He stood like an Artists rendition of something seen before...... his tablet held high towards the heavens his pen in the other hand.......
He remembered the man that lived in the woods for 30 plus years that had handed him the little copy.
He thought to himself... what if we thought of DNA stranding as magnetic motor winding's?
Thus streamlining our ability to communicate on a reel......... you could roll it in and out later and before and study it....
A FRONT man..... for the Algorithms.... or a woman....
So worthy the responses and answers........ were
He nodded up at the heavens and the sky lit with a distant bolt.... as a gesturing of mutual respect he tilted his head with hat.... a humbling......
He wondered to himself at what point was not enough money on the table there to steal?
When did it no longer generate interest?
The temptation gone?
Maybe the fragments will become magnetized and all pulled into a piece?
Like......
Burt Reynolds Laugh....
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