Probably the most dangerous aspect of this ‘perfection’ of humanity is not that it is not a moral choice, but that it will eventually produce something unable to survive at the time of the next catastrophe. We’re like an old car, imperfect, but we can keep it running. The new cars are junk if a light on the dashboard goes out.
Careful with the analogies there RW, my tires are worn down to the steel belts, my upholstery is fraying through, the gas tank has water in it to spoil the fuel, my oil never gets changed anymore, and my headlights remain on dim.