To: hobo who wrote (3817 ) 1/29/2001 1:30:23 AM From: hobo Respond to of 82486 ROFLMAO This is why Steen Willadsen says that if you want to create people who are identical, cloning might actually be a bad way to do it. "It is retrograde to clone," he says, a little tongue-in-cheek. "There are other ways of making people identical. We can put them through the same schools and subject them to eight hours of TV every day. That works a lot better. Why do you think Americans are buying SUVs?" Resurrection and Messiahs From Montreal, it takes about an hour by highway and country roads to reach a huge white barn painted with the word "UFOLand." This is a home base for the Raelians - Clonaid's founders, and religious believers who teach that advanced extraterrestrial beings called Elohim landed in France in 1973 to meet aspiring race-car driver Claude Vorilhon. They changed Vorilhon's name to Rael, told him that humans are clones of the Elohim, and revealed that someday he will lead mankind into a blissful techno-utopian future. Rael was to be the last prophet, the end of the line that includes Moses, Jesus, Mohammed, and Buddha. I'm here on this gloomy, drizzly day, because the Raelians have announced that they have secured funding to clone the deceased 10-month-old of an American couple - making them, aside from Graeme Sloan's co-op, the only group or individual to publicly announce a human-cloning project. The Raelians are bouncing with optimism. Raelian Mark Proulx gives me a quick tour of UFOLand, a series of rooms with strange exhibits: There's a replica of the silver saucer Rael saw in 1973, an enormous amino-acid totem pole that models DNA, and a room dominated by a photograph of Rael that hangs over a short set of steps leading to a kind of stage. A silver cup sits under Rael's picture. It's a trophy: Third place in the 1997 Dodge Dealers of Connecticut Grand Prix. hmmmm perhaps speeding will no longer be illegalI'm taken into Rael's quarters, which look like the bedroom of a particularly neat 15-year-old with permissive parents. A series of photographs featuring a nude young woman - Rael's wife - hangs on the walls. At his desk are two computers, one equipped with a steering wheel for virtual reality racing. Rael is dressed in his standard uniform: billowy white trousers and a broad-shouldered white vest over a white tunic. His long hair is tied into a topknot on his balding head. For a prophet, Rael is a pretty funny guy. No doom here, which is not surprising, since Raelianism is characterized by a free-love philosophy that has made Rael a sort of New Age Hugh Hefner. He surrounds himself with beautiful women, who form a kind of fashionista offensive line behind which Rael enters rooms. wired.com