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There was a time, five years ago or so, when we knew all the humans who had been sequenced. Or at least most of them. But now we’re coming into the period when the first sequenced animals of any given species are starting to die. Above is Cinnamon, the first sequenced cat is no longer with us. And some day the hour will come when Craig Venter, who was a major contributor to the first human genome, will no longer be with us.

Something to consider.

 
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  1. I’m gonna get really misty eyed when Mr. Buzzykins, the first fruit fly to be sequenced, finally goes.

  2. I’m curious — where did Cinnamon come from? Was he / she the pet of someone involved in the project, or otherwise specifically chosen for some reason?

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    I’m curious — where did Cinnamon come from? Was he / she the pet of someone involved in the project, or otherwise specifically chosen for some reason?
     
    Well it is the opposite of the terrifying creature in http://www.unz.com/gnxp/the-cats-came-they-conquered-and-they-purred/

    My love is as a fever, longing still
    For that which longer nurseth the disease;
    Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
    The uncertain sickly appetite to please.
    My reason, the physician to my love,
    Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
    Hath left me, and I desperate now approve
    Desire is death, which physic did except.
    Past cure I am, now reason is past care,
    And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;
    My thoughts and my discourse as madmen’s are,
    At random from the truth vainly express’d;
    For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,
    Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
     

    Sonnet 147, William Shakespeare.
  3. Clint, the first sequenced Pan troglodytes verus, died before the chimpanzee genome paper was published.

  4. They’ll sequence her after death and find that the DNA is changed! She lacks a part, the part of the soul that left the body.

    Soon afterwards the evangelical researcher is fired.

  5. @Joe Q.
    I'm curious -- where did Cinnamon come from? Was he / she the pet of someone involved in the project, or otherwise specifically chosen for some reason?

    I’m curious — where did Cinnamon come from? Was he / she the pet of someone involved in the project, or otherwise specifically chosen for some reason?

    Well it is the opposite of the terrifying creature in http://www.unz.com/gnxp/the-cats-came-they-conquered-and-they-purred/

    My love is as a fever, longing still
    For that which longer nurseth the disease;
    Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
    The uncertain sickly appetite to please.
    My reason, the physician to my love,
    Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
    Hath left me, and I desperate now approve
    Desire is death, which physic did except.
    Past cure I am, now reason is past care,
    And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;
    My thoughts and my discourse as madmen’s are,
    At random from the truth vainly express’d;
    For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,
    Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.

    Sonnet 147, William Shakespeare.

  6. Dude, there at eight of her left!

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