Clones Clones The protein sequencer ran the letters off on the monitor screen. Alone the amino acids meant nothing, but combined they became words in a genetic statement. How they were put together was a mystery until now. Some would be dominant andbe expressed, others would lie quiet never to be heard from. Dennis watched the monitor as the letters came off, and occasionally jotted a few notes down in his journal. In the background a timer ticked constantly every time one of the sequences were added to the list growing on the screen. He returned to his notes and thought, If A were to be expressed here then the E would have to be silent. It doesnt make any sense. Perhaps if I started the whole sequence over,and changed the timing, perhaps varying from just iambic pentameter. He thought about the young woman for a while before he returned to his unfinished poem.