All the miracles that were born on this planet began with folding.
Had it not been for that gold expedition five months ago, I would not have found this cruel and concise fact.
The island of Somare, north-eastern Papua New Guinea, is a poorly populated island until a fisherman, when repairing a fishing boat, picks up the palm-sized gold ore under a coconut tree. In accordance with the cooperation agreement between my mining company and the Ministry of Mines, I led a four-person team from Beijing to Port Morebes and to Somare.
The initial discovery of 40 to 60 tons of gold and more than 4g tons of mining, with projected investments of $400 million, has encouraged all. I stayed in Somare to assist the New Geological Exploration Agency in the preparation of the exploration report, during which I learned that the island was not uninhabited and that there had been signs of the Frei people in the high mountains.
On a sampling trip, I found in the mountains the little Foley tribe: several fallen huts, dozens of scattered bones. I am not an anthropologist, but I also understand that a closed community of this magnitude is difficult to sustain genetic diversity, which the world has forgotten. So I buried the remains with my own hands, and piled up the grass of the graves — something that seemed strange to the PNG.
I was wrong.
Shortly after my return, I was subjected to cyclical rhythm disorders, tremors in my hands and feet, insomnia, and, after removing the possibility of infectious diseases and parasites, the company forced me to take paid leave for mental disorders. My health flows over time and the psychiatrist is helpless. Memories start to get confused, and I can’t remember what lunch was like half an hour ago.
At a time of serious illness, my good friends who worked at Biotech came to visit me, and I described the changes that had taken place. Pain will fade away, but I’m going through another kind of torture: I’m degenerating into some kind of unknown creature, an animal in a dark corner, a tooth chording, an appetite and a sexual desire, the only thing that’s accurate in my narrow world is the change of day and night.
My friend took my blood samples from the lab, and I’m not sure he understood my language, but he quickly found something.
Kourou disease, fatal degenerative diseases, tremors, paralysis, death, lack of effective drugs, mortality rate at the beginning of the twentieth century in the Fore tribe of the North-East Plateau of Palestine. The pathogen is a platinum virus born from the rituals of the bodies of loved ones that are eaten by the Frei people. It acts in the nervous system and causes brain spongiform deformities, from infection to death, in general, 6 to 9 months.
Since 1962, when the new PNG Government banned the consumption of corpses, the disease of Kourou has largely disappeared.
It’s not scientific.
In my sober moment, my friend sentenced me to death, and then said he could not understand that the thorium virus could only be transmitted through a diseased organism or blood source, and that as an infectious protein, they could not live alone in the crib.
I don’t care.
We locked the door and waited for death in the alternation of day and night.
Ironically, it’s getting better.
After three days on the brink of death, I crawled out of my bedroom with a hot body, opened the fridge, drank a bucket of cold orange juice, I could feel acid and sweetness in the taste buds, twitching the stomach wall with irritation, my heart jumping and my body in pain. Once again, I walk straight, I use the fire, I learn the language, and I slowly evolve into a beast called the Wise.
After restoring control over my fingers, I turned on the search engine and tried to find out why fate had made such a big joke to me. As an engineer of mining, I had no knowledge of the biological sciences and was quickly shocked by the sophistication and fragility of human creations:
Curu ‘ s disease and Kaya ‘ s disease are known as pictological diseases, as the thorium virus acts on the folding of proteins. Protein folds from a loosely structured chain of beryllium into protein molecules with natural spatial structures, a process called protein folding.
From my point of view, it’s a one-dimensional conversion to three-dimensional information. The activity of all organisms is derived from the three-dimensional composition of the protein, from the gene to the amino acid chain, from the chain to the three-dimensional structure, where the protein folding is the second genetic code of the organism.
If there is a change in the three-dimensional structure of the protein, even if the amino acid sequence is fully consistent, it will not be able to function accordingly, i.e., epidemiology. Protein may have endless components, but their folding process is a game of energy and entropy, which always seeks the lowest energy direction, folding into the right and stable structures in the best way possible, which determine the shape of the world in a long history of evolution.
The wrong folding means the destruction, and the platinum virus acts as a folding process, creating another image of the protein.
