[When the temperature difference in the laboratory melted the polar frozen soil - he saw in the microscope that the red mole on the back of his partner's neck would turn into a wolf's eyes at midnight]
Lin Yanzhi, a graduate student in the Department of Biology, met Chen Lian for the first time in the corridor where dye liquid flowed across the corridor. This boy who always freezes his fingertips white, has scars burned by reagents on his wrist bones, yet his whole body gets hot looking at the cell apoptosis data in the laboratory late at night. Until he discovered that the emperor penguin specimen in the other party's private collection was growing fluorescent feathers, and the cuffs of the mysterious figure on the surveillance camera were stained with polar bear hair - exactly the same as the slices in the yellowed notebook under Chen Lian's pillow.
They shared hot cocoa amidst the hum of the centrifuge, exchanged body temperature in front of the wolf skeleton specimen, but in the formula of two-factor analysis of variance, they discovered the same aurora sequence on each other's DNA strands. When the fluorescent substance in the petri dish began to simulate the rhythm of the polar night, and the red mole on Chen Lian's neck cracked into fine hairs under the moonlight, Lin Yanzhi suddenly remembered: In the late spring cold at 37 degrees north latitude, there are never accidental encounters - there are only genetic experiments that have been dormant under the polar frozen soil for twenty years, using two young souls to make bloody lichen flowers bloom in the wasteland that should have been eternal night.
And under the microscope, the drop of waste liquid mixed with human blood and wolf hair is in the cryogenic safe, quietly waiting for a morning when the snow melts...
Concept: When the frozen soil of gene editing is dug up by ambition, two souls bound by codes, between the cold light of the microscope and the temperature of hot cocoa, are looking for the last milligram of human warmth that is enough to melt the polar night - that is the life code engraved outside the DNA that technology can never calculate.