Evolution is to blame, really. The mosquito is quite happy to be splattered over my flesh mid-feed as it has already reproduced, serving its evolutionary purpose. When we transcend flesh or nanomachines gain sentience, we shall have to insist that a solid sense of self-preservation be built into absolutely everything. That way, not only will the nu-mosquitoes think twice before swarming me but they'll feel awful about it too. Guilt, shame and desperation can be the foundation of our glorious new world.
Hey, want to see a gorgeous level made in CryEngine 2? Check out this fabulous portfolio piece from environment artist Finn Meinert Matthiesen. Lovely jubs.