Gene-Reality by Neil A. Hogan

“Ji. This does not look like a bio lab.”

Ji swept his arms wide to encompass the microscope that filled the room. “Maggie, you’ve got to admit, it’s pretty impressive. Imagine what you could do with this.”

Maggie shrugged. “To see genes, I need something a bit smaller. That monstrosity will just give me atoms.”

Ji pointed at a bank of screens in front of the tube-shaped structure. “It’s not an electron microscope. Something much better. We can actually see superstrings with it!”

She looked about, not quite hearing him. “You don’t even have any centrifuges in here.” She put her hands on her hips and turned to him. “What’s going on? I thought you needed my help splicing genes!”

Ji grinned. “The genes of the universe, Maggie. I want you to splice the very substance of reality!”

Maggie gaped. “I’m a molecular biologist, not a physicist. I’m not so sure about playing with reality.” She walked around the machine. A large spherical ball was where a slide might be on a normal microscope, with a LED panel on the outside. “Faraday cage?”

“Something similar. Paradoxically holding two isolated superstrings in a vacuum.” Ji pointed at one of the screens in front of it. “The first one has an interesting vibration at this range. Multiple colours cascading from top to bottom. It looks almost like a chromosome. I guess our bodies express the fundamental shapes of the universe.”

“Fibonacci spirals, golden ratios in everything. Sounds legit.” Then she looked shrewdly at him, still not willing to get closer. “There’s nothing in the journals about this research. Is this military?”

Ji shrugged. “No idea. Contracted out to us. I don’t deal with the funding. I just get paid. My latest project is to find someone who can join them together.”

“Wait. What?”

He pointed at the screen again and she came over to have a closer look. The screen was divided into two. On the left side flickered the superstring, with four legs splayed out like a deformed insect. The right side of the screen was black. “Strings are influenced by our thoughts and observations,” said Ji. “You only need to direct your thoughts at it to influence it. My problem is I can’t influence it enough to connect with the other one. Maybe you could try…”

“Ji. You do know what gene splicing is, yes? It’s all biological. We use enzymes to snip out pieces of DNA inside genes, then mix the broken DNA with snipped DNA from other genes, then put the useful recombinant DNA into bacteria that will replicate it. There are other processes involved, but it’s completely unlike the fundamental building blocks of the universe. For a start, I’m pretty sure superstrings don’t have DNA.”

“Well, at this level, superstrings are everything. They are DNA and genes and chromosomes, if you like. Just take a bit from that superstring and add it to this one, and the energy field will replicate it. Think of it like your gene-splicing experiments but with everything purely energy. The universe will take care of the rest on the other dimensions.”

Maggie pointed at the dark side of the screen. “Well, I need to see the other one to know if this is possible.”

“I’m afraid our equipment is not compatible.”

Maggie stared at Ji for a moment, uncomprehending. “Is it faulty?”

Ji grinned. “This is the exciting part. The other string is not from our reality. It was taken from a wormhole we opened inside a micro-black hole in the Collider.”

“But, if it is not compatible with the instruments, then it can’t be compatible with our universe. What the hell have they asked you to do?”

“Look. If we splice it with a piece of our universe, we’d be able to find out what it’s like! What it can do!”

Maggie looked incredulously at him. “No. I flat out refuse. I don’t care if your project loses funding. I’m not merging the underlying foundations of two universes just for your research.”

“Come on. A simple thought, and it’s done. If you won’t do it, there are plenty of other gene doctors out there that could. Why not be the first?”

“No.” Maggie folded her arms.

Ji looked sadly down at the floor. “Well, look. Alright. I understand. But, just for me. How would you do it, if you wanted to? Like, what would your procedure be? Obviously, I can’t do it myself.”

Maggie sighed. “I don’t know the shape of the other one to know how for sure, but I’d imagine moving one on top of the other, and then allowing the vibration of ours to influence the vibration of the other one. As they synchronized I’d be able to see what the other one looked like, then work out how I could join them together. If the other universe’s superstrings had eight extensions, for example, I could take one and add it to this one and see what happens. I mean, it’s really…what is it?”

