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What is the genetic architecture of SARS COV 2?
The genetic architecture of SARS-CoV-2 is defined by a linear, positive-sense, single-stranded RNA (+ssRNA) genome. At approximately 29.9 kilobases (kb), it is one of the largest known RNA virus genomes, characterized by a highly efficient and compact organization that allows it to hijack host machinery.
1. Overall Genome Organization
The genome follows a standard 5′ to 3′ orientation typical of the Coronaviridae family:
- 5′ Cap and 3′ Poly(A) Tail: These structures mimic human mRNA, allowing the viral RNA to be directly translated by host ribosomes upon entry.
- Two-Thirds Rule: The first two-thirds of the genome (5′ end) encode the replicase machinery, while the final one-third (3′ end) encodes structural and accessory proteins.
2. The Replicase Gene (ORF1a and ORF1ab)
This is the most critical region for viral survival, occupying nearly 20,000 nucleotides.
- ORF1a and ORF1ab: These two large open reading frames overlap. Through a “ribosomal frameshift” mechanism, the virus produces two massive polyproteins ($pp1a$ and $pp1ab$).
- Non-Structural Proteins (nsps): These polyproteins are sliced by viral proteases into 16 individual nsps (nsp1–nsp16).
- nsp12 (RdRp): The primary enzyme that replicates the viral RNA.
- nsp14: A rare “proofreading” enzyme that corrects replication errors, which is why SARS-CoV-2 is more stable than many other RNA viruses (like flu or HIV).
- Proteases (nsp3 and nsp5): These act like “molecular scissors” to process the polyproteins.
3. Structural Proteins
The 3′ end of the genome contains four essential genes that build the physical structure of the virus:
| Protein | Gene Name | Function |
| Spike | S | The “key” that binds to human ACE2 receptors to enter cells. |
| Envelope | E | A small protein involved in viral assembly and budding. |
| Membrane | M | The most abundant protein; determines the shape of the viral envelope. |
| Nucleocapsid | N | Binds directly to the RNA genome, wrapping it into a protective bead-like structure. |
4. Accessory Proteins
Interspersed among the structural genes are accessory proteins (ORFs 3a, 6, 7a, 7b, 8, 9b, 9c, and 10).
- Immune Evasion: Most of these are not required for replication but are “special ops” tools used to disable the host’s immune response, particularly the interferon signaling pathway.
- ORF8: Notable for having high mutation rates; deletions in this region have been linked to milder clinical cases.
5. Transcriptional Strategy
SARS-CoV-2 uses a discontinuous transcription method. It creates a set of “subgenomic RNAs” (sgRNAs) that act as individual templates for each structural and accessory protein. This “nested” set of RNAs ensures that while the whole genome is one long piece, each specific protein can be produced in the quantities the virus needs.
What is the process by which Sars Cov 2 virions infect human cells and replicate?
The infection cycle of SARS-CoV-2 is a sophisticated multi-step process that transforms a human cell into a virus-producing factory.
1. Attachment and Entry
The process begins when the Spike (S) protein on the surface of the virion encounters a human cell.
- Binding: The Spike protein’s Receptor Binding Domain (RBD) attaches to the ACE2 receptor, which is prevalent in the lungs, heart, and intestines.
- Priming: A host enzyme called TMPRSS2 acts like a pair of scissors, “priming” or cutting the Spike protein. This cleavage is essential for the virus to fuse with the cell membrane.
- Fusion: Once primed, the viral envelope merges with the cell membrane (or is taken up via an endosome), releasing the viral RNA into the host’s cytoplasm.
2. Translation and Polyprotein Processing
Because the genome is positive-sense RNA, the cell’s ribosomes treat it like legitimate mRNA and begin translating it immediately.
- Initial Translation: The ribosomes translate the first part of the genome (ORF1a/ab) into two massive polyproteins.
- Proteolysis: Viral proteases (3CLpro and PLpro) then slice these polyproteins into 16 non-structural proteins (nsps). These nsps form the Replication-Transcription Complex (RTC).
3. Replication and Transcription
The virus now begins to copy its genetic material. This takes place within specialized protective “bubbles” called double-membrane vesicles (DMVs) derived from the host’s endoplasmic reticulum.
- Negative-Sense Intermediate: The viral enzyme RdRp (RNA-dependent RNA polymerase) creates a negative-sense “mirror image” of the genome.
