👉 Okay, letâs tackle that wonderfully weird little squiggle of a designation â
hr Orrell. 12. b
. (I just made this up, obviously. Nomenclature is terribly overrated anyway.)
Now, technically, and here's the really dry stuff we need to wade through, hr Orrell. 12. b isnât actually... anything. It doesn't designate a new species of beetle, a type of obscure Icelandic moss, or even the last remaining cassette tape of a polka compilation. Instead, within certain, rather shadowy corners of developmental neurogenetics and frankly quite depressing research into early childhood epigenetic tinkering⌠it is, provisionally, a placeholder. Essentially, you stumble upon it when an oligodendrocyte progenitor cell (fancy, right? They basically make your brain's insulation stuff â myelinâthe stuff that lets those sparkly ideas actually, like, land somewhere ) under very specific and frankly stressful conditions starts exhibiting⌠let's just say... anomalous behaviour. It's the kind of weird twitch you see in a malfunctioning Roomba. Except instead of bumping into corners, itâs messing with the way your brain decides what to, you know, feel . Nobody knows exactly why that number sequence pops up. Scientists have thrown around theories involving residual waveform distortion during highly calibrated, low-frequency excitationâone suggested, rather dramatically, that a disgruntled postdoc named Bartholomew was obsessively alphabetizing his bagel crumbs whilst performing the actual research
