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− | <h3>Joseph Fridman</h3> | + | <h3>Olya Spassibojko</h3> |
− | The year was 1989. Even as the Cold War raged on, the USSR and the ideology it represented were in their death throes. In an act of desperation, the Politburo sought to develop a new propaganda apparatus, hoping that by effectively spreading pro-Soviet sentiment worldwide support for the enfeebled superpower would increase, and the tides would turn. To that end, Joseph Fridman was created. With a disarming kindness and an extraordinary intellect, he was capable of convincing anyone whom he spoke to that the path to prosperity was painted red. After a battery of evaluations, Fridman was sent to America with the goal of neutralizing it as an adversary to communism. However, upon arrival in the US, he was staggered by the wealth and majesty of the republic. After thinking it through, he decided to defect to the capitalist West. Without his assistance, the Soviet empire soon collapsed. Now an American citizen, the former sleeper agent has settled down, studying psychology at Cornell University (with the obvious purpose of honing his power of persuasion) and working to convince the population of Ithaca of the preeminence of CUGEM.
| + | <p>"Shall I compare her to a winter’s day?<br /> |
| + | But what would be the point? There’s naught to say.<br /> |
| + | The two are as apart as night and day.<br /> |
| + | Unlike the frigid winter’s waning sun<br /> |
| + | her warmth is genuine; her outlook fun.<br /> |
| + | With passion does she love the work we’ve done. </p> |
| + | |
| + | <p>And she gives shelter to small furry things,<br /> |
| + | unlike the cold that drives them all away.<br /> |
| + | And she knows all the joy good cloning brings –<br /> |
| + | a veteran and expert nowadays.<br /> |
| + | And she loves Anberlin (and what they sing<br /> |
| + | is nothing like what winter winds will play).</p> |
| + | |
| + | <p>And only she knows how to say her name:<br /> |
| + | I mean Spassibojko? How am I supposed to put that in meter, let alone rhyme it?<br /> |
| + | "</p> |
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− | <h3>Ryan Ashley</h3> | + | <h3>Reed Geisler</h3> |
− | There are rumors. People say things – see things – around our labs. Blonde-haired apparitions float in and out of the corners of our eyes. Visions of a gentle smile flash through team members’ minds. Perfect gels appear on the countertop, and despite the immaculate labeling, no one knows who ran them. One team member, who wishes to remain anonymous, says that on one quiet lonely afternoon as he walked by one of the sinks, he noticed it was dirty, caked with mud and beakers strewn about. Since he was the only one in the lab at the time, he decided to clean it up, but when he turned to look at the sink again, it was completely cleaned! There is agreement among the team that something … else lurks in our workspace. We’ve taken to calling our mysterious helper “Ryan” (the name just seemed to fit). We don’t know what it is or what it wants, but we do know our project wouldn’t be half as well done without it.
| + | See Alan. |
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| <h3>Rishabh Singh</h3> | | <h3>Rishabh Singh</h3> |
− | They speak of a man learned beyond all others, unbound by mortal flesh. For eons, he wandered this plane, seeking new pleasures to satisfy his ageless conscience. Nothing was outside his grasp. In his wake, nations fell, civilizations flourished, and as always, the women swooned. Gradually, through the thousands of millennia, this man’s true name of power was lost to the shifting sands of time. But, word among the people speak of a him currently residing in Cornell University, assuming the identity of “Rishabh”, though veterans of the field know this is simply one of the many guises he has chosen. He currently dedicates himself to the Cornell iGEM team, lending an eternity of knowledge to this humble project team. When he is not gracing his presence in the iGEM lab space, he prefers the quiet sanctity of the indoors, proving himself among the best in the FPS gaming, his years as a skilled military tactician rendering his enemies little more than a mob of confused toddlers. Legend also speaks of his legendary pie making skills, though few live to tell the tale of a pie of such high caliber, as the sheer ecstasy of tasting one of these legendary morsels causes the human body to permanently cease function (in some parts of the world, death in such a way is considered an honorable one).
