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aberrantangelsThe more I talk about Aeon, the more I'm probably going to make them sound like a bunch of control-freaks who are only prevented from running the entire world into the ground by the simple limitations of human (baseline and nova) neurophysiology, and who are incapable of benefitting anyone but themselves even by accident. This is specious and unfair, and I admit it.
Yes, my employers have a specific agenda for a "better world." Yes, all too often, this mainly means "better for Aeon" and leads to some nasty things being done to keep it that way. Yes, even when Aeon's interests converge with those of humanity at large, it leads to nasty (if somewhat justifiable) acts on the part of Proteus (the Division or the Project, inasmuchas there's a difference). And yes, as part of that agenda, Aeon's board of directors don't want anyone outside its employ to know about the strangeness that happened in the world between the Hammersmith Incident and N-Day. (One of the things I hope to do before I die is find out why that matters so much to them, even now that the weirdness is out in the open again.)
But sometimes, almost in spite of itself (it seems to those of us on the inside), Aeon does the right thing. (Occasionally, we even do it for the right reasons.) At the very least, the Society can generally be counted on to bring good ends out of its usual means. Two years ago today, for instance, the Triton Foundation, Aeon's medical research arm (not to be confused with the Triton Division in which I work -- as part of our public face, the Foundation is under Neptune), announced a gene-therapy treatment for prostate cancer and a genetic screening process that predicts, with 94% accuracy, whether a person will develop any of the common forms of cancer. By 2020, the condition should be a rarity at worst, a memory at best.
Of course, that and the Foundation's other medical miracles wouldn't be possible without the physiological data obtained from decades' study of eximorphic physiology. And, as I may have mentioned, I'm an accessory after the fact. It makes me feel like a Sonderkommando when I think about it too hard.
I think that's why this journal exists, and must exist. Clearing my consicence, so I can be sure I still have one.
Yes, my employers have a specific agenda for a "better world." Yes, all too often, this mainly means "better for Aeon" and leads to some nasty things being done to keep it that way. Yes, even when Aeon's interests converge with those of humanity at large, it leads to nasty (if somewhat justifiable) acts on the part of Proteus (the Division or the Project, inasmuchas there's a difference). And yes, as part of that agenda, Aeon's board of directors don't want anyone outside its employ to know about the strangeness that happened in the world between the Hammersmith Incident and N-Day. (One of the things I hope to do before I die is find out why that matters so much to them, even now that the weirdness is out in the open again.)
But sometimes, almost in spite of itself (it seems to those of us on the inside), Aeon does the right thing. (Occasionally, we even do it for the right reasons.) At the very least, the Society can generally be counted on to bring good ends out of its usual means. Two years ago today, for instance, the Triton Foundation, Aeon's medical research arm (not to be confused with the Triton Division in which I work -- as part of our public face, the Foundation is under Neptune), announced a gene-therapy treatment for prostate cancer and a genetic screening process that predicts, with 94% accuracy, whether a person will develop any of the common forms of cancer. By 2020, the condition should be a rarity at worst, a memory at best.
Of course, that and the Foundation's other medical miracles wouldn't be possible without the physiological data obtained from decades' study of eximorphic physiology. And, as I may have mentioned, I'm an accessory after the fact. It makes me feel like a Sonderkommando when I think about it too hard.
I think that's why this journal exists, and must exist. Clearing my consicence, so I can be sure I still have one.
