"Sequencing," she repeats, and it sounds like it's about right as a term. Map the human genome, sequence the genes in it--like, it's about as scifi as the laser guns, but it makes sense.
The way he turns the subject away from genetics seems like it'd benefit both of them, and she's willing to let the disagreement drop. She doesn't know much more about genetics than Dolly the sheep and those hereditary squares they drew in sophomore biology--and he's already hinted that this is a subject he might have a personal stake in. (Madness is such an old-fashioned word for it. I wonder who the sixth Countess Vorrutyer was to Byerly Vorrutyer.) Maybe she does, too, but it's always been easy not to want to bathe in human blood. So maybe not.
And instead they're back on democracy, and she gives him a dubious look. "He's a count. He was never going to like letting people vote."
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The way he turns the subject away from genetics seems like it'd benefit both of them, and she's willing to let the disagreement drop. She doesn't know much more about genetics than Dolly the sheep and those hereditary squares they drew in sophomore biology--and he's already hinted that this is a subject he might have a personal stake in. (Madness is such an old-fashioned word for it. I wonder who the sixth Countess Vorrutyer was to Byerly Vorrutyer.) Maybe she does, too, but it's always been easy not to want to bathe in human blood. So maybe not.
And instead they're back on democracy, and she gives him a dubious look. "He's a count. He was never going to like letting people vote."