I'm a stranger in a strange land, longing for home, longing for blue skies, white clouds and trees that whisper my name.
8.30.2007
What He Really Said . . .
"Sweetheart, I keep tellin' ya. You're cute, really. And I don't care if you're not that smart. It's that wacky hair of yours. It's almost like ya got two heads."
I'm an urban fantasy author with Harper Voyager, and I now have two novels under my belt. (Hurrah!) Afterlife and Feast are available for purchase just about anywhere and either one of them will temporarily make you forget about doing laundry, cleaning the bathroom or paying your bills. I love writing scary/romantic stories and I firmly believe in HEAs. I'm an animal lover and a tree-hugger and I sometimes forget that I'm wearing my PJs until I go outside to get the mail.
It sounds like it's straight out of Vanilla Sky or Minority Report.
Apparently a company named New Line Genetics wants to add you to their library. They'd like to purchase the patent to your DNA and they're willing to pay you $5,000.
To me, the creepiest part of their "Sell My DNA" Web page is the testimonial by a couple who sold their DNA to start a college fund for their twin daughters.
Talk about an identity crisis.
So, my question of the week is this: Would you sell your DNA for $5000?
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