Survival of the unfit

Remember accidents? We had fights and punched each other and got black and blue and learned to get over it. We made up games with sticks and tennis balls and, although we were told it would happen, we did not put out any eyes. We rode bikes or walked to a friend’s home and knocked on the door, or rang the bell or just walked in and talked to them.

Will we become feeble before we become bionic?

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