The fun thing about science fiction and speculative fiction, is it’s great conversation fodder. After seeing the movie Upgrade, my husband and I now have an agreement. If I ever become quadriplegic, and a creepy guy comes into my hospital room and offers me an implant that will restore my bodily function, the answer is YES. What if the implant takes over my body and turns me into a killing machine? We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. What if the guy who implants the chip is super sketchy, and is using me for his own nefarious experiements? So? Get me the fuck out of this wheelchair. The answer is yes, always yes, no matter what, yes.

It probably doesn’t say much good about me that I’d rather be a pawn in an evil genius plot than a quadriplegic, but there it is. I’m not sorry.

But here’s the thing. If you have the technology and know-how to create something as advanced and miraculous as Stem, then you have the ability to safeguard it from abuse....