| + | <p>"Captain's Log<br /> |
− | This biography serves as more than just a record, it is a herald, a warning for times to come. The one named Rishabh is powerful beyond measure, though his current form may be unassuming. Woe to those that stand in his way, as he is not known to be merciful. The last recorded time his wrath was incurred, the Black Death occurred. Not even the very best of heroes can even dream of facing his final form, which is also known to be incredible sassy. So beware, beware to all those who hope to undermine his efforts. In even the most secretive of moments, do not forget.
| + | Entry #421-1<br /> |
− | He won’t. | + | Sector: 2814<br /> |
| + | Coordinates: 42.4433° N, 76.5000° W</p> |
| + | |
| + | <p>Many moons ago, my crew and I were ordered by high command to hunt and capture a mythical<br /> |
| + | creature named ""Rishabh"", though they say his true name of power remains lost to the eons. For <br /> |
| + | decades, we studied his patterns, learned his ways. Rishabh, despite an eternity of wisdom, had <br /> |
| + | devolved into a creature of habit, frequenting a small nearby establishment named ""Taco Bell"". The <br /> |
| + | creature also displayed a certain affinity towards ""rap"" music, though our research team had yet to <br /> |
| + | deciphering its meaning. When the time had come, our scouts tracked his last known location to Ithaca, <br /> |
| + | where he had blended into the student populace; more specifically, the Cornell iGEM team. Tracking <br /> |
| + | down Rishabh's lair was mere child's play; our crew commanded the best hunters in the known <br /> |
| + | quadrant. And so we infiltrated and laid in wait, hoping to find the perfect moment to strike.<br /> |
| + | But so was he. <br /> |
| + | In my hubris, I underestimated the might of the ancient powers, at the cost of my crew's lives. One by <br /> |
| + | one, we were slaughtered. I am the sole survivor. Even now, I am being hunted. My days left are <br /> |
| + | numbered. It is coming for me. He is coming for me. If anyone receives this message, please send he"</p> |
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− | <h3>Swati Sureka</h3> | + | <h3>Sachiye Koide </h3> |
− | You'd remember when you first met her, in lab. It's pretty striking at first: She [Swati] sits motionless, like a spider in the centre of its web, but that web has a thousand radiations, and she knows well every quiver of each of them. Beakers, notebooks, laptops, disembodied voices, bits and pieces of cardboard, flora and fauna of the like that have never been seen before on Planet Earth - all circle her in the air, flying around like so many transporters, enzymes, and cellular automata. She does little herself. She only plans. But her agents are numerous and splendidly organised. Is there research to be done, a paper to be abstracted, we will say, a block of DNA to be characterized, a project to be undertaken - the word is passed to the SWATi Team, the matter is organised and carried out. And if that all sounds a little intimidating, have no fear: Swati is sworn by oath to the Old Gods and the New to defend, advance, and justify through feats of meaningful scientific accomplishment the existence of human life. Just make sure you don't forget to pay your social dues...
| + | A legend has been foretold. When joy and fortune met, when they sought to sew together their ideals, they encoded their essence into their perfect set of nucleotides, and their story gave birth to this girl of the highest caliber. As she emits her radiant demeanor, all hints of evil contaminants shall be vanquished from her LB. As she exudes her joyous energy, all traces of negative emotions shall simply dissipate. Yes, her mere presence will be the sun that illuminates the darkness and fills the void that threatens to swallow the Cornell iGEM lab. Be it her unique tastes in music, or her peerless and impeccable cloning techniques, or her complete calmness in the presence of dangerous flying insects, she will imbue us with hope and strength to obliterate the peptidoglycan fortresses that stand against our mission. However, all of this conceal her true talent as a visionary and creator. With those animations so dynamic, so vibrant, she will surely lead us to victory. She is Sachiye Koide, and may her legend be forever carved into iGEM history. |
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− | <h3>George Danias</h3> | + | <h3>Saie Ganoo </h3> |
− | George Danias? <br>
