"The Ranch That Was Never Searched"
Jeffrey Epstein Told Scientists He Wanted to Impregnate 20 Women at Once on His New Mexico Ranch
It’s 2006. St. Thomas, U.S. Virgin Islands. A conference room overlooks turquoise water.
Inside: Nobel laureates. Ivy League professors. The world’s leading minds in genetics.
And Jeffrey Epstein is talking about breeding.
Not theory. Not metaphor. His plan. His 7,500-acre New Mexico ranch. Twenty women at a time, impregnated with his sperm. He calls it “seeding the human race with his DNA.”
No one stops him. No one walks out. Some shift in their seats. But they keep listening.
This is 2006. Epstein is already a registered sex offender. Convicted in Florida. Required to register wherever he travels.
The scientists know this. They come anyway.
The Dinner Parties
It starts earlier. Early 2000s. Manhattan.
Jaron Lanier gets invited to dinner at Epstein’s townhouse. Lanier is a tech pioneer—father of virtual reality, author, visionary. He arrives expecting intellectual conversation.
What he gets is something else.
Beautiful women everywhere. PhDs. Scientists. Impressive credentials. All carefully selected. Lanier sits next to one—she says she works for NASA.
During dinner, she mentions Epstein’s plan. Twenty women. Pregnant at the same time. His ranch in New Mexico.
Lanier is horrified. He looks around the table. Everyone else is nodding. Discussing it like real estate. Like stock portfolios.
He realizes something. This isn’t just dinner. This is screening. Epstein is evaluating these women. Testing their interest. Building genetic profiles.
Lanier never goes back. But the dinners continue. Year after year. Different scientists. Different women. Same plan.
A second scientist remembers a 2001 dinner. Epstein brings it up casually. Matter-of-fact. “I want to create a generation carrying my genes,” he says.
The scientist thinks it’s implausible. Unsettling. But doesn’t report it.
A third person hears the same thing at the 2006 St. Thomas conference. Epstein describes the logistics. The timeline. How many women per cycle.
Three scientists. Three separate occasions. Three identical stories. All confirmed to The New York Times in 2019.
And here’s what none of them did: Call the police. Warn anyone. Walk away permanently.
They kept attending his events. Taking his money. Treating his eugenics fantasy like an interesting thought experiment.
The Model
Epstein didn’t invent this idea.
He’s copying the Repository for Germinal Choice. The Nobel Prize sperm bank.
Founded 1980. California millionaire Robert Klark Graham. His goal: collect sperm from geniuses, offer it to women who want to “improve the gene pool.”
The bank operates out of an underground bunker in San Diego. For 19 years. It produces 229 children.
Only one Nobel laureate publicly admits donating: William Shockley. 1956 physics winner. Notorious eugenicist who believes Black people are genetically inferior.
The Repository closes in 1999. Shortly after Graham dies.
But Epstein is fascinated. He even discusses donating his own sperm to similar banks.
That’s not enough. He doesn’t want to be one donor among many. He wants control. His facility. His rules. His lineage.
So he builds it.
Zorro Ranch
Stanley, New Mexico. Population 143.
Epstein buys 7,500 acres in 1993. From the family of former Governor Bruce King. High desert scrubland. Hidden behind mesas. Wind whispers through juniper trees.
From outside, it looks like a billionaire’s retreat. Main house. Guest cottages. Airstrip. Solar panels everywhere—Epstein is obsessed with self-sufficiency.
But locals notice something. Big parties. Several times a year. Private jets landing. Beautiful young women arriving.
Then silence. No one talks about what happens inside.
Brice and Karen Gordon manage the property. A couple from New Zealand. They hire staff. Coordinate visits. Make everything pristine when Epstein arrives.
But according to one local stripper, the Gordons also organize sex parties. They hire showgirls from Albuquerque. Pay them well. Tell them to keep quiet.
The stripper describes arriving at the ranch. Being told to change into lingerie. Waiting in a room with other girls.
“We were there for entertainment,” she tells Vice in 2019. “But we didn’t know whose entertainment.”
