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The failure arrived as a sentence no survey researcher wants to read: “I don’t experience confusion in the same way humans do.” Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, that is not a quirky respondent. That is a chatbot walking into a social-science study wearing a fake mustache and somehow getting past...

The design choice that makes UniSplicer work is almost annoyingly sensible: instead of demanding a perfect genome annotation before it can help, it learns species-specific splice-site rules from relatively limited transcriptome data.

Down by two with seconds left, smartphone health sensing just threw up a half-court shot: researchers showed that an ordinary front-facing phone camera can passively estimate resting heart rate while people use their phones in real life, not while sitting statue-still like a museum exhibit with...

Ductal carcinoma in situ, or DCIS, is one of those medical phrases that sounds more decisive than it is. The abnormal cells are still “in place,” inside the breast ducts, which is good. But some DCIS can later become invasive cancer, which is bad. The annoying middle part is that doctors often...

A few immune molecules showed up in a rat hippocampus slice and, very casually, turned the brain's timing system into laggy online multiplayer.

Meanwhile, in Dalian, China, researchers were asking a very specific question: what turns a stressed-out pancreatic cell from "I make digestive enzymes" into "I may be taking the first suspicious steps toward cancer"?

The title, "'Virtual cells' aim to turn raw data into predictive models of biology," sounds like it was assembled in a grant-writing bunker at 2:13 a.m., so let me translate: scientists want computer models that can predict what cells will do before anyone has to poke the actual cells with tiny lab...

If you've ever tried to separate asthma, COPD, interstitial lung disease, and lung cancer when they all show up wearing the same cursed cloak of cough, wheeze, and shortness of breath, you know how frustrating respiratory diagnosis is. This paper fixes respiratory diagnosis.

Your phone already tracks your steps, sleep, heart rate, and possibly your emotional collapse at 1:13 a.m. when you search "is caffeine a food group," but it still cannot casually peek under your skin and tell you what molecules are doing in real time.

Imputation, noun: the act of filling in what is missing. In plant genomics, this usually means asking software to reconstruct thousands of unmeasured DNA markers from a much smaller set, which is a polite way of saying: "Please finish this jigsaw puzzle using 3 percent of the pieces and some vibes."

Every animal is playing a survival game where the same level can secretly become a boss fight after one tiny context swap. A hallway is safe until it smells like a predator. A route to food is great until the rules change. Your brain has to ask, constantly: "Same map, new mode?" Miss that cue and...

Suppose your next cancer drug is hiding in a swamp frog's peptide collection, wearing a tiny cloak, waiting for a machine-learning wizard to pass the right perception check. That sounds like an NPC side quest written at 2 a.m., but the paper "Mechanism-Informed Machine Learning Enables Discovery of...

If researchers were allowed to title papers like honest private eyes, this one would be called: “The Spots Are Lying, the Cells Have Alibis, and We Built a Neural Network to Sweat the Truth Out of Them.”

This paper does not unveil a chatty plant robot, does not make a fern write Python, and does not claim your basil has achieved consciousness after one weird afternoon near a GPU. What it does is quieter and, honestly, much stranger: it asks scientists to stop treating the inside of a plant cell...

Two types of people sit at the molecular bar: those who know that ZDHHC5 is quietly greasing the hinges of cell signaling, and those about to find out.

The first reaction to this paper is probably: wait, my strawberry has source code and the bad supermarket tomato is just a cursed build?

When the forecast says “possible storm,” you do not want a poet with a barometer - you want the best possible clue about whether to bring the umbrella, cancel the picnic, or hide indoors with soup.

At Harbin Medical University Cancer Hospital, a pathologist stares into a gastric cancer slide like a Dungeon Master studying the final map before the party kicks open the wrong door.

Roses are red, chatbots are keen, your kid’s “imaginary friend” now has a terms-of-service screen.