| + | Can anyone say no to Saie? Hailing from Tennessee, with a subtle Southern drawl, Saie appears to be cute and collected, but beware: even though she may be slightly on the short side, she’s full of spunk. At night, she lives a double life, staying up until 3AM befriending often clueless high schoolers as a residential advisor and sending cool emails with lots of random pictures off the internet. By day, you can find her snapchatting in wet lab, jamming out to the best of the best (aka High School Musical and the Jonas Brothers. No shame. You can admit that you like them too; she won’t judge.), all while casually inserting genes into plasmids with success. She co-leads the policy and practices subteam as well, determined to save every salmon in upstate New York. So how does she do it all? She may be busy, but don’t fear. She’ll always be there to comfort you with Netflix on those days where you want to stay in bed for 10 hours. Armed with a Starbucks Frappuccino in hand, Saie has no fear in tackling on whatever the world hands her, and she will do it with a smile. |
− | Many have dreamt and heard his name<br>
| + | |
− | | + | |
− | Only to find themselves shocked and maimed<br>
| + | |
− | | + | |
− | By his unputdownable creativity,<br>
| + | |
− | | + | |
− | Ingenuity and alacrity,<br>
| + | |
− | <br>
| + | |
− | | + | |
− |
| + | |
− | | + | |
− | His inventions rise from ground<br>
| + | |
− | | + | |
− | Like his infinite wisdom that always astounds<br>
| + | |
− | | + | |
− | His mechanical chess pieces guard his palace<br>
| + | |
− | | + | |
− | Where he makes cells as radiant as the aurora borealis<br>
| + | |
− | | + | |
− | <br>
| + | |
− | | + | |
− | Although only a part of the team since this year<br>
| + | |
− | | + | |
− | Everyone seems to notice when he disappears<br>
| + | |
− | | + | |
− | So treasure his presence, for he’s only nice<br>
| + | |
− | | + | |
− | When you’re not one of his lab mice<br>
| + | |
− | | + | |
− | <br>
| + | |
− | | + | |
− | Many wonder why he has chosen to impact our lives,<br>
| + | |
− | But to that question, he chooses to derive<br>
| + | |
− | A massive differential equation<br>
| + | |
− | Showcasing why it is the best and most valuable occasion<br>
| + | |
− | <br>
| + | |
− | He often is staring at the sky<br>
| + | |
− | Not pondering when, where, or why,<br>
| + | |
− | But deciding the fate of planets and stars<br>
| + | |
− | Like a couple billion years ago, he decided on mars.<br>
| + | |
− | <br>
| + | |
− | | + | |
− | So in fact he didn’t apply to the team<br> | + | |
− | But decided it would be good for our self-esteem<br>
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− | <h3>Tina Su</h3> | + | <h3>Tara Chari </h3> |
| Date a girl who reads. Find her in a cozy coffee shop, Stella's, tucked behind the fall foliage in the bustle of Cornell Collegetown. Wherever you find her, she'll be smiling, making sure it lingers even when people talking to her look away. Kiss her in the rain under the glow of a streetlamp because you saw it in a film. Remark at its huge significance. Date a girl who reads because she is a storyteller. You with Hemingway, Nabokov and Austen, in the library, on the metro platform at nine and three-quarters, in the corner cafe, perched on the window of your room. You, who makes my life so difficult. | | Date a girl who reads. Find her in a cozy coffee shop, Stella's, tucked behind the fall foliage in the bustle of Cornell Collegetown. Wherever you find her, she'll be smiling, making sure it lingers even when people talking to her look away. Kiss her in the rain under the glow of a streetlamp because you saw it in a film. Remark at its huge significance. Date a girl who reads because she is a storyteller. You with Hemingway, Nabokov and Austen, in the library, on the metro platform at nine and three-quarters, in the corner cafe, perched on the window of your room. You, who makes my life so difficult. |
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− | <h3>Neil Chitrao</h3> | + | <h3>Wenjia You</h3> |
− | Deep beneath the Alamogordo testing range, the United States planned their most ambitious project yet. So shrouded in secrecy was this project, not even the President of the United States was aware of its undertaking. It was to be a grand culmination of centuries of research, dwarfing even the scale of the Manhattan Project. The premise was simple: to create a humanoid embodiment of the spirit of American patriotism. Nicknamed the N.E.I.L., or Nationalistically Empowered Intelligent Lifeform, he was to be an exemplar of the American standard and ingenuity. Unfortunately he was too modern for his time, and the team of scientists, fearing for another “Cold War” style confrontation, locked N.E.I.L. in stasis until the time was right to reintroduce him to American society.