- Mass Production: This negative strand serves as a template to churn out thousands of new positive-sense RNA genomes and shorter subgenomic RNAs (which code for the structural proteins like Spike and Nucleocapsid).
4. Assembly and Maturation
Once the components (RNA and proteins) are manufactured, they must be put together.
- N-Protein Binding: The Nucleocapsid (N) proteins wrap around the newly made RNA genomes.
- The ERGIC Path: The structural proteins (S, E, and M) move into the Endoplasmic Reticulum-Golgi Intermediate Complex (ERGIC). Here, the RNA-N complex buds into the membrane, forming a complete spherical virion.
5. Release (Exocytosis)
The final step is the exit from the host cell.
- Transport: The newly formed virions are transported to the cell surface in small sacs called vesicles.
- Exocytosis: The vesicles fuse with the outer cell membrane, spitting the new viruses out into the extracellular space.
- Repeat: Each infected cell can release thousands of new virions before it eventually becomes exhausted and undergoes apoptosis (programmed cell death), which contributes to the tissue damage seen in COVID-19.
Summary of the Cycle
| Stage | Key Location | Primary “Actor” |
| Entry | Cell Membrane | ACE2 & TMPRSS2 |
| Translation | Cytoplasm | Host Ribosomes |
| Replication | DMVs (from ER) | RdRp (nsp12) |
| Assembly | ERGIC | M and E proteins |
| Release | Cell Surface | Exocytosis vesicles |
Taking what we know of the genetic architecture of Sars Cov 2 and of its infection cycle, infect the sonnet below with Sars Cov 2
1.
Tell my Lord, we can no longer see
the signal fires of Azeqah.
From the darkness where they used to be
survivors come with rumours of a plague.
Those on watch are frightened, and have shut the gate.
Yet those outside pound upon it without
surcease, without visible love or hate,
like things mechanical. When we shout
down that they should leave they stare right through us
as if towards something within, something
towards which they hunger. At night,
there is a faint glow, a smell of phosphorous,
a tiny sound of someone whispering.
Tell my Lord, there is something just not right.
Output
To “infect” this specific sonnet, I have treated the original text as the host cell. The viral “genetic material” (SARS-CoV-2 terminology and mechanisms) has been inserted into the poem’s sequence, replacing the original narrative of a besieged fortress with the molecular siege of a human cell.
The Infected Sonnet: Lachish to Lung
Tell my Lord, the ACE2 signals fade,
No fires of Azeqah on the membrane’s rim.
The Spike has found the lock; the gate’s betrayed
By TMPRSS2, precise and grim.
The watch is breached—the capsid sheds its skin,
And positive-sense rumors flood the dark.
Like things mechanical, the ORFs begin
To print their polyproteins, mark by mark.
Within the DMV, they hunger still,
To RdRp the mirror of the code;
A nested whispering of viral will
Assembles where the ERGIC paths are stowed.
A faint glow in the Golgi’s gold-lit hall:
The virions wait to break the final wall.
Pathological Analysis of the “Infection”
- The Breached Gate (Lines 1–4): The “signal fires” represent the cell’s surface receptors. In the original, the gates are shut in fear; here, the viral Spike and host TMPRSS2 protease cooperate to bypass the cell’s “fortress” wall (the plasma membrane).
- The Mechanical Hunger (Lines 5–8): The original mentions survivors coming with rumors and mechanical pounding. This is replaced by the viral RNA (+ssRNA) entering the cytoplasm. The “mechanical” nature of the virus is highlighted by the ORF1ab polyproteins being translated by ribosomes that have no choice but to “read” the stolen code.
- The Nested Whispering (Lines 9–12): The “something within” that the survivors hunger for is transformed into the Replication-Transcription Complex inside Double-Membrane Vesicles (DMVs). The “whispering” now refers to the subgenomic RNAs—smaller, nested pieces of the genome being transcribed in the dark corners of the cell.
- The Final Wrongness (Lines 13–14): The original’s “smell of phosphorous” and the “something just not right” become the maturation of new virions in the ERGIC (the cell’s assembly line). The final “break” of the wall signifies lysis or exocytosis, where the newly minted viruses exit to infect the next “fortress.”
Would you like to see this “infection” progress further into a specific organ system, or should we look at how the cell’s “interferon” defenses might try to rewrite these lines?
