if sensing an abyss before it.
âYou know, I used to collect those when I was a kid,â Wry saysfondly. âMatchbox cars, theyâre called. Canât remember now what I did with all of them.â
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Special Agent Nobis and Pierre Saint-Philèmon were on hand for Wry Wrixtonâs autopsy, as they had been for all of the autopsies, some postburial, of the nine victims. The findings of the pathologist remained consistent and as puzzling as ever.
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âIn each case,â Nobis explained to a packed house in the largest conference room available at FBI headquarters the afternoon following Wrixtonâs funeral, âcertain proteins concentrated in the heart valves of the victims were ingested by agents widespread in nature, found inâamong other taxonomic speciesâthe Venus flytrap and the venom of the Japanese hornet. In each case the delivery system was contained in one of these hobby cars.â
He picked up one of the eight identical black racers from a table beside him. The components of the ninth car (some so small a strong magnifying glass was required to see them) were arranged in orderly fashion a little distance away. While Nobis spoke, another of the components, somewhat like a near-microscopic Swiss Army knife with dozens of tools, was robotically rebuilding the ninth car.
âThe metal is a nickel-titanium alloy called nitinol,â Nobis continued. âMotive power is contained in nickel hydride batteries, each the size of a grain of sand.â He gave the wheels of the car he was holding a spin and put it upside down on a leg of the table. The car descended and, with a version of eight-wheel drive, smoothly made the transition from table leg to floor. It then made a right turn and stopped half an inch from the FBI agentâs right foot. Nobis returned the little car to the table.
âThe wheels are coated with a substance similar to the adhesive found on the hairs that sprout at the ends of a geckoâs toes. Itprovides sticking power that nevertheless doesnât impede smooth forward or reverse motion.â
There was dead silence in the room until the director of Carnegie-Mellon Universityâs Autonomous Mobile Robotics Lab spoke up.
âWhere in Godâs name did the technology come from?
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canât do this!â
The Pentagonâs rep, bristling with gold stars, said darkly, âAnd whoâs funding it? Not us.â
Other representatives of world governments or R and D divisions of biobusinesses who were present via satellite looked puzzled; or they shook their heads emphatically.
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,â Pierre Saint-Philèmon said softly. âIt gets worse. Or better, perhaps, depending on oneâs scientific viewpoint.â
From Prague a Nobel laureate in integrative biology asked, âDo you have an explanation of how the bacteria confine their destruction to the heart valves? Can the bacteria distinguish one protein from another? As we all know, there are millions of different proteins in the human body, thus far uncatalogued.â
The chief pathologist for the FBI took over.
âNo, we canât answer that. But examination of each victimâs tissues by electron microscope reveals an infinitesimally small borehole through the sternum and into the heart wall.â A computer graphic on another large LCD screen illustrated his remarks. âThe secondary delivery vehicle, which we believe is off-loaded from one of the toy carsâa nanobiomimetic âcreature,â for want of a better wordâcompletes the drilling process into the heart wall, then disperses bacteria that immediately set to work, um, replicating themselves.â
âHave you isolated the bacteria?â asked the director of Singaporeâs Institute of Molecular and Cell Biology.
âNo. The chief characteristic of the bacteria is that it seems tobe amazingly fast-acting, and somehow genetically engineered to, um, cease to