At first glance, there seems to be little rhyme or reason to the messy organization of capsules, speciemens and notes scattered around the lab. Looking closer, however, you realize that while reason is lacking twofold, rhyme is present, with strange shorthands and codes being scribbled on the specimens, probably for ease of remembering. The technician, attempting not to lose his thread of thought, is muttering a bizarre mnemonic related to genetic sequencing. You decide to leave him to it.