Night on Highway 128

Posted: 19 March 2008 | Dr. Kary Mullis | No comments yet

Most people in molecular biology today are not old enough to remember pre-PCR. But try to do your job without it and you will see what a difference that simple little technique has made. ‘Polymerase Chain Reaction’ is now a word in Merriam Webster’s Collegiate Dictionary and if you put ‘PCR’ into Google, you get 18,000,000 hits. If you type in ‘PCR song,’ you get a lovely little ditty courtesy of Bio-Rad, which will rattle around in your brain like an insane cat in your garage. Try it.

Most people in molecular biology today are not old enough to remember pre-PCR. But try to do your job without it and you will see what a difference that simple little technique has made. ‘Polymerase Chain Reaction’ is now a word in Merriam Webster’s Collegiate Dictionary and if you put ‘PCR’ into Google, you get 18,000,000 hits. If you type in ‘PCR song,’ you get a lovely little ditty courtesy of Bio-Rad, which will rattle around in your brain like an insane cat in your garage. Try it.

Most people in molecular biology today are not old enough to remember pre-PCR. But try to do your job without it and you will see what a difference that simple little technique has made.

‘Polymerase Chain Reaction’ is now a word in Merriam Webster’s Collegiate Dictionary and if you put ‘PCR’ into Google, you get 18,000,000 hits. If you type in ‘PCR song,’ you get a lovely little ditty courtesy of Bio-Rad, which will rattle around in your brain like an insane cat in your garage. Try it.

When I stumbled on PCR in the spring of 1983, I was trying to increase the demand for oligonucleotides, which before automation my laboratory had made by hand. Our new machine from my friend Ron Cook at Biosearch across the San Francisco bay had threatened job stability in the laboratory by doing what had taken us about three weeks to do, in eight hours – and it did it every eight hours, no breaks.

My attempt succeeded. The demand went up by about a million and I didn’t have to fire any of my fellow ‘lab’ workers at Cetus.

I was driving up a long and winding road between Cloverdale and Booneville in Mendocino County, heading for my weekend cabin. My girlfriend was asleep and I was functionally sober (or the road would have proven my undoing) but it was late at night and I was feeling weird. Strange things had happened to me on 128 before. Furtive old men in…what was that? A grey robe. In that field. I didn’t see anything. Or lost time: the distinct feeling, shared by my former wife, pulling into Booneville and recalling that we had just left Cloverdale, now thirty five miles to the southeast. “Where have we been?” “I don’t know; it seems like we were just in Cloverdale.” It was that kind of road, but tonight, in the middle of that stretch at mileage marker 46.58, the rest of my life was going to undergo a massive shift in just a few minutes.

Oligonucleotides are amazing little things, but using only one, it is not possible to physically locate a particular spot on human DNA. If the human genome were random, a 17-nucleotide oligomer would uniquely specify a position along the 6 to 7 billion bases in denatured human DNA. But it’s not random, and any 17-mer that is in there, is probably in there more than once, or at least some slightly different version is in there. There was no way to know that for sure in the early eighties, and there are more complicated arguments for why this is so, but if you looked at gels of whole human DNA broken into restriction fragments and probed with 20-mers, you saw a lot of smears. No really sharp bands like the restriction digests of bacteriophage DNA that you could use as markers. They were sharp. So if you wanted to examine a human DNA sequence closely, you had to clone it. Chop up the DNA into pieces of several thousand base pairs, isolate each of those by growing them in a particular bacterial colony, figure out which colony contained your favorite piece, pick it off a plate and grow it up. That was the magic of cloning, and it was magic. We all knew it. Even the janitors pushing the brooms through the laboratories at night could feel it.

No one knew exactly what lay ahead. In the late seventies, just as I started working for Cetus, a number of prominent molecular biologists convinced the rest of the field to hold off a little to ponder the safety issues. Conferences were called, laws were even passed in Cambridge, Massachusetts and Berkeley, California. We were safely in Emeryville, where there were gambling houses, but few laws. No one could be sure that putting human genes into micro organisms, that could possibly infect humans, was such a good idea. They never did figure it out, but by way of compromising, some strains of E. coli were designated to be more unlikely than others to be catastrophically destructive to humans, and we agreed to use only those.

E. coli K12 didn’t solve my problem with the new oligonucleotide synthesis machine, neither did it solve the problem of rapidly determining whether or not the DNA of a growing fetus contained an unfortunate mutation, giving the parents an opportunity to elect an abortion.

Unconsciously combining the two problems, I started devising methods whereby oligonucleotides could be used to determine single base pair mutations from whole human DNA. Pregnant mothers should not have to wait for the cloners, and the result of running gels and using radioactive probes on genomic DNA were ‘fuzzy’ for reasons mentioned above. ‘Fuzzy’ is not a comfortable basis for making a life or death decision. Somebody needed to come up with a way to concentrate a single DNA locus in the presence of millions of similar but different DNA loci without the inevitable delay of cloning.

