Short story: Blot

摘要

The smell of mercaptoethanol lingers in the air and mixes with the fish-gone-seriously-bad fragrance of the TEMED that went into the gels. I wonder if the fruit of that marriage is why I haven't been to any parties lately; meanwhile, blue nebulas dissolve in the buffer and I watch the samples settle at the bottom of the wells and then condense under the weight of glycerol and electrical current. Something resembling a horizontal line forms and off we go.