James P Hogan. The Gentle Giants of Ganymede. Giant Series #2

“What is?”

“The Ganymeans. We never really got to the bottom of some of the interesting questions, did we? It’s a pity they couldn’t have stayed around just a little longer-until we’d managed to figure out a few more of the answers. Actually I’m a bit surprised they didn’t. At one stage they seemed even more curious about some things than we were.”

Danchekker seemed to turn the proposition over in his mind for a long time. Then he looked up and across to where Hunt was sitting and eyed him in a strange way. When he spoke his voice was curiously challenging.

“Oh really? Answers to questions such as what, might I ask?” Hunt frowned at him for a second, then shrugged as he exhaled a stream of smoke.

“You know what questions. What happened on Minerva after the Shapieron left? Why did they ship all those terrestrial animals there? What bumped off all the Minervan animals? That kind of thing. . . It would be nice to know, even if it is a bit academic now, if only to tidy all the loose ends up.”

“Oh, those.” Danchekker’s air of studied nonchalance was masterly. “I think I can supply you with whatever answers you require to those questions.” The matter-of-factness in Danchekker’s voice left Hunt at a loss for words. The professor cocked his head to one side and regarded him quizzically but could not contain a slight admission of the amusement that he felt.

“Well. . . Good God, what are they then?” Hunt managed at

last. He realized that in his astonishment he had let his cigarette slip from his fingers and made hasty efforts to retrieve it from the side of his chair.

Danchekker watched the pantomime in silence, then replied. “Let me see now, to answer directly the questions that you have just asked would not really convey very much, since they all interrelate. Most of them follow from the work I have been doing here ever since we got back from Ganymede, which covers quite a lot of ground. Perhaps it would be simpler if I just start at the beginning and follow it through from there.” Hunt waited while Danchekker leaned back and interlaced his fingers in front of his chin and contemplated the far wall to collect his thoughts.

At last Danchekker resumed. “Do you recall the piece of research from Utrecht that you brought to my attention soon after we got back-concerning the way in which animals manufacture small amounts of toxins and contaminants to exercise their def ensive systems?”

“The self-immunization process. Yes, I remember. ZORAC picked that one up. Animals possess it but human beings don’t. What about it?”

“I found the subject rather intriguing and spent some time after our discussion following it up, which included holding some very long and detailed conversations with a Professor Tatham from Cambridge, an old friend of mine who specializes in that kind of thing. In particular, I wanted to know more about the genetic codes that are responsible for this self-immunization mechanism forming in the developing embryo. It seemed to me that if we were going to try to pinpoint the causes for this radical difference between us and the beasts, this was the level at which we should look for it.”

“And. . .

“And, the results were extremely interesting . . . in fact, remarkable.” Danchekker’s voice fell almost to a whisper that seemed to accentuate every syllable. “As ZORAC discovered, in virtually all of today’s terrestrial animals, the genetic coding that determines their self-immunization mechanism is closely related to the coding responsible for another process; you might say that both processes are subsets of the same program. The other process regulates carbon-dioxide absorption and rejection.”

“I see . . .” Hunt nodded slowly. He didn’t yet see exactly

where Danchekker was leading, but he was beginning to sense something important.

“You’re always telling me you don’t like coincidences,” Danchekker went on. “I don’t either. There was far too much of a coincidence about this, so Tatham and I started delving a bit deeper. When we investigated the experiments performed at Pithead and on board Jupiter Five, we came across a second rather remarkable thing, that tied in with what I have just been talking about-concerning the Oligocene animals found in the ship there. The Oligocene animals all contain the same genetic coding elements, but in their case there is a difference. The subprograms that control the two processes I mentioned have somehow been separated out; they exist as discrete groupings that lie side by side on the same DNA chain. Now that is very remarkable, wouldn’t you say?”

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