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Arun Lakra
arranged in a Fibonacci pattern.
CYNTHIA draws a spiral on the board.
And if you draw arcs from Fibonacci numbers, you end up with a spiral, like in seashells, galaxies, and even in our very own molecules. Itâs in the architecture of the Acropolis. Itâs there behind Jesus in DalÃâs
Sacrament of the Last S
upper
.
THEO
What are you saying, that this Fibonacci has something to do with Jesus?
CYNTHIA
Who the hell knows? But itâs everywhere. And Fibonacci gave us
the golden ratio
, which we see in the dimensions of a credit card or a belt buckle or a widescreen TV. The Fibonacci sequence is integral to the structure of the universe and everything in it. Itâs in our very own DNA.
THEO
But I donât get it. Why am I choosing my coin flips based on these Fibonacci numbers?
CYNTHIA
I was hoping
you
would tell me.
THEO
Is that why youâre here?
CYNTHIA
Iâm here because thereâs a genetic disease in my family.
Laboratory
DR. GUZMAN
Of course⦠I didnât set out on a mission to find the PLO gene. I was going to discover the gene for RP. Retinitis pigmentosa. Cure blindness. Cure myself. That was going to be my lifeâs work.
DR. GUZMAN tries using her white cane to pry open the briefcase.
MR. ADAMSON
That would have been quite a story.
DR. GUZMAN
Damn right. Instant immortality.
She whacks the briefcase with her cane.
What is this thing made of, osmium diboride?
She hurls the white cane across the room.
Even the quest was a compelling story. Afflicted researcher strives to identify her own gene before she goes blind. The grant money came pouring in. I even used my own tissue as a genetic sample. Like the guy who discovered the suicide gene. Then killed himself.
MR. ADAMSON
Wow.
DR. GUZMAN
I know. Seems paradoxical, doesnât it? The suicide gene is a dead end, so to speak. It should have been a lethal mutation. Like, say, a gene that caused a target-shaped rash to appear on your forehead right before hunting season.
MR. ADAMSON picks up the white cane.
MR. ADAMSON
So how can there be a gene for suicide?
DR. GUZMAN
Ah, but what if the suicide gene gives you some sort of competitive advantage? Maybe people who have this gene are more fearless. They take bigger risks. Have more sex, more progeny. Before they pull the trigger.
MR. ADAMSON
My dad committed suicide.
DR. GUZMAN
If you give me some blood, I can test you for the gene.
MR. ADAMSON
Then what?
DR. GUZMAN
Then you know. Thatâs all. Diagnose,
adios
.
MR. ADAMSON
But if you know the gene, why canât you just cure the disease?
DR. GUZMAN
Itâs not that easy. For starters, you need a billion dollars to go from gene to drug.
And
you need a lot of luck.
Delicately, MR. ADAMSON attempts to bring down the phone using the white cane.
And somebody got lucky. Somebody else.
MR. ADAMSON
Somebody else discovered your gene?
DR. GUZMAN
Using a culture of my own cells. This young kid doing his post-doc throws up a prayer and discovers the very gene Iâd spent my whole life chasing.
MR. ADAMSON
That doesnât seem fair.
DR. GUZMAN
Fair? Is it fair that you canât walk? Is it fair that some prick stole my gene from right under my nose? Fairness is not in the equation. Science doesnât belong to anybody. Itâs not a creation. Itâs a discovery. If somebody didnât accidentally stumble upon penicillin, the double helix, or the goddamn Slinky, somebody else would have. Can you imagine the world today without a Slinky? Impossible!
MR. ADAMSON
So why did you fail? You were smart enough, hard-working enough. Motivated enough. You know why you failed?
DR. GUZMAN
The same reason I got defective eyeballs. Short straw.
MR. ADAMSON
But why? Why werenât you the lucky one?
The phone crashes to the ground. DR. GUZMAN grabs it, puts it away.
DR. GUZMAN
I might ask you the same thing.
MR. ADAMSON
Iâm not unlucky.
DR. GUZMAN
Prove it. Heads or