DC 1 - Darwin's Radio by Greg Bear

Author:Greg Bear [Bear, Greg]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Medical, Technological, General, Science Fiction, Suspense, Virus diseases, Human evolution, Thrillers, Women molecular biologists, Fiction, DNA viruses
ISBN: 9780345435248
Publisher: Random House, Inc.
Published: 2000-07-05T21:37:17+00:00

"Jesus, what happened?" Jane Salter asked as Dicken passed her in the long hall to his office. She carried a briefcase and an armload of files in green folders.

"Just an accident," Dicken said. "I fell. Did you see what's going on outside?"

"I saw," Salter said. "Creeps me out." She followed him and stood in the open door. Dicken glanced over his shoulder at her, then pulled out the old rolling chair and sat down, his face like a disappointed little boy's.

"Down about Mrs. C.?" Salter asked. She pushed back a wisp of brown hair with the corner of a folder. The wisp fell back and she ignored it.

"I suppose," Dicken said.

Salter bent to set down the briefcase, then stepped forward and laid the files on his desk. "Tom Scarry has the baby," she said. "It was autopsied in Mexico City. I guess they did a thorough job. He'll do it all over again, just to be sure."

"Have you seen it?" Dicken asked.

"Just a video feed when they took it from the ice chest in Building 15."

"Monster?"

"Major," Salter said. "A real mess."

"For whom the bell tolls," Dicken said.

"I've never figured out your position on this, Christopher," Salter said, leaning against the door jamb. "You seem surprised that this is a really nasty disease. We knew that going in, didn't we?"

Dicken shook his head. "I've chased diseases so long...this one seemed different."

"What, more sympathetic?"

"Jane, I got drunk last night. I fell in my house and cracked my shoulder. I feel like hell."

"A bender? That sounds more appropriate to a bad love life, not a misdiagnosis."

Dicken made a sour face. "Where are you going with all that?" he asked, and shoved his left forefinger at the files.

"I'm moving some stuff over to the new receiving lab. They've got four more tables. We're putting together personnel and procedures for a round-the-clock autopsy mission, L3 conditions. Dr. Sharp is in charge. I'm helping the group doing neural and epithelial analysis. I'll keep their records straight."

"Keep me in the loop? If you find something?"

"I don't even know why you're here, Christopher. You flew way above us when you went with Augustine."

"I miss the front lines. News always gets here first." He sighed. "I'm still a virus hunter, Jane. I came back to look over some old papers. See if I forgot something crucial."

Jane smiled. "Well, I did hear this morning that Mrs. C had genital herpes. Somehow it got to little Baby C early in its development. It was covered with lesions."

Dicken looked up in surprise. "Herpes? They didn't tell us that before."

"I told you it was a mess," Jane said.

Herpes could change the whole interpretation of what happened. How did the infant contract the genital herpes while still protected in the womb? Herpes was usually passed from mother to infant in the birth canal.

Dicken was severely distracted.

Dr. Denby passed by the office, smiled briefly, then doubled back and peered through the open door. Denby was a bacterial growth specialist, small and very bald, with a cherub's face and a natty plum shirt and red tie.

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