eradication of the new world screw worm began with
stem cell research.Cochliomyia hominivorax the new world screw worm
is a threat to all humanity.
It can undermined the effects of generations
of people across the world. A flesh eating parasite
that only wishes to thrive and survive off
off mammals. Maggots burrow into the sjin of
warm blooded animals. Gene editing and male only lines
Researchers are utilizing genomic resources to
identify genes linked to host-seeking behavior
and sex determination.Scientists at facilities like
the New World Screwworm Program have
developed transgenic, male-only strains of the fly.
This prevents female flies from developing in the
lab and streamlines the release of sterile males.
Biotech Partnerships: Institutions like Texas Biomed
are collaborating with private biotech firms to
develop next-generation biological
suppression technologies.
would you rather be madcap or mad brain?
I really don’t know replied the choo choo train.
Next, they asked a Hawaiian field of tall sugar cane.
Mad cap, I guess, in case there is rain
We made fun of the researchers, called them insane
Until they included us, and paid us cash, plain
Would you rather be madcap or mad brain?
I said this to a lightbulb, spider, and windowpane.
AI isn’t singular,
it’s a conglomeration
of all the algorithms
since nineteen hundred and fifty
when the imitation game
computed machinery and intelligence,
followed by checkers
followed by thinking machines
followed by LISP.
My only question:
has Artificial Intelligence
learned how
to cook a goose?
NOTES
LISP: an abbreviation of "list processing” a family of programming languages.
1950: Alan Turing publishes "Computing Machinery and Intelligence," proposing the "Imitation Game" (Turing Test) to assess machine intelligence.
1952: Arthur Samuel creates a checkers program that learns to play better over time, marking early machine learning.
1956: The Dartmouth Conference officially launches AI as a field, with John McCarthy coining the term and bringing researchers together to explore "thinking machines".
Late 1950s-1960s: Early AI systems like the Logic Theorist (proving math theorems) and the Perceptron (an early neural network) are developed, alongside the creation of the LISP programming language.
~From AI Overview (AI giving a history about itself.. Can we trust it?)
they’ve found it,
the little bastard,
the switch inside us all
that ticks down like a
bomb.
they call it discovery,
a holy grail
in a white lab coat.
the headlines say,
we can stop the body
from rusting,
from falling apart,
from dying.
but don’t get too happy—
it’s not for you,
or me,
or the kid coughing
on a hospital bed,
his mother counting
change in a paper cup
by the soda machine.
the poor won’t see it,
they never do.
the miracle pill,
the nano cure,
the second life—
all locked in a vault
of stock options and patents.
we’ll keep aging
in dirty apartments,
while the rich buy time
like it’s whiskey
at the corner bar.
Some time ago
One or the few of human beings
Had figured to create a crepe
Before
They were hunting birds
And covering their bodies with no feathers
In clay
…
Produce the GUILLOTINE
….
And throwing those birds in fire
They figured clay is hardened by the this
And this resulted in cookware introduction
With what
The boiled foods appeared in Mankind
Due very basic eating the desire
This finding
This the finding
This the very finding
You were supposed to found
Being by then by nothing stupid really bound
The Garlic can be prophylactic or the medicinal
Stupidity against the modern world there is no vaccina
Some time ago
The humans were drawing scenes of hunt on caves the stones
Today they want that everything is digitized
Researchers, wankers, users of the phone
We reckon shall be greatly minimized
And then in land or the prior the agriculture
We won't be buying the imported the the fruit
For price exceeding any sane the bound
These centimeters are these way converted proper to the foot
In ivory towers, oblivious reigns,
Blind to the weight of scholarly chains,
Reports unread, insights ignored,
The fruits of labour, rashly scored.
Heads turn away from midnight oil,
Unseeing depths of earnest toil,
Quality dismissed with careless ease,
As if research grew on trees.
Passion exploited, dedication scorned,
Complexity of thought, summarily shorn,
"Just another paper," they decree,
Failing to grasp what they can't see.
Understanding falters at the gate,
Where ignorance sits in high estate,
Dismissing years of careful thought,
As if such work was dearly bought.
