They say curiosity killed the cat. What they don’t mention is that curiosity is probably gonna kill us too—it just wears a lab coat now.

Humans can’t resist poking at the unknown. If there’s a locked door, somebody’s gotta open it. If there’s a red button, somebody’s gonna push it. If there’s a shiny artifact in a lost temple with giant skulls carved into the wall, somebody’s gonna unwrap it while whispering, “I think it’s fine.”

Spoiler: It’s never fine.

Remember Raiders of the Lost Ark? Everyone said, “Don’t open the Ark of the Covenant.” Then some smug dude in uniform opened it and boom—faces melted like hot butter on a skillet. That wasn’t just Hollywood. That’s human nature on screen. We don’t listen.

Now fast-forward to today. We’ve got scientists in the Arctic digging up bacteria and viruses that have been chilling in permafrost for tens of thousands of years. Why? “Because it’s interesting.” Great. So was Chernobyl until the reactor said otherwise.

Mark my words: the end won’t be an asteroid or aliens. It’ll be some proud researcher holding up a petri dish like it’s the Holy Grail. “Look everyone! I’ve resurrected a trillion-year-old lung-eating bacteria!” And then half the planet’s hacking up their ribcage while the other half Googles “DIY hazmat suit.”

And you know what comes next: zombies. Some pale grad student will unlock a freezer that should’ve stayed locked, and suddenly every apocalyptic B-movie is looking more like a documentary.

The Dirty Truth

Curiosity is our double-edged sword. It built fire, the wheel, antibiotics, and quantum computers. But it also built nukes, gas chambers, and viruses that should’ve stayed frozen in prehistory. We’re toddlers with matches—sometimes we light candles, sometimes we torch the whole house.

So yeah, curiosity killed the cat. But the cat didn’t have permafrost labs, AI, or the power to split atoms. The cat didn’t build doomsday with its own paws.

We did. And we’ll probably do it again.

Saint Dirty Face™

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