/sci/ - Science & Math

Hey /sci/, what happens if a baby is developed enough to be born before the 9 month period? And what would happen if you waited anyway?

My mother recently told me that her doctor recommended she deliver me 7 months in because I ready (not premature or anything, I don't really know what the fuck, is that even possible?) but she continued to carry me for the full 9 month period.

Any effects this might have? I know when I was out I had enough strength in my neck to hold my head up and look around.

Any help, /sci/?

I was wondering about something, /sci/, something that I know nothing about to make a educated judgement, theory or guess on.

Say, hypothetically, that the human race was reduced down to one man and one woman and that the burden of repopulating the human race was upon them; would it actually be possible? So lets say they have two children, luckily one being a boy and other a girl, then they'd have sex and we'd result in incest, surely? There's no way to avoid it.

I know NOTHING about genetics or biology for that matter (don't deal with soft sciences, trololol yeah yeah yeah blah blah). But I hear of incest sex and their babies having a high chance of deformity etc? True, false?

You tell me, /sci/, would it work?

Who gives a shit about killing babies?
The well being and happines of an adult human is always more important than that of a baby. Babies don't have dreams and hopes and loved ones, hell they aren't even smarter than dogs until they are few years old, and even then, they are stupid as fuck.

The only reason we tend to care about babies any way is the fact that we have evolved to do so, without the biologial programming, babies would be treated like the worthles parasitic shitstains they are.
Reproduction is inherently disadvantegeous for the individual, as it robs energy and time to the purpose of raising just another vessel for your genes, but so what if it has your genes in it, what does it matter.
You aren't your genes, and the world ends anyway when you die, for you atleast, because of this, I for one, don't give two shits about the future generations, and intend to spend my time on earth entertaining myself, indulging in the pleasures of life and perpehaps pursuing immortality.

It is not our problem if our grandchildren have to live in post apocalyptic world, only thing they share with you is your genes, and once again, I'll have to ask, does it matter?

These things.
I hate them. They discust me on so many levels. Their very physiology has developed in such way that adult humans will find them cute and will try to take care of them. Their mere apparence manipulates adults to tolerate their parasitic, and discusting ways and their behavior endears adults so that they ignore the blatantly selfish and amoral behavior of these little sociopathick creatures.

The thing that most angers me is the fact that, altough I realise the blatant manipulation that they use on adults, I still am unable to ignore it, and because of that I am reduced to a babling idiot making funny faces around these things to amuse them.

My inability to resist this direct manipulation is infuriating.
So /sci/, tell me wht you think about these crap and vomit spewing, screaming little maggots, that people call babies?

>babby hate general.

TIME PARADOX FOR /sci/

A baby in born in New York, and is immediately flown via supersonic jet to LA in 1 hour. Landing in LA, he no longer exists because he arrived there 2 hours before he was born!

Month One: Mommy, I am only 8 inches long, but I have all my organs. I love the sound of your voice. Every time I hear it, I wave my arms and legs. The sound of your heart beat is my favorite lullaby.

Month Two: Mommy, today I learned how to suck my thumb. If you could see me, you could definitely tell that I am a baby. I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though. It is so nice and warm in here.

Month Three: You know what Mommy, I'm a girl!! I hope that makes you happy. I always want you to be happy. I don't like it when you cry. You sound so sad. It makes me sad too, and I cry with you even though you can't hear me.

Month Four: Mommy, my hair is starting to grow. It is very short and fine, but I will have a lot of it. I spend a lot of my time exercising. I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes, and stretch my arms and legs. I am becoming quite good at it too.

Month Five: You went to the doctor today. Mommy, he lied to you. He said that I'm not a baby. I am a baby Mommy, your baby. I think and feel. Mommy, what's abortion?

Month Six: I can hear that doctor again. I don't like him. He seems cold and heartless. Something is intruding my home. The doctor called it a needle. Mommy what is it? It burns! Please make him stop! I can't get away from it! Mommy!! HELP me!! No...

Month Seven: Mommy, I am okay. I am in Jesus' arms. He is holding me. He told me about abortion. Why didn't you want me Mommy? We would have been so happy together.