The ranch operates like this for over 20 years. Parties. Guests. Young women. All hidden behind 7,500 acres of desert.
And no one investigates. Not once.
The Scientist Who Apologized
George M. Church is a molecular engineer at Harvard. A pioneer. Gene editing. Synthetic biology. CRISPR technology.
In the early 2000s, Church is working on identifying genes that create “enhanced humans.” Superior intelligence. Disease resistance. Longevity.
Church meets Epstein multiple times. Accepts funding. Attends dinners. Visits the island.
In 2019, after Epstein’s arrest, Church issues a public apology. He calls his relationship with Epstein “nerd tunnel vision.”
“I was so focused on science,” Church says, “that I ignored red flags about his character.”
The apology works. Media accepts it. Harvard doesn’t punish him. Church continues running his lab.
But then. February 2026. New emails surface.
They reveal something Church never mentioned. He introduced another scientist to Epstein. A man named Joseph Thakuria.
And Thakuria proposed something specific.
The Immortality Plan
The email is dated 2014. Thakuria writes to Epstein directly.
Subject: “Exclusive Genetic Enhancement Proposal.”
Thakuria offers to modify Epstein’s stem cells using CRISPR. Introduce mutations believed to enhance longevity. Custom gene editing for one person: Jeffrey Epstein.
“I’m offering this exclusively to Jeffrey,” Thakuria writes. “Due to the extensive labor involved, I simply can’t extend this to more than a select few individuals right now.”
This isn’t theoretical research. This is a personalized service. Custom immortality technology for a convicted sex offender.
The email discusses cost. Timeline. Expected outcomes. It reads like a medical proposal. Professional. Detailed.
Thakuria mentions he was introduced to Epstein by George Church.
So the question becomes: What did Church know? Did he know Thakuria was offering custom gene editing to Epstein? Did he know Epstein wanted to use CRISPR to live forever so he could keep spreading his DNA?
Church hasn’t commented on the 2026 revelations. Harvard hasn’t issued a statement. Thakuria is still practicing medicine.
And Jeffrey Epstein’s plan moves one step closer to reality.
The Cryogenics Fantasy
Epstein doesn’t just want extended life. He wants resurrection.
He tells multiple people about his plan to freeze his head and penis after death. Cryogenics. The idea that frozen bodies can be revived using future technology.
When this detail goes public in 2019, cryonics experts are baffled.
“We don’t offer penis freezing,” says Marji Klima from Alcor, a leading cryonics facility. “It wouldn’t accomplish anything. Sperm isn’t stored in the shaft.”
But Epstein believes it. Or at least talks about it enough that multiple people remember.
One transhumanist activist laughs when asked about it. “If we can revive someone from a frozen head,” he says, “we should be able to build better artificial penises anyway.”
The comment highlights the absurdity. But it also highlights something darker.
Epstein’s narcissism is so extreme he can’t imagine a future that doesn’t include his genetics. His body. His virility.
He doesn’t just want to live forever. He wants to dominate. To ensure future generations carry his DNA. To make sure his “superior” traits spread across humanity.
This isn’t science. It’s megalomania dressed in lab coats and funded by billions.
The Girl at the Ranch
Annie Farmer is 16 years old. It’s 1996.
She’s visiting Zorro Ranch. Epstein has promised to help with her education. Her sister Maria works for him as an artist. Everything seems legitimate.
Ghislaine Maxwell is there. British socialite. Charming. Sophisticated. She offers Annie a massage.
Annie lies on the table. Maxwell starts rubbing her back. Then Maxwell pulls down the sheet. Touches Annie’s breasts. Gropes her.
Annie freezes. She’s 16. She’s in the desert. She doesn’t feel safe speaking out.
That night, Epstein crawls into her bed. He demands to “cuddle.” His body presses against hers. She lies still. Terrified.
“I thought I just needed to get through this,” Annie will later testify, crying. “Then I would be fine.”
But she’s not fine. When she gets home, she tells her sister everything.
