I love when people are optimistic about making the world a better place. How they do it is a different topic.

Aaron seems to be a Peter Pan of bio-hackers. And I always had to rewind and listen to some of the things he said two or three times - meaning, to me, that it wasn't as clear as it should have been.

In this program, you meet a lot of bio-hackers and they all want to help the world in one way or another - in their garages or backyards. I admire that. But there are ways to do it and ways not to do it. And if you're someone who doesn't play well with others, well .....

One reviewer mentioned the wrong affectation of the people interviewed - always smiling - at everything. True. Not everyone was that way, but enough were that is was most disconcerting. Machiavelli Davis was a prime example. Every time he was on the screen, I got nervous and antsy. That's my reaction. Same with a lot of Aaron's pieces.

I'm not sold and I'm tired of watching this at 50 minutes.

It would be wonderful if I were totally wrong about these people - and they cure the world! SO, I'm hoping I am wrong, but ... In the meantime, the program isn't finished, but I am.

When the biohackers talk about the failure of the project, they smile. When Tristan talks about being locked out of the laboratory, he appears to be happy. I think this is because it confirms his paranoid and conspiratorial beliefs, and I think that that's more of a win for these kind of biohackers and anarchists than any actual accomplishment would be. This whole story is a win for them because it justifies their toxic and pessimistic views about life and humanity.

This belongs to that now ubiquitous genre of documentary which is propelled along by a suspenseful soundtrack, lots of moody closeups, and a sense that we are about to discover some awful truth -- but which ultimately leads straight down the same old rathole. The viewer takes a sudden plunge into the subculture of biohacking, which seems to consist largely of people who self-embed software devices in their bodies and concoct mysterious DNA potions to inject themselves with.

Oddly, many of these biohackers seem to have experimented on themselves in other ways, including implanting horns on their heads, extending their ears with black discs the size of dinner plates, and hammering various lengths of metal spikes in different parts of their bodies. Your reward for watching them disfigure themselves with various experiments for 90 minutes is that you get to hear them toot their own horns endlessly about how brilliant they are, and how they are revolutionizing... something. It is about then that you have the uncomfortable feeling of being in the company of Attention Vampires.

Against this backdrop, the story of one Aaron Traywick play out. He sees himself as a super scientist (with scant if any credentials) and a master marketer (with zero credentials), and he is determined to cash in on the biohacking phenom. So he organizes the motley crew of biohacker misfits and starts promoting "cures" for AIDS, herpes, aging and just about any other malady the flesh is heir to. Eventually, he comes to a bad end, in a meditation tub of all places. There is a bit of mumbling about whether it was the result of some deep conspiracy, or whether he killed himself. (No one has the temerity to ask if it's possible that he just dropped dead from injecting himself with one of his "cures.") And then, with a few more closeups and a bit more ominous music, the whole mess comes to an end with the obligatory closing captions about what became of the key players. And surprise, surprise -- absolutely nothing happened to any of them. None of their self-experiments worked. They're all in the same hopeless muddle they were in 90 minutes ago. Imagine that!