Song He was writing out a gene sequence from memory!
Everyone had seen this incredible skill before, but no matter how many times they saw it, they still got goosebumps.
The genes of different species varied enormously, and every gene segment was ridiculously long. Even a computer would have to run its fans for ages to distinguish them. To remember them precisely with the human brain was simply beyond words!
This feat was comparable to a geography teacher drawing an accurate world map freehand, then naming the street and giving the coordinates no matter which point you picked. It was basically something only a superhuman could do.
The team members had once mentioned Song He's incredible skill to their peers outside the lab. No one believed them. No one even dared to.
"Does it look familiar?" Song He finally filled the entire whiteboard and turned around to ask.
Everyone shook their heads in unison, their expressions blank.
"You idiots! You can't even remember such a crucial gene segment, and you still want to do scientific research?" Song He scoffed.
The white-coated researchers were speechless. You're a superhuman. We're not. How are ordinary people like us supposed to remember this?
"It doesn't matter if you can't remember it. I'm not going to erase this whiteboard. The genes I've written down are all key genes of Actinomycetes that need to be re-edited. In other words, they'll be everyone's work over the next few days," Song He said.
"The approach is simple: overindulge them and amplify the side effects!"
"We can't determine for now how Actinomycetes control the consciousness of Pearl Millet Sand Fleas, but we can infer that it should be through Hyphae extending into their brains and producing simple stimuli in specific brain regions!"
"So we'll desperately amplify that stimulation. Suppose