Maria Farmer reports it to the FBI. 1996. Twenty-three years before Epstein’s arrest.
She gives them a first-hand account. Clear connection between Maxwell, Epstein, and the abuse of a minor at Zorro Ranch.
The FBI does nothing.
Nothing.
Twenty-three years later, Annie Farmer takes the stand at Ghislaine Maxwell’s trial. She describes the massage. The groping. Epstein in her bed.
The jury convicts Maxwell. She’s sentenced to 20 years.
But here’s what prosecutors never ask: Was Annie being evaluated for something else? Was the abuse just the beginning? Was the baby ranch plan already in motion?
Because 1996 is exactly when Epstein starts discussing his eugenics ideas with scientists. The timeline matches. The location matches.
And no one ever asked Annie if she was tested. Screened. Profiled.
The Screening Process
Go back to Jaron Lanier’s observation.
Beautiful women. PhDs. Impressive credentials. All invited to Epstein’s Manhattan townhouse.
Lanier suspects Epstein is using these dinners to screen candidates for the baby ranch.
Think about what that means. Epstein isn’t just fantasizing. He’s auditioning. Evaluating women. Testing their interest. Their intelligence. Their genetics.
One woman who attends describes Epstein asking personal questions. About her family background. Her health history. Her education.
She thinks he’s socially awkward. A rich man who doesn’t know how to make normal conversation.
Years later, she wonders if he was building genetic profiles.
Another attendee remembers Epstein discussing IQ scores. Hereditary traits. Which characteristics are most likely to pass to offspring.
At the time, it seems like intellectual curiosity. Fascinating dinner conversation.
Now it seems like recruitment.
The Scientists Who Stayed Silent
Stephen Hawking visits Epstein’s island. Oliver Sacks attends his conferences. Murray Gell-Mann—who discovered the quark—accepts his funding.
Frank Wilczek, MIT Nobel laureate, joins Epstein’s scientific advisory board. Steven Pinker, cognitive psychologist, debates him at Harvard dinners.
They all know about the conviction. Epstein is a registered sex offender. It’s public record.
They all hear the eugenics talk. Multiple scientists confirm Epstein discusses “seeding the human race” openly at dinners and conferences.
And they all stay silent.
Some of them later say they were troubled. Uncomfortable. But they didn’t think Epstein was serious.
“It seemed like a rich man’s fantasy,” one scientist tells reporters. “We didn’t think he would actually do it.”
But Epstein built the infrastructure. He bought the 7,500-acre ranch. He hired managers. He installed an airstrip. He created a self-sufficient compound designed for long-term occupancy.
He discussed logistics with scientists. He explored genetic enhancement technology. He screened candidates at dinner parties.
At what point does “fantasy” become “plan”? At what point does “uncomfortable” become “call the police”?
The scientists never reached that point. They took his money. Attended his events. Published papers using his funding.
And Jeffrey Epstein moved closer to creating his genetic legacy.
The Ranch That Was Never Searched
July 2019. Jeffrey Epstein is arrested in New Jersey. Charged with sex trafficking of minors.
The FBI moves fast. They raid his Manhattan townhouse. Find safes full of cash. Diamonds. A fake passport from the 1980s listing Saudi Arabia as his residence.
They raid his private island in the U.S. Virgin Islands. Discover a complex security system. Cameras everywhere. Hard drives filled with videos.
They raid his Paris apartment. His properties in Palm Beach. His offices in the Virgin Islands.
But they don’t raid Zorro Ranch. Not once.
Even though Annie Farmer testified about being abused there in 1996. Even though Maria Farmer reported it to the FBI that same year. Even though multiple victims describe visiting the ranch.
The New Mexico Attorney General launches an inquiry in 2019. They interview potential victims. But the local sheriff says there are no active sex crime investigations.
No charges are filed. No search warrants are executed.
Zorro Ranch sits untouched. Seven thousand five hundred acres. Main house. Guest cottages. Underground areas. Solar power facilities.
All unsearched.
In August 2019, Epstein dies in his Manhattan jail cell. Official cause: suicide by hanging.