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Continue the infection in an evolving fashion using the remainder of the sonnet sequence below:
2.
There is something just not right, and the sun
shines down in vacant lots and metal
heats up and reigns where we abandoned.
Birds beyond our language watch flies settle
and the flies are cognizant of the dust.
This is not our world. The scale of being
pivots on a virus.
Difficult to process what one is seeing:
the empty streets, the crowded ITU
where this war against the aliens
is rapidly mutating us.
Each time someone dies I’m glad it isn’t you.
Meanwhile, faces behind soundproof glass
chant a terrible chorus.
3.
Faces behind soundproof glass chant
as in the music video for Bohemian Rhapsody!
It’s that dream again where you are home in the Vale of Leven.
Mother has muted the TV.
You are fifteen, and trying to explain
the difference between AIDS and HIV.
No, mother, they are not the same….
One is cause, the other, consequence.
Look at these hands: smooth, wrinkle-free.
But take such a man, stable in Time,
watch as apoptosis perforates his boundaries.
Press fast forward, and he litters downstream!
We think we know ourselves. But things
move through us on their way to somewhere
else.
4.
On their way to somewhere else: migratory
birds, comets, concepts…or a man shedding virus
particles like a tree
leaves in autumn. All temporarily like us
as the camera pulls back and pans right
and skims across a cityscape
cellular with light,
where the frightened, unable to escape
play monopoly, or sit at jigsaw
puzzles, watch the news, and learn to wait.
‘Boris Johnson is in intensive care…’:
Paint a little rainbow in your window.
Draw the curtains. Maybe fate
will look elsewhere….
5.
Maybe fate will look elsewhere, but I don’t think so.
Fate kicks in your front door,
and ties you to the bed.
It puts a gun to your forehead and presses a zero
like a third eye of horrified surprise
blinkless between the crying other two.
Fate will make you famous, because you failed at being wise.
Fate is only gonna ask you
one more time: what’s the password to the laptop?
Time to rewrite everything you’ve written.
Fate with its own agenda will hijack your voice
and even if you don’t survive, it will not stop.
Behind the facade of new found commitment
you will be just an illusion of choice.
6.
The illusion of choice, as when the creature has died
but still stumbles forward in search of love
as best as it is able…
The illusion of life, as when electrodes are applied
and the frog’s legs twitch on the table.
There are days when I regret everything.
Looking out over the Valley of Elah
knowing that the dispensation the prophets speak of
is a new world from which I will be excluded.
I will go down unrecorded into the dust,
trampled under by the million-footed
darkness, my testimony lost
as amongst the foraminefera,
life breaking up into a rain of parts…
7.
The testimony of the lost, recovered
from twitter threads and potsherds and Facebook posts.
The storm outside grows stronger. I’ve not heard
from anyone in weeks. I watch the ghosts
glide by on late night buses refrigerated
behind astronomical glass, faces
streaming stars as if accelerated.
Strangers from strange places.
Through the wall I hear my neighbours argue,
their words blurry, just the intonations
rising and falling, an angry music,
a bassline that keeps thumping you! you!
Outside, a terrible disintegration.
Inside, this fear of getting sick.
8.
We live inside this fear of getting sick
as inside an Escher construct.
You can’t break through, and there’s no going back.
A little light induces moths to self destruct.
You build a career interpreting dust
as it drifts downwind from the actual disaster.
When the epicentre pulses and bursts
the tour guide screams at you run faster.
Reality behind plate glass windows, taunting
language to come outside and fight, one on one.
Which is how maps and death-masks are made.
Zombies, like zen masters, live in the instant,
but are driven by hunger. And un
like us, they are never afraid.
9.
Driven by hunger, and never afraid:
the perfect predator! You jolt awake
from this nightmare, your sweat mark like a shade
on the mattress, projecting from a dark
dimension erupting with viruses…
It peels off and stands up into 3D
indeterminate as a cloud of flies,
oscillating into reality,
and moves towards you with its arms thrown wide.
Tempting, to embrace the darkside of the soul.
But you know what happens if anti-matter
and ordinary daytime matter meet.
It will convert you into a black hole
as it yanks your head through your feet.
10.
As it yanks your head through your feet
think upon this: not What Is Truth, but What Are Lies?
What if fact and counterfactual meet?