| + | <p>public class Wenjia {<br /> |
− | <br><br> | + | <br /> |
− | That time is now.
| + | private String hometown;<br /> |
− | <br><br> | + | String yr;<br /> |
− | Numerous field reports have triangulated his position at Cornell University, where he has subtly placed himself within Cornell’s iGEM team. Though he tries to mask his identity, his designs are unmistakable. He is fueled by twin-powered nuclear fission reactors, rendering sleep unnecessary, explaining the numerous hours he has been sighted in the lab working on inhuman hours of sleep. It is also nigh impossible to be in his presence without the word “America” being uttered at least once, a remnant of his circuitry from the highly patriotic wartime years. Delving further into conversation, you will find a vast database of knowledge of weaponry and military aircraft, an unsurprising find due to his production during the 1940s. Despite his advanced systems, he bides his time, remaining in his low-profile state until the time arises to take up arms to defend the American ideal once more.
| + | private String bedtime;<br /> |
− |
| + | <br /> |
− | </div>
| + | boolean isSnowing = false;<br /> |
− | </div>
| + | <br /> |
− | <div class="row">
| + | private int hrsWatchingKDramas; // per week </p> |
− | <div class="col-md-9 col-xs-12">
| + | |
− | <h3>Michelle Zhang</h3>
| + | <p> static int stress = 0;<br /> |
− | Now for Michelle there’s little I can say:<br>
| + | </p> |
− | Her skill is matched by none; her scheming eyes<br>
| + | |
− | Do always flit betwixt pipettes, with ne’er <br>
| + | <p> public Wenjia(){<br /> |
− | A microliter out of place. Oh my! <br><br>
| + | hometown = "Nanjing";<br /> |
| + | yr = "Sophmore";<br /> |
| + | bedtime = "1 am";</p> |
| | | |
− | Above the busy humming of our lair, <br>
| + | <p> hrsWatchingKDramas = 5;<br /> |
− | Amidst the bustling team, her focus grows; <br>
| + | }</p> |
− | Her data gathers, as if out of air. <br>
| + | |
− | Graphs pop on screen; a smile begins to show.<br><br>
| + | |
| | | |
− | Fluorescent lights now flicker, silence falls<br>
| + | <p> public void addClass(Class newClass){<br /> |
− | Upon the lab… we just make out the clicks<br>
| + | <br /> |
− | Of Eppendorf tubes popping. Softly call,<br>
| + | if(newClass.type.equals("CS")){ <br /> |
− | “Who’s there?” Ms. Zhang emerges, oh so slick. <br><br>
| + | bedtime = "4 am";<br /> |
| + | stress += 3;<br /> |
| + | <br /> |
| + | hrsWatchingKDramas++;<br /> |
| + | }<br /> |
| + | else{ <br /> |
| + | stress += 1;<br /> |
| + | }<br /> |
| + | }<br /> |
| + | <br /> |
| + | public void findWenjia(){<br /> |
| + | <br /> |
| + | if(isSnowing && stress < 4){<br /> |
| + | System.out.println("Gone skiing");<br /> |
| + | }<br /> |
| + | else if(isSnowing){<br /> |
| + | System.out.println("Watching K Dramas or TBBT");<br /> |
| + | }<br /> |
| + | else if(stress < 5 && !isSnowing){<br /> |
| + | System.out.println("Barbecuing and picnicking ");<br /> |
| + | }<br /> |
| + | else{<br /> |
| + | System.out.println("Somehow managing to get all my work done in an infinitesimally small amount of time!");<br /> |
| + | }<br /> |
| + | <br /> |
| + | }</p> |
| | | |
− | What more can I say of this wondrous fiend?<br>
| + | <p>}<br /> |
− | Her mysteries abound; ‘tis all I’ve gleaned.
