“This, this is what I need!” He exclaimed when he abandoned Sosa completely. The geneticist gazed at the thousands upon thousands of stored chemicals, he would later come to find there were around nine hundred thousand distinct compounds, and gorged himself on the database. Sosa, Anders and Mader took a short break just to watch him for the entertainment value. It took McKusick an hour to realize they were there, but when he did, he ordered Sosa to help him. “Make yourself useful. You’re an agent, so why not? Get #154366. I don’t know that one. Maybe it’s something they made.” She aided him like this all day. After dinner, McKusick started up an old PCR machine. “You know, Sosa, it used to take hours and hours for one of these to replicate DNA for testing, and it was only as reliable as the primers. Tricky business. This one takes forty-five minutes. Now we can isolate and replicate any sequence we want in thirty seconds by manipulating the replication machinery.
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