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Man or Mouse?

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‘A group of American and Canadian biologists is debating whether to recommend conducting stem cell experiments that would involve creating a human–mouse hybrid.’
‘Is the world ready for a man–mouse?’ New York Times 28.11.02

Gil: Are you a man or a mouse?
Hackenbush: You put a piece of cheese down there and you’ll find out.
A Day at the Races, 1937

The Press Conference

(Enter Dr Richard Rodent, Chief Biologist, Project Minnie. He is wearing a white lab coat and little round spectacles, as well, of course, as shoes and socks. He sports an obligatory pointy beard and is nibbling on a cheese sandwich.)

Dr Rodent: Good morning ladies and gentlemen – and any other species combinations present today. Let’s keep this brief can we?

Mr Pressman: Dr Rodent, sir. Do you think the world is ready for a man–mouse?

Dr Rodent: I’ve no idea. Perhaps. Who’s ever really ready for a man–mouse?

Mr Pressman: But since news of your experiments was leaked to the Journal of Bizarre Hybrids, the world as we know it has been caught in the grip of mass-media-fuelled hysteria…

Dr Rodent: So what’s new?

Mr Pressman: The public are panic buying. Stores have run out of cheese.

Dr Rodent: A cheese shortage? Oh my God! We’re doomed!

Mr Pressman: The scientific community is in hiding.

Dr Rodent: Have you checked the labs? You guys never check the labs.

Mr Pressman: The White House is said to have moved to the highest state of ‘no comment’. Doctor, sir, doesn’t all this manipulated hysteria suggest that the world is not ready for the man–mouse?

Dr Rodent: Do I look like a pollster to you? What do you think I’m wearing this white coat for? Fashion? I’m a man of science. It’s just unfortunate that science is not an exact science. Believe me, I never wanted to leak the story. You think I enjoy reading these ‘MouseMan’ headlines? They’re painful. ‘Of Mice and Men’. ‘The MiceMan Cometh’. I mean come on! I hoped to keep Project Minnie a secret. But no. They had to put the screws on me, didn’t they? They had to force me to expose Minnie to the world. Science is no longer a gentleman’s profession. Nowadays it’s nothing but publicity, publicity, publicity. God, it’s sickening.

Ms Journo: Precisely Doctor. Ordinary people are calling Project Minnie ‘the sickest thing in science since that news last week about those sicko face transplants’. Is your average normal middle-of-the-road law-abiding unscientific taxpayer who just wants to walk the streets without being attacked by a MouseMan right to be disgusted by you and your profession?

Dr Rodent: Sure, why not?

Mr Newsboy: Dr Rodent, most of us in this room used to sleep through science classes. But can you tell us morons exactly how this man–mouse thing began?

Dr Rodent: Well, I’ll try. Myself and a few friends were messing around with some stems one night, throwing unmarked cells into petri dishes and betting on what weird chimeras would emerge, when someone happened to mention how attractive Minnie Mouse is. Those long eyelashes. Those polka-dot dresses. Are you keeping up so far? So you know, one thing led to another, there were some mouse blastocysts lying around, nice-looking blastocysts, you know, a lot of pluripotential … what ya gonna do?

Ms Journo: That sounds sick!

Dr Rodent: You had to be there, I guess.

Mr Anchorman: Doctor, can you tell us more about what MouseMan will look like?

Dr Rodent: No one knows for sure. The smart money says some kind of cross between Mickey and Hercule Poirot. I’m guessing he’ll be a bit different from your average Joe. You’re not going to meet this guy on the subway, you know what I mean? Although you might see him scuttling around the tracks. There are various combinations possible.

Ms Tabloid: Freak combinations? How sick are we talking here? Real sick?

Dr Rodent: Well, I already mentioned Poirot … Look, you saw Cats didn’t you? No one thought that was sick … not many people anyway … alright lots of people. But the point is that millions of tone-deaf audiences across the globe lapped it up, like milk on a saucer. These people have nothing to fear from MouseMan – so long as Lloyd-Webber keeps his distance. He could just be a regular mouse, but with a human brain – what we call a rodendus einsteinus. He could be a human who really likes his cheese – like José Bové, although with smaller whiskers. Or he could be a human in all sexual senses, but with a mouse anatomy – what we call a homo ratboy.

Mr Shorthand: I beg your pardon?

Dr Rodent: In other words, a mouse with human sperm. Or a girl mouse with human eggs – like a mousette. Exciting, huh? We could get whole colonies of these things growing around the world. We could rival Disney. Theme parks in California, Florida, Paris, Tokyo – anywhere.

Ms Journo: So will MouseMan and Mousette reproduce? And if so, what will they reproduce?

Dr Rodent: Well, my colleagues and I hope to see the day when two happily married mice can settle down and start a family – a human family.

Mr Newsboy: You mean a guy can grow up with mice as parents?

Dr Rodent: Pretty much. We’ll need bigger cages of course – especially if it is a large litter. And giant traps in case things turned nasty.

Mr Anchorman: They’d be kept in cages, with the mice?

Dr Rodent: You think I’d separate a child from its parents? What kind of sicko do you take me for?

Mr Pressman: Excuse me, Doc. Now I’m no expert, but aren’t there certain biological obstacles against a mouse giving birth to an eight-pound human? I’m having trouble imagining here.

Dr Rodent: Well, like you say, you’re no expert. Stick to what you know, pencil.

Ms Social: But what about the social implications? What are you doing to our otherwise healthy societies?

Dr Rodent: This is science lady. You know the arguments: we do it because we can; you can’t stop human progress; did worry for society stop Oppenheimer? yada-yada-yada. Personally I’ve just got a thing for mice. I can’t help myself.

Ms Ethics: Er, hello? Are you saying you aren’t concerned about the ethical implications?

Dr Rodent: What ethical implications? I want my MouseMan! That’s all that matters here. It’s not my problem you’re so insecure you can’t handle the idea of a mouse who scores higher than you in an arithmetic test. Some of us don’t feel at all threatened by comparative chromosome sequencing. Besides, am I the only one thinking of the mouse here? Why should the mouse be denied the use of a human brain? You think Jerry would have gotten the better of Tom all those times if he thought like a real mouse? He’d have been digesting in Tom’s belly before you could say ‘Let’s sue Warner Bros’. Now think people, think. Surely you’re not scared of Jerry the Mouse?

Ms Ethics: No, but I am scared of Itchy.

Dr Rodent: Itchy? Never heard of the bloodthirsty psychopath.

Ms Ethics: But Doctor Rodent, you’re talking about mice who reproduce human beings! Surely you can admit that’s a bit weird?

Dr Rodent: Not at all. A couple of scientifically engineered mice can’t be worse parents than the kind of jerks we’ve got bringing up kids these days. I’m sure most kids would love to have two mice to call Mom and Dad. Two loving mice who let their child run on their wheel with them. You think our children don’t deserve that kind of loving? It breaks my heart.

Mr Democratic Party Chairman: Will MouseMan be allowed to run for President? And if so, can you have him ready for 2004?

Dr Rodent: I’ll do my best. Let’s talk policy.

END

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Dominic Hilton

Dominic Hilton was a commissioning editor, columnist and diarist for openDemocracy from 2001-05.

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