Ji was staring at the screen as the right side began flickering. “It worked. You’re a genius.”

Maggie’s hand flew to her mouth. “No, no, no. You tricked me!”

Ji was ignoring her. “Look, look. The other string has six legs. And it’s slightly larger. Wait, what’s it doing?”

Maggie pushed him away and looked at the strings. One was on top of the other and seemed to be vibrating faster. “Oh no!” She quickly reached for her mobile phone.

“What? What are you doing?”

“Calling my mum to say goodbye.”

“What? Why?” Ji’s face paled as he realized she was serious.

“They’re not merging. They’re mating,” cried Maggie.

But it was far too late.

There was a momentary flash as the combined strings quickly replicated, and a new universe exploded from the laboratory at a billion times the speed of light.

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My Aboriginal Great-Great-Great-Great Grandmother On My Birth-Mother’s Side

My Great-Great-Great-Great Grandmother On My Birth-Mother’s Side

Aboriginal Ancestry

I apologize to the Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander people as this article contains information about a deceased person and may cause distress.

I’m adopted. In 2004, I got the chance to meet my birth mother as she was dying of cancer in hospital. DOCS in Australia had pulled out all the stops to help us to meet, and I was really glad that I was able to make contact with her and her families before she died.

My existence had been a mystery for her for over 30 years and she was very happy to finally close that door. I was also happy to have some answers as well.

One of my newly discovered aunties furnished me with my genetic history. At the time, the list of names in the files since 1788 filled me with dread to go through, but I finally got around to it today, and have been able to confirm the name of my aboriginal ancestor.

On most genealogy sites she is listed as Yebomel, but on one as Yebomel Gebonel. I don’t know whether that second name is correct or not.

In any case, according to this calculation article at DNA Explained, I’m less than 1% Australian Aborigine.

Here is a rough timeline. I won’t list everyone.

I’m guessing Edward Jerry arrived in Australia in the early 1830s.

NB: I’m not using general genealogy rules here. I’m writing this so that it is easy to understand for the layperson.

1st Generation

Edward Jerry b.1806 married Yebomel of the Kamilaroi Nation (near Baradine, NSW) b.1820
– Margaret Jerry b.1837

2nd Generation

Margaret Jerry b.1837 married Samuel Sorby b.1834
– Elizabeth Sorby b. 1854 (2nd child of 7)

3rd Generation

Elizabeth Sorby b. 1854 married Charles Leffley b. 1857
– Mary Ann Leffley b.1877 (5th child of 5)

4th Generation

Mary Ann Leffley b. 1877 married George Alfred Arnold
– a son b. 1914 (4th child of 4)

From this point, most descendants are still alive, so I’ll keep everyone anonymous.

5th Generation

Man b. 1914 married Woman b. 1918
– girl b.1955 (8th child to Woman, 1st to man)

6th Generation

Girl b. 1955

– Me. b.1971 – Given up for adoption (1st child of 5?)

7th Generation

Me!

As most sites encouraging you to work out your ethnicity percentage tend to stop at 6 generations, I guess my aboriginal DNA isn’t considered large enough. Certainly, I can’t see it physically, as I’m pinkish-white with high sensitivity to sunlight, and exhibiting facial features that seem more Scottish than anything else. Even so, I like the idea that I have a bit of Aboriginal in me as the Aboriginal Dreamtime and traditional Aboriginal healing practices do interest me.

What I was surprised to find when doing my research this morning was that there are a lot of people out there descended from Yebomel.

It also made me think that it is perhaps her that I owe my interest in other cultures to. After all, if she wasn’t that progressive or open-minded to having a relationship with a British guy in the first place, I wouldn’t exist!

If you’re descended from Yebomel, and find this post at some point in the future, feel free to leave a comment about your connections.

Additional: I found out the language Yebomel might have spoken. The original site no longer exists but a backup is available via archive.org here: Gamilaraay Dictionary