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When he answered his front door, Jean-Pierre LeBlanc found himself put on the spot, a camera on him, and a woman with an eight-on-a-scale-of-10—and rising—migraine standing before him. His orders, as given by the television reporter also in attendance, with a chronometer in her hands, was to heal the woman using only a blend of essential oils.
Thirteen years, three billion dollars. That’s the size of the investment made to map the human genome in its entirety, give or take a few months and a few million. While scientists completed the effort over a decade ago, we’re only starting to reap the returns.
An inflatable Zodiac floats down the Ganges River, and the current is picking up. I raise my voice, asking my guide to repeat himself, my hands tightening around a paddle as whitewater rapids churn all around. “You need 10 lives to see India,” yells Mukesh Joshi, his voice barely audible.