Compte Vermillion Ruche is touring his laboratory. A young lab technician accompanies, clutching a satin bag of ortolans. Everytime Ruche finishes devouring a bird the earnest young man passes him another. Ruche eats with great relish, biting off the head first and talking as he chews.
"at one time of course this was considered junk DNA. Just imagine! The presumptuousness of some people! If they couldn't figure out what it was there for then of course it must be useless, the genetic equivalent of an appendix! It's like hearing someone speaking a foreign tongue and assuming it must be gibberish, just because you can't understand him.
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