Chromosome 6 by Robin Cook. Chapter 5, 6

and Dr. Edwards had met.

Six years ago Kevin had never heard of a bonobo. But that changed

rapidly when bonobos were selected as the subjects for his GenSys

project. He now knew they were exceptional creatures. They were cousins

of chimpanzees but had lived in isolation in a

twenty-five-thousand-square-mile patch of virginal jungle in central

Zaire for one and a half million years. In contrast to chimps, bonobo

society was matriarchal with less male aggression. Hence, the bonobos

were able to live in larger groups. Some people called them pygmy

chimpanzees but the name was a misnomer because some bonobos were

actually larger than some chimpanzees, and they were a distinct species.

Kevin found Dr. Edwards in front of a relatively small acclimatization

cage. He was reaching through the bars making tentative contact with an

adult female bonobo.

Another female bonobo was sitting against the back wall of the cage. Her

eyes were nervously darting around her new accommodations. Kevin could

sense her terror.

Dr. Edwards was hooting softly in imitation of one of the many bonobo

and chimpanzee sounds of communication. He was a relatively tall man, a

good three or four inches over Kevin’s five foot ten. His hair was a

shocking white which contrasted dramatically with his almost black

eyebrows and eyelashes. The sharply demarcated eyebrows combined with a

habit of wrinkling his forehead gave him a perpetually surprised look.

Kevin watched for a moment. Dr. Edwards’s obvious rapport with the

animals had been something Kevin had appreciated from their first

meeting. Kevin sensed it was an intuitive talent and not something

learned, and it always impressed him.

‘Excuse me,’ Kevin said finally.

Dr. Edwards jumped as if he’d been frightened. Even the bonobo shrieked

and fled to the back of the cage.

‘I’m terribly sorry,’ Kevin said.

Dr. Edwards smiled and put a hand to his chest. ‘No need to be sorry. I

was just so intent I didn’t hear you approach.’

‘I certainly didn’t mean to frighten you, Dr. Edwards,’ Kevin began,

‘but I . . .’

‘Kevin, please! If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a dozen times: my

name is Bertram. I mean, we’ve known each other for five years. Don’t

you think first names are more appropriate?’

‘Of course,’ Kevin said.

‘It’s serendipitous you should come,’ Bertram said. ‘Meet our two newest

breeding females.’ Bertram gestured toward the two apes who’d inched

away from the back wall. Kevin’s arrival had frightened them, but they

were now curious.

Kevin gazed in at the dramatically anthropomorphic faces of the two

primates. Bonobo’s faces were less prognathous than their cousins, the

chimpanzees, and hence considerably more human. Kevin always found

looking into bonobos’ eyes disconcerting.

‘Healthy-appearing animals,’ Kevin commented, not knowing how else to

respond.

‘They were just trucked in from Zaire this morning,’ Bertram said. ‘It’s

about a thousand miles as the crow flies. But by the circuitous route

they had to take to get across the borders of the Congo and Gabon, they

probably traveled three times that.’

‘That’s the equivalent of driving across the U.S.,’ Kevin said.

‘In terms of distance,’ Bertram agreed. ‘But here they probably didn’t

see more than short stretches of pavement. It’s an arduous trip no

matter how you look at it.’

‘They look like they are in good shape,’ Kevin said. He wondered how

he’d appear if he’d made the journey jammed into wooden boxes and hidden

in the back of a truck.

‘By this time I’ve got the drivers pretty well trained,’ Bertram said.

‘They treat ’em better than they treat their own wives. They know if the

apes die, they don’t get paid. It’s a pretty good incentive.’

‘With our demand going up they’ll be put to good use,’ Kevin said.

‘You’d better believe it,’ Bertram said. ‘These two are already spoken

for, as you know. If they pass all the tests, which I’m certain they

will, we’ll be over to your lab in the next couple of days. I want to

watch again. I think you are a genius. And Melanie . . . Well, I’ve

never seen such hand-eye coordination, even if you include an eye

surgeon I used to know back in the States.’

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