It was going to happen tonight. That somebody was going to be me. In ten years I would be toasting the health of the Swedish Royals in Stockholm, grinning from ear to ear at my good fortune.

The California buckeyes poked heavy blossoms out into Highway 128. The pink and white stalks hanging down into my headlights looked cold, but they were loaded with warmed oils that dominated the dimension of smell. It seemed to be the night of the buckeyes, but something else was stirring.

My little silver Honda’s front tires pulled us through the mountains. My hands felt the road and the turns. My mind drifted back into the laboratory. DNA chains coiled and floated. Lurid blue and pink images of electric molecules injected themselves somewhere between the mountain road and my eyes.

I see the lights on the trees, but most of me is watching something else unfolding.

If a person were to attempt extending a synthetic oligonucleotide prepared to be complementary to a target on human DNA by just one base, using DNA polymerase and dideoxynucleoside triphosphates, using four different tubes each containing all four bases, but only one of them in each tube alpha-labeled with 32P, optimistically one might be able to discover the identity of the nucleotide on the DNA target just three-prime of the oligomer. Dideoxy-sequencing worked that way…but…’Huge’, but…that only worked on cloned DNA where the ratio of target to non-target DNA was increased by a factor of about a million. Fortunately for me I was thinking about other things that might go wrong than just the brute improbability that only the right sequence would be engaged. I paid just enough attention to this hypothetical problem to plan on using two oligonucleotides, one designed for each strand of the target sequence coming at the base pair in question from either side. Although these two sides would be far distant in the denatured reaction mixture they would still represent complementary strands and if one told me that a ‘T’ was three-prime to one oligo, the other should have told me ‘A’ was three-prime to the other. Not much of a control, but I had oligos to burn. In fact that was what I was trying to do. We had excess oligos on our hands.

I was worried about another possible problem. What if the DNA sample, coming as it did from a person’s tissue, was contaminated with deoxynucleoside triphosphates of its own? Not especially unlikely and the sad fact was that DNA polymerase was not terribly fond of dideoxies, when the natural substrate was around. Very likely it would add a few deoxynucleotides to the proffered oligomer before getting around to the dideoxies, labeled or not. This would destroy the simplicity I was hoping for, a test that could be completed in one shift in a hospital laboratory. So I started thinking of ways to get rid of any possible stray nucleotides in the sample before I did the experiment.

There were at least three misconceptions driving me towards PCR. I was very close. But I didn’t know what I was close to. I misconceived that I was just solving some little technical detail. Good. I didn’t clutch. I don’t think normal people can look directly at something that is going to have a huge effect on them. We are better creeping up from the side.

My second misconception was that the procedure I was planning would work at all. The probabilities of the complexity of the sample, which PCR was going to solve very shortly, were very much against it. I drove on.

The third misconception was more subtle and was shared by my colleagues. There is an enzyme that could have disposed of the hypothetical stray deoxynucleoside triphosphates, bacterial alkaline phosphatase. It would clip off their little triphosphate tails in a flash, but then I would have to get rid of it, before I added my precious dideoxies, or it would clip off their tails, too. Everyone knew that ‘BAP’, as we referred to it, could not be irreversibly heat denatured, so you couldn’t get rid of it easily. The discovery of the natural renaturation of heat denatured BAP was famous. It established that the three-dimensional structure of a protein would refold based on its sequence alone. There was a product called MAT-BAP on the market to get rid of BAP after it was no longer desired in a reaction, by having the protein attached to an insoluble matrix. I had never had any luck with this product, and neither I, nor anyone else in the field, realised that if you take a microliter of BAP from a commercial supply, and use it quickly, before it loses its zinc atom into a buffer that contains no appreciable zinc, it will work for a short time, and then it will be subject to irreversible heat denaturation. I discovered that much later, but fortunately did not know it at the time. The famous refolding experiment was done in a high zinc buffer.

So I considered other ways to get rid of deoxynucleoside triphosphates.

Klenow! That would polymerise them, given an oligomer to start with and some single-stranded DNA for a template. Klenow was the polymerase that I had planned to use anyhow. How clever. I would use it twice for two purposes. First I would denature my sample, separated into four tubes, add the primers I would later use in the main event, bring to 37 degrees and wait. The polymerase should polymerise all the nucleotides.

Now I would heat the mixture to remove the oligos that may have been extended indefinitely now, cool to 37 degrees, add some more polymerase which would have been denatured by the heat, and add the dideoxynucleotides. I had it…PCR, but I didn’t see it yet.

There would be a vast excess of oligomers, now fresh ones would land on the target strands and hopefully be extended by one radioactive nucleotide. What could go wrong? What if the oligomers in the ‘get rid of the triphosphates’ step had been extended a long way?

