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Game: Changed. I’ve said it before about other things, but we truly live in the future. Arsenic based life? Really? REALLY? That’s the kind of thing you have to print on a sticker for every now-dated high school biology text book in existence. “All forms of life are made up of carbon, nitrogen, hydrogen, phosphorus, oxygen and sulfur” is now factually untrue. In fact, I think this actually makes my AP Bio test essay completely irrelevant. As a closeted science nerd (and as a human being with a general interest in the advancement of our collective understanding of the universe) this is monumental. It’s akin to our realizing that all living things are made of cells, or that gravity is a function of mass, or that time and the speed of light are intertwined. There’s still hope for us after all.
Though hold up…what the fuck was NASA doing hanging out at in a lake in California? That does not sound like space exploration to me. They’re going to have a hell of a time explaining that one.
Also, I think this was actually an X-Files episode, except everyone who came in contact with the bacteria turned into raving maniacs. So there’s a remote chance something radical like that happens. Fingers crossed!
