Hell yeah! Worthless pieces of shit.
I finally saw one a couple of years ago. They’re really quite beautiful. I’d keep 'em.
I reckon it’d have to be the species of whatever individual that granted me the extinction power in the first place. Because whatever species is capable of granting such a power, and yet decides to hand it out to a random yahoo like me for no good reason, needs to be gone. That’s sort of a poetically Twilight Zone-style solution to the problem, isn’t it?
Of course, it’d turn out that the person offering me these powers was a super-evolved human from the far future, and I’d just condemned my own species to death anyway. But even so, it needs to be done. If future humans have nothing better to do than to travel back in time to offer their primitive ancestors the opportunity to eradicate whole species, then the entire human experiment has been a waste and it’s time to let the lemurs take over.
This all reminds me of that one episode of the Flintstones when the Great Gazoo showed up, and revealed that he’d been exiled to the past for plotting to destroy the entire universe. Um, WHY? What the hell is your deal? My solution: nuke the site from orbit. Gazoo, the Flintstones, by inference the Jetsons as well-- that whole stinking, freaked-out timeline in one fell swoop. I’m pretty sure that the universe containing Scooby-Doo and Jonny Quest was not a part of the same continuum. If Velma would be affected, then the whole deal’s off.
The only other possibility would be magic genies, and let’s face it: what have magic genies done for us lately? We spend thousands of years scrabbling in the dirt until we finally begin to develop a society that appreciates reason and logic, and then some magic genie pops in to hand out extinction powers? Screw you, magic genies! You’re hoist by your own petard, and now you’ve foolishly placed your fate in my hands. Grant some of my other wishes and I might change my mind about wiping you out.
Arrogant, loud mouthed, ill bred Texans. Don’t need 'em, wouldn’t miss 'em.
No.
If they are “ill bred,” though, I’m not sure they qualify. Wouldn’t they be considered more of a strain than a species?
Going off on a tangent, I’ll try to keep it short. I have a sci-fi book, by H. Beam Piper, titled Lone Star Planet. the planet was settled originally by folks from Texas, and they came up with a truly original way to keep government on it’s toes to serve the people.
Politicians are not protected at law the same as ordinary citizens. If you can kill one you are free to do so. 'Course, they can fight back, and even employ bodyguards, so it might be risky. But if you do succeed you are tried, only to determine if, in your enthusiasm to get the governor, or mayor, or whatever, you endangered bystanders. So no politician is going to introduce something he knows most of his constituents will hate. Hey, rememer the guy who tried to introduce an income tax? A guy with a machete got him!
I wouldn’t be so quick to get rid of some species you simply didn’t like, especially humans. A more objective method is required.
What we really ought to do is combine the DNA of all of the world’s most evil animals, to determine the most evil creature of all Then whatever comes out, we’ll know for sure what we ought to destroy, and that’s it.
Seriously, though, I wouldn’t use the power.
Yes, I would. Those Husnock really piss me off.
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Bonus points if you recognize the reference off the top of your head, without Googling it.*
ST:TNG episode – I don’t recall the title off the top of my head, though.
There are already plenty of perfectly good-looking ones in lucite. Lose 'em.
I guess you won’t be buying this T-shirt, then.
More of a stain, in my view. You may be right, though: Does that mean we can’t kill 'em?
Are pit bulls a species? I have scars from one. If not, I could see a world with no dogs at all being an improvement.
I don’t know. Genociding messes up one of my conducts. On the other hand, lots of genociding sure makes the end game easier.
Wiped out all "L"s.
Easy. The Malaria virus.
Barring that, the Human Immunodeficiency Virus.
Pandas are too damn cute. Me, I’ll say bald eagles. Looking all snooty in patriotic glurge that middle-aged secretaries insist on sending me … fuck bald eagles.
Seriously, dust mites would be a good one to magically convert to wiener dogs. Imagine EVERY bed on the planet, exploding with the force of millions of wiener dogs! Fire ants, too; imagine the suburban backyards of southern states flowing with thousands of slithering, tsil-wagging Daschunds.
If I pick mosquitoes, will plummeting wiener dogs forever haunt my dreams? Ack.
Obviously, I need to choose a land-based species. Hmm. Can I choose mildew?
Right you are. TNG “The Survivors.” See: Husnock | Memory Alpha | Fandom
Scorpions. I’m not calling for complete extinction, though. I’d settle for an instinctive knowledge of my presence and a species-wide directive to stay OUT of it.
Horrible horrible disgusting translucent desert lobsters.