Within weeks, Brice and Karen Gordon disappear.
The Managers Who Vanished
The Gordons manage Zorro Ranch for over 20 years. They know everything. Who visits. How often. What happens during the parties.
They coordinate the logistics. Hire the staff. Screen the guests. Maintain the property.
Then Epstein dies. And they vanish.
Locals in Stanley say the couple fled to New Zealand. Some say they fear being implicated. Others say they fear for their lives.
Ean Royal—whose father worked at the ranch—tells reporters: “They’re practically invisible. They’re intelligent. They must be aware of the serious situation. They’re being cautious.”
But Royal says something else too. “They’re afraid.”
Why would property managers fear for their lives? They arranged parties. Maintained buildings. Coordinated travel.
Unless they know something. Unless they saw something. Unless they can identify someone.
The FBI reaches out. No response. Journalists try to contact them. Silence. Lawyers for Epstein’s estate attempt communication. Nothing.
It’s like they ceased to exist.
But people don’t just disappear unless they have a reason. Unless they know that what they witnessed is worth killing over.
So what did the Gordons see at Zorro Ranch?
The Burial Claim
November 21, 2019. Three months after Epstein’s death.
Edward Aragon is a radio host in Albuquerque. He receives an email. The subject line: “Epstein Evidence for Sale.”
The email offers seven videos of sexual abuse by Jeffrey Epstein. It lists specific file names. Descriptions of the content. Timestamps.
The price: one bitcoin. About $7,000 at the time.
But there’s something else in the email. Something that makes Aragon’s blood run cold.
The sender claims to know the location of two foreign girls buried on Zorro Ranch.
Aragon doesn’t buy the material. He’s not going to fund whoever sent this. But he consults other journalists. They agree: this might be real. He should report it.
November 22, 2019. Aragon walks into the Albuquerque FBI office.
He brings the email. Explains what he received. Hands over all the information.
The FBI agent takes notes. Creates a Guardian Complaint Form. Document number gets logged. Synopsis gets written.
The synopsis states: “Edward Aragon came to the Albuquerque office of the FBI to report an email he received offering 7 videos of sexual abuse and the location of two foreign girls buried on Zorro Ranch.”
The FBI logs it. Files it. Documents it.
Then does nothing.
No excavation of Zorro Ranch. No cadaver dogs. No ground-penetrating radar. No search whatsoever.
The claim sits in an FBI database. Two girls. Foreign. Buried. Location known by someone with Epstein evidence.
And no one digs.
The Timeline That Doesn’t Add Up
Let’s put the pieces together.
1996: Annie Farmer is abused at Zorro Ranch. Maria Farmer reports it to FBI. Nothing happens.
Early 2000s: Epstein discusses “20 women at a time” plan with scientists at Manhattan dinners.
2001: Epstein brings up eugenics plan at another dinner. Scientist remembers it clearly.
2006: Epstein describes the plan at St. Thomas conference. Multiple Nobel laureates present.
2008: Epstein convicted in Florida. Sentenced to 18 months. Serves 13. Becomes registered sex offender.
2014: Joseph Thakuria proposes custom CRISPR gene editing to extend Epstein’s life.
2019: Epstein arrested. FBI raids Manhattan, island, Paris. Never searches Zorro Ranch.
August 2019: Epstein dies in jail. Gordons disappear immediately.
November 2019: Email claims two girls buried at ranch. FBI logs it. Does nothing.
2021: Zorro Ranch listed for sale. $27.5 million. No one buys it.
2026: Still unsold. Still unsearched. Still sitting in desert holding its secrets.
Twenty-five years. From Annie Farmer’s assault to today. And Zorro Ranch has never been searched.
Why?
It’s 2006. St. Thomas, U.S. Virgin Islands. A conference room overlooks turquoise water. Inside: Nobel laureates. Ivy League professors. The world’s leading minds in genetics. And Jeffrey Epstein is talking about breeding. Not theory. Not metaphor. His plan. His 7,500-acre...
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