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"Nine men I sent to the chair in my youth;
Nine pennies on the fusebox of the law.
One willed me his wooden leg before they sat him down,
and prayed I would need it before long.
God save a judge from the makeshift religions of the damned.
I am weary of curses and excutions." (Daniel Mark Epstein. 1977. The Follies. "Judge Wingate's Lament.")
The makeshift religions of the damned always echoes in these sorts of techno-eugenicist constraining fantasies.