| + | </p> |
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| + | |
− | <h3>Jonlin Chen</h3>
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− | The shining light of the grand Lighthouse of Alexandria pierced through the ebony Arabian night, guiding the royal ships of King Ptolemy II Philadelphus to the safety of the Pharos shore. After departing the Eastern Desert with crates of spices, linen, and gold, Egyptian sailors bowed to the mercy of the Great Sea and endured Her thrashing waves and whipping rain on their way home. The darkness often consumed faith in reaching Great Alexandria, that is until the fire-burning Lighthouse parted the night sky and illuminated the secure Nile Delta and familiar shores. Jonlin Chen, although human and not 120 meters tall, is Cornell iGEM's guiding light and source of all hope during times of darkness. While we, less-skilled iGEM members, are literally drowning in incomplete minipreps and restriction digests and utterly clueless on where to begin, Jonlin is the one person we can count on to show us the way. Whether it is a frantic phone call in the morning before class or a 2am Groupme message of desperation, Jonlin is always ready to help. Her fire-burning passion for bioengineering and iGEM fuels our team and shines through the often gloomy labspace during exam weeks and consecutive weeks of unsuccessful transformations, and is an inspiration to us all.
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− | <h3>Grace Livermore</h3> | + | <h3>Yi Fan Chen </h3> |
− | Beyond the isles of man, in the shaded grove where the heavens gently caress the Earth sits the very heart of nature itself. It is here that the land retains its pristine landscape, unfettered and untainted by the influences of mankind’s expansion. The very natural order was under siege, and Mother Nature required a vanguard to fight on her behalf. Using primitive arcane energies that shaped the Earth itself, the very essence of nature was harnessed, coalescing into a single being. Thus, Grace came into being, so aptly named to be the saving grace of nature’s purity.
| + | This man has been ingrained with Confuscious virtues since the day he was born. He works hard, hardly ever plays, gets barely any pay, yet never complains about the hardship to his bosses. In fact, he does not even regard his daily tribulations as difficulties. He merely sees them as challenges that builds character. (Hell, he evens cooks his meal, and he cooks it better than my mom does, whats up with that?) He knows that one day the mountains will be moved, the foes will be vanquished, and the sea departs to make way for him toward that stockpile of Nobel prices that is his birthright. And so he waits. He pipets. He autoclaves. He transforms. He only sleeps during the few hours of incubation. When he sleeps, he dreams:"when that day comes, I am going to give 10% of every one of my Nobel Price money to my buddy_____" (Yeah he better, because that buddy of his does not have a pension plan). |
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− | But where to start? The damage done is great, but like all great heroes, small steps come before giant bounds, and Grace knew the perfect place to start. She now works tirelessly on Cornell’s iGEM team, conducting research that can rectify the contamination that grips this planet. Despite all her continuing dedication to the team, she never fails to forget the roots from which she came. An avid rock climber, she enjoys scaling the formidable walls to attune herself with the Earth. She is also learned in song and dance, particularly the style of Bhangra, for which she has joined Cornell’s Bhangra team and has had much success. But above all, she is a defender of nature; a hero to us all.
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− | <h3>Jeffrey Ly</h3>
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− | From the moment Jeffrey was born, he knew he was destined to join the Cornell iGEM team. Two years later, he was successfully recruited. His youth isn't all drawback: his energy rivals that of his best friend and mentor, the energizer bunny, and it allows him to be more on top of things than most people. It has also earned him a place on the team as director of all things requiring enthusiasm. His other responsibilities include optimizing his teammates' vacation schedules and cheering up cells recovering from transformation. You may say he's a dreamer, but he is the only one.
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− | Isn't he cool?
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− | <h3>Tim Abbott</h3>
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− | Tim Abbott was the original cybernetic organism from which James Cameron based the terminator upon. He was sent back in time from a post-apocalyptic future in an effort to protect members of the Cornell iGEM team which would go on to design a novel metal sequestration fiber reactor. Once the war would break out between artificially intelligent machines and humans, humans would hold their own for a surprising amount of time. But their greatest downfall would come when the machines contaminated all the world’s water supplies with heavy metals. By successfully aiding the 2014 iGEM team in completing their metal sequestration fiber reactor, Tim effectively has ensured the future of all of mankind.
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