Where The Hell Is My Mammoth, Science?

Photo courtesy of the BBC

When I first saw this picture, my first thought was "What the hell happened to ALF? All he wanted was a cat now and then. Was that so hard? Was that so hard?" Then I read the article and discovered that ALF didn't die alone on the streets, hunted by government agents, selling himself in exchange for loose change. It is actually a mammoth.

The remarkably well preserved corpse, named Yuka, was found in Siberia. Researchers are concentrating on the facts that the two and half year old animal appears to have been seriously wounded by a lion or other large cat, but was finished by primitive man, or so the wounds would suggest.

What I'm concentrating on is this:
But much of Yuka's soft tissue as well as its woolly coat has remained intact, well-preserved in its icy tomb for possibly more than 10,000 years.
More then ten years ago, science said that within a decade, they would have taken woolly mammoth DNA, which they had, and cross it with modern elephants, and over several generations, we would have mammoths again. They promised me mammoths, and yet, here we are, with no mammoths. Now, here we have Yuka, with plenty of soft tissue. Certainly, we should be able to get some of that delicious DNA from that tender frozen tissue. So, are there any more problems, science? Any more delays?

Where is my mammoth, science? You promised. I thought you were a discipline of your word. What the hell, man?


Via the BBC.
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About MR. Clark

Adopting the descriptor of "successfully unpublished author", MR. Clark began writing things on the internet in 2012, which he believed to be an entirely reputable and civilized place to find and deliver information. He regrets much.


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