"Kim Stanley Robinson - Forty Signs of Rain" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robinson Kim Stanley)rolls of the dice. One of them had to look promising enough to attract the capital that would allow it to
grow further. That was what they had been trying to accomplish for the five years of the companyтАЩs existence, and the effort was just beginning to show results with these experiments. What they needed now was to be able to insert their successfully tailored gene into the patientтАЩs own cells, so that afterward it would be the patientтАЩs own body producing increased amounts of the needed proteins. If that worked, there would be no immune response from the bodyтАЩs immune system, and with the protein being produced in therapeutic amounts, the patient would be not just helped, but cured. Amazing. But (and it was getting to be a big but) the problem of getting the altered DNA into living patientsтАЩ cells hadnтАЩt been solved. Leo and his people were not physiologists, and they hadnтАЩt been able to do it. No one had. Immune systems existed precisely to keep these sorts of intrusions from happening. Indeed, one method of inserting the altered DNA into the body was to put it into a virus and give the patient a viral infection, benign in its ultimate effects because the altered DNA reached its target. But since the body fought viral infections, it was not a good solution. You didnтАЩt want to compromise further the immune systems of people who were already sick. So, for a long time now they had been in the same boat as everyone else, chasing the Holy Grail of gene therapy, a тАЬtargeted nonviral delivery system.тАЭ Any company that came up with such a system, and patented it, would immediately have the method licensed for scores of procedures, and very likely one of the big pharmaceuticals would buy the company, making everyone in it rich, and often still employed. Over time the pharmaceutical might dismantle the acquisition, keeping only the method, but at that point the start-upтАЩs employees would be wealthy enough to laugh that offтАФretire and go surfing, or start up another start-up and try to hit the jackpot again. At that point it would be more of a philanthropic hobby So the hunt for a targeted nonviral delivery system was most definitely on, in hundreds of labs around the world. And now Derek had bought one of these labs. Leo stared at the new announcement on the company website. Derek had to have bought it on spec, because if the method had been well-proven, there was no way Derek would have been able to afford it. Some biotech firm even smaller than Torrey PinesтАФUrtech, based in Bethesda, Maryland (Leo had never heard of it)тАФhad convinced Derek that they had found a way to deliver altered DNA into humans. Derek had made the purchase without consulting Leo, his chief research scientist. His scientific advice had to have come from his vice president, Dr. Sam Houston, an old friend and early partner. A man who had not done lab work in a decade. So. It was true. Leo sat at his desk, trying to relax his stomach. They would have to assimilate this new company, learn their technique, test it. Ithad been patented, Leo noted, which meant they had it exclusively at this point, as a kind of trade secretтАФa concept many working scientists had trouble accepting. A secret scientific method? Was that not a contradiction in terms? Of course a patent was a matter of public record, and eventually it would enter the public domain. So it wasnтАЩt a trade secret in literal fact. But at this stage it was secret enough. And it could not be a sure thing. There wasnтАЩt much published about it, as far as Leo could tell. Some papers in preparation, some papers submitted, one paper acceptedтАФhe would have to check that one out as soon as possibleтАФand a patent. Sometimes they awarded them so early. One or two papers were all that supported the whole approach. Secret science. тАЬGoddamn it,тАЭ Leo said to his room. Derek had bought a pig in a poke. And Leo was going to have to open the poke and poke around. |
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