dkrc Chapter 310 The Thin And Disfigured Song He
Chapter 310 The Thin And Disfigured Song He
The familiar pitch-black interface appears on the computer, deep and mysterious.
Song He briefly recalled the hundreds of base modification processes he had seen, and his fingers started to move.
"Da da da da da da..."
The rapid sound of the mouse is like a machine gun, and it is not the sound of a rookie shooter firing randomly, but the sound of an experienced machine gunner firing, alternating long and short, and there is an orderly rhythm in the chaos.
Light spots of different colors are scattered on the screen, gradually returning to a strange high-dimensional shape.
It was the high-dimensional folding process of DNA that Song He witnessed when he modified the bases for the first time!
Thousands of points are distributed in space, and their positions are completely disrupted. Every tiny detail can affect the overall situation, so there can be no mistakes.
If it were an ordinary researcher, it would be completely impossible to remember it. They could only try to restore it with the help of photos and the like, and the position would need to be modified repeatedly during the restoration. The whole process would take at least three or four days.
But in Song He's hands, the restoration accuracy was 100% in just a few minutes!
"It's interesting..." Song He frowned slightly and looked at the graphics on the screen.
He tapped the keyboard, moved his position, and began the process of restoring the second base modification.
Then the third, fourth, fifth time...
Soon, a full 10 high-dimensional structures appeared on the computer screen!
Song He looked ugly. With his platinum-level math skills, he couldn't see any patterns!
Do different species of algae have different shapes and structures?
He searched his memory and quickly pointed out six high-dimensional structures, all of which were the base changes of the feathered diatom.
It's the same species, but it's still different.
Song He fell into deep thought. It seemed that the formation of these high-dimensional structures was completely random and had no rules at all. They were randomly folded and twisted according to the mood of the bases.
But in this case, wouldn't it be a dead end?
No, there must be some kind of pattern, but I haven't considered the variables yet. Nature has written a programming language for millions of years, and there must be exquisite internal operating rules, otherwise the biosphere would have disappeared in the chaos!
He opened the drawer, pulled out a piece of white paper, and exhausted the possibilities on the paper.
[1. The difference in the number of base pairs between AT and CG leads to different high-dimensional structures]
[2. Organisms of different ages and periods have different high-dimensional structures]
[3. Different species have different high-dimensional structures]
[4. Different culture media and different high-dimensional structures]
[5. Modify the order of base pairs]
[6. There is a biological clock, and the high-dimensional structures are different at different times in the morning and dusk]
[7. There is group influence, a single cell and many identical cell clusters have different high-dimensional structures]
[8. There are several fixed random modes]
Song He writes down one by one, writing out all the possibilities.
In the end, the entire paper was filled with more than forty items, even taking into account seemingly absurd factors such as light, air, unknown male and female, etc.
Ridiculous? Not ridiculous.
There are countless legends circulating in the laboratory about all kinds of strange influencing factors.
Especially in the laboratory of biochemical environmental materials, special situations emerge one after another, which can be said to be difficult to prevent!
For example, fluorescence-activated cell sorting of human breast cancer cells resulted in completely different results from different universities following the same process. Later, they met and communicated and found that the problem lies in the intensity of shaking. The results were very different between vigorous shaking and gentle shaking.
Someone did a chemical experiment, and the results were good at first, but then the results were difficult to produce. Finally, the reason was found. A bit of heavy metal accidentally stained on the beaker acted as a catalyst. After several tests, the beaker was cleaned, so the subsequent experiments failed.
There are also some classic photolysis reactions that take a month to complete in England, but only half a month in California. The difference lies in the intensity of the sunlight.
So many graduate students joke that their academic career can be summed up in two sentences: firstly, they cannot replicate their senior fellow students’ experiments, and secondly, they cannot replicate their own experiments. As a result, superstition is rampant in some academic circles, and many poor desperate researchers are forced to believe in metaphysics and must pray to gods and Buddhas when encountering major projects.
"Buddha bless! Darwin bless!"
Song He prayed sincerely and continued working.
Six microscopes were lined up on the test bench, and he walked back and forth to observe, waiting for the evolutionary window.
The sample size he has seen so far is too small. He needs to absorb more sample data and eliminate the influencing factors listed on the paper one by one!
…
Weekends, 12 noon.
Song He was sitting cross-legged behind the door of the laboratory, holding a takeaway pot sticker and eating fiercely, like a fugitive who found leftovers.
Halfway through eating, he suddenly noticed the hand holding the pot stickers and raised it to look at the light.
The joints of the fingers are protruding, and the flesh on the palms has shriveled as if dried, and the hands are as thin as bamboo branches!
He lost a lot of weight and his face changed. His eyes were sharper, but there was a hint of confusion in the sharpness. He was like a hunter who had experienced battles and encountered a strange beast he had never seen before. He was confident of killing it, but he didn't know how. Start everywhere.
Open the black technology blueprint.
[There are still 3 days, 11 hours and 27 minutes until the blueprint expires! 】
After working hard for several days, the progress bar is still stuck at 40%, unable to make any progress!
Song He sighed. In the past few days, he had never stepped out of the laboratory. He ate, drank, and slept here, conducting experiments day and night.
After watching the base pair change process thousands of times, I couldn't even open the restoration diagram of the brain-inspired programming, so I had to open three new archives.
The progress is very fast. More than 30 of the more than 40 influencing factors listed on the paper have been eliminated, and now only six are left to be verified!
However, Song He fell into unprecedented anxiety!
If everything goes well, we will be able to complete the verification of the last six influencing factors tonight and find out the pattern smoothly.
What if things don’t go well?
What should we do if we have eliminated more than 40 items but still cannot find a pattern?
"Dong dong dong!" The laboratory door knocked.
Song He stood up and opened the door and handed over a lab coat.
Yu Anbang reached out to take it and said, "One more!"
Song He was startled when he saw an old man with a chic hairstyle poke his head in, You Deyi!
"Master You!" Song He quickly handed over another lab coat.
"How come you're so thin after not seeing each other for a few days!" You Deyi was shocked, "You're skin and bones! Didn't you eat well?"
"I can't think clearly when I'm too full. I always eat seventy percent full." Song He smiled bitterly, "Sometimes I forget to eat when I'm busy, and I lose weight without realizing it."
"It's not okay to do this! Don't let your body collapse before the results come out! The body is the capital of the revolution!" You Deyi looked worried, "I'm here to check on your progress today, and I'll bring you some bad news."
Song He was startled and had a guess, "News about the sandbank explosives?"