It’s useless.
The death rate is 100%, because the smallest unit of life becomes something else.
But why am I alive?
I quickly opened up a web page after a paper after a four-year-old girl peed her pants for the first time in kindergarten with a red embroidered cat on her handkerchief and a page with 673 characters in front of a glimpse. In Rainman’s “Dastein Hoffman” toothpicks in a few seconds, the maximum single reading is 82, the largest number I’ve ever known in an instant was 5.
Are we really the only correct answer to the thousands of failures of evolution?
The central method of molecular biology is “the word-for-word transmission of the series of information, the genetic information of which cannot be transferred from protein to protein or nucleic acid”.
DNA DNA (replicate), DNA RNA (repeated), RNA PHP (translation), which is the most important basic law and theoretical cornerstone of modern biology. Once transmitted to the protein, genetic information cannot be transmitted from the protein to the protein or reversed from the protein to the nucleic acid molecule. It relies on an extremely complex set of translation agencies that transmit from the nucleic acid to the protein, which cannot be reversed. Nucleic acid is a vector of genetic code, a protein consisting of a living body, with two distinct molecules.
My thoughts are endless.
The discovery of the thorium virus, which was considered to be a subversive shock to the central law, is protein, but it is capable of self-replicating and spreading disease.
In 1991, Bruthina explained the mechanism for the outbreak of the thorium virus, stating that the thorium virus was a special protein in the normal genetic code of the human body, and that the composition of the protein by changing the normal genome of the human body was from me and was not a living body carrying genetic material and should therefore not be referred to as thorium virus, the exact name of which should be thorium or protein. Thus, the central law has not been challenged.
I closed the web page.
I remember sitting in the computer room at the university, and the CRT monitor was on Win95, with a drop of sweat coming down from Mr. Lee’s wide nostrils in computer principles, and the fan turned and blew the blue plastic bag on my feet. Mr. Lee leans on his shoulder and sweats his nose, saying that there is a program that can use diskettes as carriers, replicates itself between different computers, destroys operating systems and software, which is called computer viruses.
Is the computer virus a carrying consciousness?
The wonders of life are the complexity of order, purpose, dynamic characteristics and a state of distance from equilibrium. Life forms the order of its own organization during a long process of evolution, and proteins are also folded under the tissue. The countless self-organizing tipping points of life evolution are intergenerational changes, species rises and falls in species, and the fact that proteins are wrongly folded in three-dimensional space is a microcosm of the process.
Knocking on the keyboard, my fingertips began to numb and shiver.
There is no need for will.
There may be a protein peptide chain that, after a fold that does not conform to the second law of thermodynamics, exists in the world in the name of a pep virus that is resistant to high temperatures and radiation, resistant to protein enzyme digestion, able to enter the human body through skin contact with the air, and is able to change the folding of congeners, mutilating neurons, causing tremors, paralysis and death. But in the tide of evolution, it is the bead of the tipping point, and the slight alteration of the protein image has created a new colour for neurons. After the test of death, the efficiency of sodium ion pumps in neurons has improved, and neurons have given rise to unprecedented vitality, enabling humans to observe, think, remember and judge more efficiently.
It brought evolution.
Perhaps because of individual adsorpability or oxygen deficiency, these high-efficiency neurons are beginning to die, but they’ve flashed the bright lights that never appeared in 200,000 years of evolutionary history.
The epidemiology of this thorium virus is the phase threshold of human evolution.
How many deaths or geniuses will it bring? It won’t answer, I can’t answer.
I’m losing my body, I’m voraciously enjoying the leftovers of my mind, like “The Flowers for Algignon,” and everything will be nothing.
I’ll send you an e-mail after I’ve finished, folding up the laptop and going back to my bedroom, waiting for the darkness to come. The tides, whether all life, human life or my own life, are childhood, on Gobi Beach, in the sunset, in the wind and in the sand, the oil pumps that work in silence, down and up, and so forth.
You don’t have to grieve for me, for yourself, or for humans.
All the miracles of this planet begin with folding, and then you and the others will just wait.
The end–
□ Chang Zhang.
Keep your eyes on the road.