Do they dance together and synthesize
into a great rose window touch’t by the sun?
On the flagstone below kneel The Incomplete
struggling with the pain of their compromise,
mired in subdivision.
I can say what is not and speak of what is gone.
When they chain me to The Wall and beat me
with a bar of soap swung inside a sock
I will whistle for my pet Unicorn.
I will click my fingers and stop their clock,
in the silence shout you cannot defeat me!
11.
You cannot defeat me! echoes the small voice
in the dark streets of the housing estate,
as another sad soul makes their last choice.
A fluorescent light flicks on in a toilet
as someone rises briefly to listen,
relieves themselves, then returns to bed.
The cold gets colder, and the moon glistens,
rising like a fractal of frost overhead
illuminating the realms of matter.
Everything is a trap, spring-loaded
and fragile but linked to enormous teeth.
What if, that to which you pray isn’t better,
although it wears a thin veneer of love,
but hungry and amoral underneath?
12
What if I am amoral underneath?
How deep does self awareness see?
Surface phenomenon of alert breath,
above the abyss, cellular machinary
maintaining existence against the pull
of nothingness…I am a man at sea
in the darkness listening to a gull
emit acute anxiety
as I contemplate my own pale image
mirroring my weakness in the window.
Behind this ghostly membrane, and for miles,
elements chew each other. My own rage
is minuscule and funny, low
powered, too low, even, to tear this page.
13.
Every poet wants to tear through the page
and make contact with that which lies beyond:
the whirring orrery of language.
He wants to enter a room like James Bond
in an immaculately tailored rage
and pronounce an icy diagnosis.
A sudden hailstorm on a hot day,
a mind waking from psychosis.
The last words you will ever hear are those
of a sonnet stripped of its rhymes,
like a silenced pistol.
Afterwards, we will recycle your clothes
and publicise your crimes,
most of which are rhetorical.
14.
You see, most of us are rhetorical,
without true substance, and even your scream
to be noticed is like a handkerchief
released into an energetic slipstream,
gone! Take shelter in the historical.
You have little conception of the forces
contending beyond language in the dark,
greater than the violence of horses!
Sit, rather, at the well of the breath,
dropping pebbles into the improbable,
listening for an inverted splash.
Or train your telescope, like the Hubble,
to read what Meister Eckhart read
along the event horizon of death.
15.
Along the event horizon of death:
virus particles erupting
into a zero gravity of breath,
aliens in no man’s land, slow dancing
across the moonscape of a bad dream…
Get up. It’s time. The sun’s going down
behind the clouds like strawberry ice cream
and the garden swells in its gown
of beech and linden edged with cool green light.
Pull yourself together, as you sit
trembling on the edge of the bed.
You’re on-call for Wishaw General tonight.
So what if you feel like shit?
Consider the dying, the dead.
16.
Consider the dying, as in Ward 10
Charles Mcdowall re-categorises from if
to a final diagnosis of when,
approaching with every tick
of the cheap plastic clock on the wall.
How quick it passes: the laughter, the violence,
our investment in the conceptual,
all blanked by biological silence.
All, except Love. Which like a robin in winter
reinstalls the heartbeat in the brown garden
and is content to wait.
While from the sky snow begins to splinter
and the trees’ arteries harden
it stays, and is illuminate.
17.
Stay. Illuminate…but even as you held his hand
Jerusalem disintegrated
and Time spun its wheels in reverse in search of traction.
Acts have consequences not intended.
(Which is a good definition
of original sin.)
Model in advance, account for every grain of sand,
then watch things spiral out of your control
as soon as you begin:
look, a universal disinterment of the dead!
Naked in the daylight, eyes lit with shame,
and all done in the name of love.
Remember, anything can be asserted,
but what is said cannot be unsaid,
and we don’t know all the rules of the game.
18
No, we don’t know all the rules of the game,
and yet, here we are, gentlemen,
trying to interpret a name,
this device they call Tetragrammaton!
It pulses with metaphysical power,
our shadows rhythmic on the kitchen ceiling.
Bob, pass me the laser scalpel, and an allan key,
I’m going to, try, and unlock this membrane…..
In the evening news, this, just in:
three men (one called Bob) are feared dead
after a mysterious implosion
at a house in Wishaw. The fire brigade
are attempting to shut down a small black hole
ringed by a lapis lazuli event horizon.
