Species III Page #2

So, anyway, thank you very much.

- Thank you.

- Thank you so much.

- Thank you very much.

- No problem. Thanks a lot.

Have a good day. Bye-bye.

Behold, the T-4 bacteriophage virus...

nature's most elegant

killing machine.

Look at it.

It's beautiful, isn't it?

Invading our living cells, it has killed

unabated since the beginning of time.

Who made it?

Where did it come from?

What immortal hand or eye

framed this dreadful symmetry?

You know what, just between us,

I think...

Who are you?

- I'm Dean.

- Dean? Of what? Leisure studies?

No, Dean's my name.

- Oh... An atrocious one.

- Sorry, sir?

I don't even think

you're in this class.

- Yes, I am.

- I think not.

Because if you were Dean,

you obviously would have

arrived on time

along with the rest

of your classmates.

Won't happen again, sir.

As I was saying, between us,

I think we made these viruses,

you and I.

They're our own

renegade microbes,

escaped from our cells,

evolving, mutating,

they become our curse,

our punishment.

Multiplying our sorrows...

the perfect predator.

It's hardly perfect.

What was that?

- Nothing.

- No, no, no. Repeat your comment.

Well, it's just that you said

that viruses are perfect,

but they're not.

For one thing,

they can't reproduce on their own,

and that's their

Achilles' heel right there.

Without a host mechanism,

they're just slowly dying proteins.

It seems we have a future

CDC administrator among us.

I don't get it.

On level four

of the Center for Disease Control,

there are preserved

in frozen nitrogen

the world's

last remaining strains of smallpox...

strains which are now

scheduled for destruction.

Rendered extinct.

Like the dodo bird, dinosaur...

...and I guess

that pleases you, right?

Who are you to judge

which species lives or dies?

What?

What the hell was that?

- Specist.

- Specist?

Someone who's prejudiced

against other species.

Yeah, I know what it is,

but of all the things I've been called...

Did you get beat up

on the playground a lot?

Shut up.

- Got any change?

- Yeah.

Word.

Come on, man.

I will buy you something nice

out of the vending machines.

- Thanks.

- Uh-huh. It's 'cause I like you.

Dean! Can I have a word?

- Sh*t.

- I gotta go, dude.

I got an online auction, you know?

Yes, Dr. Turner?

As you know,

being your department head,

it's my responsibility

to review your funding.

I must say I'm concerned

with what I've seen.

- Concerned?

- You're all over the place!

Physics, biochemistry,

bioengineering...

too many interests,

too few results.

Especially for graduate-level work.

Sir, lately the Tokamak's

been giving us a very...

Oh, forget it.

The Tokamak's history.

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