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Meiter hesitated.

Then Wallace said, тАЬJust do!тАЭ

Meiter laughed. тАЬAll right. WeтАЩve got a block of empty time soon. Someone
gives me shit, IтАЩll send them to you.тАЭ

And a couple days later it was done. Wallace asked his computer to find
such-and-such series of bases among the poly-A тАФ you never knew where it might
be тАФ but soon it became obvious that thirty thousand years ago, in at least this one
unfortunate woman, the telltale bit of DNA was missing.

Yes, he thought, it couldnтАЩt serve any important genetic function.
 And yes, probably no other res catcher on the globe would care about such a
tiny treasure.

Yet Wallace found the enthusiasm to open every file, working through the
night and the next day, then losing track of an entire weekend, again and again asking
himself why every living organism now had this one genetic shout . . . and finally
perceiving a simple, coherent answer that he checked and double-checked and then
triple-checked, becoming more certain every instant. At long last . . .тАЭ Good God!тАЭ.
. . placing both hands flush against the top of his desk, rising and trying to find the
doorway to his office of six years. . . .

It was a night of supreme clarity; and Wallace knew he was at his pinnacle.
Never again, no matter how long he lived, would he succeed in anything so glorious,
so wondrous.

Yet while he wandered the hallways, hunting for anyone to tell his news, if
only a napping guard, he had a new thought, stopped and dipped his head,
concentrating hard on a new possibility.

Five minutes, and heтАЩd superseded his first success.

Hands shaking with excitement, tired eyes weeping, Wallace felt the ceiling
split as his joyous spirit sailed free . . .!

тАЬYou look like shit,тАЭ Mekal reported. тАЬGlance at a mirror, Wallace. IтАЩm
worried. My prize heifer, and you look wrung out and half-dead. Not to mention
your aroma, which isnтАЩt pretty either.тАЭ

тАЬI need sleep,тАЭ Wallace conceded. тАЬIтАЩm going home now.тАЭ

тАЬOn Monday moming? You canтАЩt just leave us dangling!тАЭ Mekal waved a
finger at him. тАЬHampston and Yates hit another wall with their pigeon project. Not
with the natural genes, but itтАЩs the tailoring part. I know thatтАЩs not your area, but this
is a contract job and the clientтАЩs getting nervous тАФ тАЬ

тАЬTomorrow,тАЭ he promised. Then he said, тАЬI just wanted to talk first. IтАЩve got