I very quickly brought the Honda to a stop near the roads edge, but sticking out into the potential logging trucks. With me, my girlfriend still asleep, and my new invention in peril, I contemplated what would happen if they had been extended a long way. Their extension products would be primed by the other oligos and these would also now be extended.

I would have doubled the signal, and I could do that over and over, and I could add a tremendous excess of my own deoxynucleoside triphosphates as they are cheap, soluble in water and legal in California.

I’d better get out of the road.

A few hundred yards down 128 was a pullout. By the time I got there the rest had fallen grandly into place. I could design the oligos some distance from each other. After three cycles they would make a double stranded DNA molecule corresponding exactly to the DNA template between them, and that would double in concentration every subsequent cycle. Anything else that happened would be of no concern. After ten cycles I would have a thousand. I knew my powers of two, because I wrote computer programs I understood the power of reiterative loops. Thirty cycles would be somewhere around a billion. The product would overwhelm anything that was unintended because it would be self catalytic, and only the site of interest would bind the necessary two oligos together in their little reproductive dance.

I didn’t sleep that night. The next morning I bought two bottles of Navarro Vineyards Pinot Noir, and by mid afternoon had settled into a fitful sleep. There were diagrams of PCR reactions on every surface that would take pencil or crayon in my cabin. I woke up in a new world.

Kary Banks Mullis, Nobel Prize winning chemist, was born on December 28, 1944, in Lenoir, North Carolina

He received a Bachelor of Science degree in Chemistry from the Georgia Institute of Technology in 1966. He earned a Ph.D. degree in biochemistry from the University of California, Berkeley, in 1972 and lectured in biochemistry there until 1973. That year, Dr. Mullis became a postdoctoral fellow in pediatric cardiology at the University of Kansas Medical School, with emphasis in the areas of angiotensin and pulmonary vascular physiology. In 1977 he began two years of postdoctoral work in pharmaceutical chemistry at the University of California, San Francisco.

Dr. Mullis joined the Cetus Corporation in Emeryville, California, as a DNA chemist in 1979. During his seven years there, he conducted research on oligonucleotide synthesis and invented the polymerase chain reaction.

In 1986, Kary was named Director of molecular biology at Xytronyx, Inc. in San Diego, where his work was concentrated in DNA technology and photochemistry. In 1987 began consulting on nucleic acid chemistry for more than a dozen corporations, including Angenics, Cytometrics, Eastman Kodak, Abbott Labs, Milligen/Biosearch, and Specialty Laboratories.

Dr. Mullis received a Nobel Prize in chemistry in 1993, for his invention of the polymerase chain reaction. The process, which Dr. Mullis conceptualised in 1983, is hailed as one of the monumental scientific techniques of the twentieth century. A method of amplifying DNA, PCR multiplies a single, microscopic strand of the genetic material billions of times within hours. The process has multiple applications in medicine, genetics, biotechnology, and forensics. PCR, because of its ability to extract DNA from fossils, is in reality the basis of a new scientific discipline, paleobiology.

Dr. Mullis has authored several major patents. His patented inventions include the PCR technology and UV-sensitive plastic that changes color in response to light. His most recent patent application covers a revolutionary approach to instantly mobilise the immune system to neutralise invading pathogens and toxins, leading to the formation of his latest venture, Altermune LLC. Altermune is currently focusing on Influenza A and drug resistant Staphylococcus aureus.

Dr. Mullis was awarded the Japan Prize in 1993 for the PCR invention. It is one of international science’s most prestigious awards.

His many other awards include the Thomas A. Edison Award (1993); California Scientist of the Year Award (1992); the National Biotechnology Award (1991); the Gairdner Award, Toronto, Canada (1991); the R&D Scientist of the Year (1991); the William Allan Memorial Award of the American Society of Human Genetics (1990); and the Preis Biochemische Analytik of the German Society of Clinical Chemistry and Boehringer Mannheim (1990). Dr. Mullis was presented the honorary degree of Doctor of Science from the University of South Carolina in 1994. He was inducted into the Inventors Hall of Fame in 1998.

His many publications include “The Cosmological Significance of Time Reversal” (Nature), “The Unusual Origin of the Polymerase Chain Reaction” (Scientific American), “Primer-directed Enzymatic Amplification of DNA with a Thermostable DNA Polymerase” (Science), and “Specific Synthesis of DNA In Vitro via a Polymerase Catalyzed Chain Reaction” (Methods in Enzymology).

Dr. Kary Mullis

Dr. Mullis has written an autobiographical book titled Dancing Naked in the Mind Field published by Pantheon Books in 1998.

He is currently a Distinguished Researcher at Children’s Hospital and Research Institute at Oakland.

Dr. Mullis serves on the board of scientific advisors of several companies, provides expert advice in legal matters involving DNA, and is a frequent lecturer at college campuses, corporations and academic meetings around the world.

He lives with his wife, Nancy Cosgrove Mullis, in Corona del Mar, California and in Anderson Valley, California.

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