Welcome To Hellville - Part 7 contd By Rich Mills 20th November 2040

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Will Xenotransplantation ever bring an end to Xenophobia? The overly long headline and strange ranting that followed from the Science Review reporter still reverberates around my head. HNH activists (Humane Not Human) who consider themselves to be Trans-species, are claiming it is their fundamental right to give up their humanity if they wish. The Xenotransplantation extremists have found odd bedfellows in Human Rights campaigners.

Under the umbrella movement known as Free Cell (Free Cell for a Free Self), campaigners for euthanasia, assisted suicide, the right to die, and pro-choice as well as a large majority of trans-gendered direct action activists, have all joined forces. The movement as a collective has shown support in the wake of xenophobic publicity that has swept the Global News Networks over the past few weeks since the death of Wilbur Mutatrans. Wilbur was a hardcore campaigner for HNH, until he formed the underground splinter group XRA. Xenotrans Revolutionary Army sought total independence from the whole of human-kind.

Wanting to establish an independent mutant state, they have been quite for a while, until about 6 months ago when they claimed responsibility for bombing a BNP rally. The BNP (Body Natural Party) have been a far right movement in this country for generations, who have some sympathisers in the right-wing political establishment. It is thought by most that Wilbur was assassinated, in retaliation for the bombing. Animal rights campaigners and activists who have been fighting against Xenotransplantation for many years, are now coming into direct conflict with other libertarian rights campaigners and eco-extremists (known as terraists or terrists).

The headline I mentioned earlier referred to the fact that for the first time the anger had spilled out onto the streets, as animal rights activists chanted You kill an animal, I'll kill you, and Pork Peace, at a memorial gathering for the recently deceased XRA leader. Mob-rule seems to have replaced rational argument, academic debate dumped for anger. Where will it all end?

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