"Chris Lawson - Written in Blood" - читать интересную книгу автора (Lawson Chris)

Da gave his word.

тАЬThe code is compressed. The original text has enormous
redundancy, and with advanced compression, I can reduce the amount of
DNA by over 80 percent. It is still a lot of code.тАЭ

I remember DaтАЩs jaw dropping. тАЬThat must mean the viral code is
self-extracting. How on Earth do you commandeer the ribosomes?тАЭ

тАЬI think I have given away enough secrets for today,тАЭ said the old
man.

тАЬPlease forgive me,тАЭ said Da. тАЬIt was curiosity, not greed, that drove
me to ask.тАЭ Da changed his mind about the bloodwriter. This truly was fair
zak├вt. Such a wealth of invention for only a hundred U.S. dollars.

тАЬAnd the safety?тАЭ asked my father.

The old man handed him a number of papers, which my father read
carefully, nodding his head periodically, and humming each time he was
impressed by the data.

тАЬIтАЩll have a dose,тАЭ said Da. тАЬThen no one can accuse me of being a
slipshod reviewer.тАЭ
 тАЬSir, I would be honored to give a complimentary bloodwriting to you
and your daughter.тАЭ

тАЬThank you. I am delighted to accept your gift, but only for me. Not for
my daughter. Not until she is of age and can make her own decision.тАЭ Da
took a red ampoule in his hands and held it up to the light, as if he was
looking through an envelope for the letters of the QurтАЩan. He shook his head
at the marvel and handed it back to the old man, who drew it up in a syringe.

****

That night, our fellow pilgrims made a fire and gathered around to hear my
father talk. As he spoke, four translators whispered their own tongues to the
crowd. The scene was like a great theater from the Arabian Nights. Scores
of people wrapped in white robes leaned into my fatherтАЩs words, drinking up
his excitement. It could have been a meeting of princes.

Whenever Da said something that amazed the gathered masses, you
could hear the inbreath of the crowd, first from the English-speakers, and
then in patches as the words came out in the other languages. He told them
about DNA, and how it told our bodies how to live. He told them about
introns, the long stretches of human DNA that are useless to our bodies,
but that we carry still from viruses that invaded our distant progenitors, like
ancestral scars. He told them about the DNA code, with its triplets of
adenine, guanine, cytosine, and thymine, and he passed around copies of