was about as good as a job application for a fast-food joint. At least you’d know all about the intricacies of the production of the synthetic meat burgers you’re flipping and about the genetic modifications of the plants that they use to make the oil for your fries. That’s how graduates like me (who were actually interested in the concept of synthbio itself, not just enamoured with promises of riches) ended up doing menial jobs. Even with all this cheap food, I still needed someone to give me the money to afford it.

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