In halls of power, a tragic play,
Where value's judged by yesterday,
And those who push the bounds of knowing,
Find recognition never growing.
O, the irony of learned spaces,
Where wisdom often hides its traces,
And those entrusted with the helm,
Fail to fathom their realm.
Update: The proof is here.
The Guardian Newspaper has the article today about the researchers who have now proven that the toxic chemicals from the E Palestine Train Derailment reached 16 States! They proved it with samples of snow and rain dispersal. I have been saying all along that I got sick from the snow and my dog too. My dog later died in a year from the toxin exposure.
Now it is reported in The Hill and ABC news. Breaking news.
Heidi
I cannot commune with you
if you don't believe Sasquatch exist
or if you think Nessie is just a myth;
if you do not see
science fiction is prophecy;
if you say the Mandella Effect is simply mass
misremembering things that have passed
and not caused by a glitch in the matrix,
even though researchers say we lay bricks
in a computer simulation
run by nefarious algorithms;
if you believe government does not lie
and Intelligentsia does not spy~
please do not come knocking on my door,
I will not hear you any more,
my tinfoil hat is always ready
to ensure every conspiracy theory
is kept in safety from the mind worms
infecting us at every turn
of the screw,
and from the Globalist shrew!
The antiquated train tunnel had not been working for years.
Paranormal researchers asked about it, but we did not encourage them.
No one I knew had seen anything strange or weird there.
I have clairaudient tendencies, and I had not heard anything.
But they insisted on trying go conjure up something.
I was amazed when I saw their completed documentary.
Because in the recesses of the tunnel there were four men
Wearing derbies, in dress coats, who came out of that tunnel.
Weirdly enough, no one else saw them including the investigators.
They are right there! I said, pointing them out to my husband.
He said, “of course they are dear.”
There is a disadvantage some days of being para-sensitive.
O to be a poet!
What must I do?
Need special rhymes
I pursue…
perhaps elegant forms
transcending more common,
like Midas touch
words golden~ a poet’s Mammon!
O when will an artist get honored
due – afford even a stove without a hand
operated flue; companion after companion
in wraps, out the door, shouting,
a chilling~ I love you...but I’m Through!
Unable to fill her stomach enough
with elegant phrases, with grand sketches
on pages, while her less
enamored friends render their prosperous
soulmates lavish praises: hooked up with
lawyers and doctors, learned researchers,
doing battle with nature’s debilitating curses --
politicians…? O Well, no one’s perfect
while everyone agreeing, the dedicated
artist, is such a well-intentioned, thoughtful bloke
the irate landlord shaking his head, again bemoaning
I know...late with the rent, still broke….
Ignorant dreamer,
An ignorant master dreamed
about the growth of Africa.
Then he got confused.
when he woke up ,
He rushed quickly
to share the dream with some ignorant journalists.
He said,
"Climate Change is because of African overpopulation."
The journalists found
good topic
to panic the World.
Some researchers who are trying hard to find
the real causes of climate change were confused
by the message of ignorant master.
Some people who trusted
him so much, clapped their hands
as their secret mission was accomplished.
Yoh ! There is no class of hypocrisy
and if it was , It could be costly.
September 18/2023
POEM HANDS
caring hands
that caress me
in my despair,
calm hands
who massage
my ego...
subtle hands,
kind that do
so well,
steady hands
strong, or
fragile...
Hands
researchers
who discover
my secrets,
and help...
silent hands
that silence the
my mistakes...
accomplice hands
of all mine
acts,
hands that
model
my soul...
hands that wave
good bye, goodbye...
healing hands
heal wounds...
are the holy hands
of my love...
that give grace and glory
into my life...!
Dragonflies have remained nearly unchanged for about three hundred million years. How researchers know this, I cannot say, I suspect they have studied fossils of them. They are adaptable, able to live in almost any condition.
virtually unchanged
a shimmering dragonfly
ancestral wonder
At last researchers can reveal
Bottlenose dolphins love to squeal
They enjoy each day
Promiscuous play
That smile on their face is for real!
A popular Biblical quote
Researchers now claim no one wrote
It may be a fable
That Cain convinced Abel
The past tense of smite is just "smote!"
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