Sometimes when I am in lab, I like to pretend that I'm saving the world. I know that it's silly, but when the only action that you get is the wrist action of pipetting, you need to keep the mind occupied.
My presence in lab is simply a ruse. Underneath my lab coat is a shirt with a K plastered across my chest. I'm here to find the cure to cancer, to nab the nasty mutant gang that masquerade under names like c-myc or large T. They have hijacked the control center at p53 and withstood the SWAT team's battery of gemcitabine and irinotecan. Today, I found that they are hiding in their cells. It's a place that I would call hell. They call it HeLa. I've tracked them on the MAPK and almost caught them phosophorylating on the AKT. Still not sure whether Ras was a wild goose chase. Those before me have sent some of the culprits to Apotosis but others have committed a mitotic catastrophe.
It's a dangerous world out there. Many innocents have died fighting and will continue to die at the hands of the cancer gang. Someone has to stop it before it metastasizes.
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