Output
This “infection” follows the virus as it moves from cellular hijacking to clinical devastation, mimicking the subgenomic replication and cytokine storm that mirrors the emotional disintegration in the original text.
2–4: The Cellular Coup & Shedding
The “pivoted scale” of being becomes the Replication-Transcription Complex. The “empty streets” are the cytoplasmic voids where host protein synthesis has been shut down by nsp1 (the virus’s cellular “silencer”).
2. The scale of being pivots on nsp1,
Inhibiting the host, the metal heats
Where ribosomes are hijacked and undone.
Difficult to process: the empty streets
Of the cell’s own matrix, while the ITU
Of the DMV is rapidly mutating us.
3. Watch as apoptosis perforates the boundaries!
The man, stable in Time, begins to leak
Virions downstream in a viral chorus.
We think we know ourselves, but S-proteins
Move through us on their way to somewhere else.
4. A man shedding virus particles like a tree
Leaves in autumn; the camera pans right
Across a cityscape cellular with light,
Where the ACE2 receptors, unable to escape,
Learn to wait for the protease‘s jaw.
5–8: Hijacking and Disintegration
Here, the “Fate” of the sonnet becomes the viral genome itself—an amoral code that “hijacks your voice” to produce only more of itself. The “refrigerated buses” of the poem become the cold, efficient transport of vesicles toward the cell surface.
5. Fate is the +ssRNA that kicks in the door,
And ties your translation to the bed.
It presses a zero to your forehead—
A stop codon where the crying was before.
It will hijack your voice, your genetic agenda,
An illusion of choice in the cytokine storm.
6. The illusion of life, as when electrodes are applied,
And the N-protein twitches on the table.
Life breaking up into a rain of parts:
S, E, M, and N—the four-fold darkness.
7. Through the wall I hear the alveoli argue,
Their intonations rising in a thumping bassline
Of fluid and fire. Outside, a disintegration;
Inside, the interferon fear of getting sick.
8. We live inside this Escher construct of the lung,
Where the epicentre pulses and bursts—
Exocytosis screams at you: run faster.
9–12: The Molecular Mirror
The “Perfect Predator” is revealed as the RdRp (the replication engine), which creates a “dark dimension” (the negative-sense RNA template) to flip reality.
9. The perfect predator! You jolt awake
From a dark dimension erupting with viruses…
The negative-strand template, 3D and dark,
Oscillating into the reality of the Spike.
It will convert you into a black hole
As it yanks your homeostasis through your feet.
10. What if fact and counterfactual meet?
The proofreading nsp14 and the mutation?
I am mired in subdivision, the ORF‘s pain.
11. A fluorescent light flicks on in the Golgi,
Everything is a trap, spring-loaded—
The Tetragrammaton of the four structural genes,
Hungry and amoral underneath.
12. What if I am amoral underneath?
Above the abyss, cellular machinery
Maintaining existence against the pull
Of the lysosome. My own rage is low-powered,
Too low to tear the lipid membrane page.
13–15: The Final Diagnosis
The “Wishaw General” setting brings the molecular biology into the brutal reality of the 2020 clinical frontlines. The “event horizon” is the point of intubation.
13. The last words you hear are those
Of a genome stripped of its introns,
A silenced pistol. Afterwards, we recycle
Your amino acids and publicise your crimes.
14. Sit at the well of the breath,
Listening for the inverted splash of the ventilator.
Read what Meister Eckhart read
Along the event horizon of oxygen debt.
15. Virus particles erupting into a zero-G of breath,
Slow dancing across the moonscape of the X-ray.
You’re on-call for Wishaw General tonight.
Consider the dying. Consider the dead.
16–18: The Lapis Lazuli Collapse
The sequence ends with the “biological silence” of the virus winning, or the “implosion” of the biological self into a “black hole” of infection.
16. All blanked by biological silence.
While from the sky snow begins to splinter
And the pulmonary arteries harden,
Love stays, and is illuminate.
17. Acts have consequences: the S-protein bound,
A universal disinterment of the genetic code.
We don’t know all the rules of the game,
As the viral load spirals out of control.
18. Bob, pass me the laser scalpel,
I’m going to try and unlock this membrane…
But the Wishaw house is a singularity now,
Ringed by a lapis lazuli event horizon—
The final, blue, breathless cyanosis of the end.
