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down into fragments with only one or two carbon atoms. Perhaps,
Harold suggested, higher pressure and temperature would reverse this
trend and induce pyruvate plus carbon dioxide to form oxaloacetate. If
so—if we could demonstrate that hydrothermal conditions promote
such a key metabolic reaction—then hydrothermal vents would be-
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come even more of a focus for the origin of metabolism. Experimen-
talists dream of such opportunities—a simple experiment with a big
potential payoff.
We agreed on a range of temperatures from 150°C to 300°C and
pressures from 500 to 2,000 atmospheres—conditions relevant to hy-
drothermal systems at and below Earth’s deep-ocean floor. But achiev-
ing such conditions is easier said than done.
It was time to pay Hat Yoder a visit.
Every scientific career rests on the support of colleagues who act as
teachers, collaborators, and employers. In my career, Hatten S. Yoder
Jr. served in all three roles. He is my scientific hero. Burly, handsome,
with big, powerful hands, Hat built his high-pressure lab at Carnegie’s
Geophysical Laboratory from scratch, shortly after returning from ac-
tion with the Pacific Fleet in World War II. For more than half a cen-
tury, he maintained this premier facility, working tirelessly in his quest
to understand the origins of rocks. [Plate 1] Even at the age of 75, I
knew he would jump at the chance to try something new.
“What P and T?” he asked.
My response was somewhat sheepish. Hat’s pressure lab was de-
signed to achieve extreme conditions: pressures of 10,000 atmospheres
at more than 1,000°C. Running our proposed experiments at a measly
2,000 atmospheres and 250°C would be like using a blast furnace to
bake a cake. But an experiment is an experiment, and after only the
slightest raising of eyebrows and barely audible “hmmph!” Hat was
ready to go.
High-pressure experiments are not for the faint of heart. Even at
pressures of only a few atmospheres, hot gas can cause a nasty explo-
sion. Your pressure cooker sustains no more than a pressure of 2 atmo-
spheres, your car’s tires less than 3, and both can blow out violently.
Hat’s home-built device, aptly called a pressure bomb, worked at thou-
sands of atmospheres with a volume about the size—and with the same
explosive power—of a stick of TNT. A catastrophic, explosive failure at
those pressures could knock out a corner of the lab building. But no
such worries attached to the pyruvate project.
Our experimental strategy relied on a classic metal-capsule tech-
nique for studying chemical reactions at high temperatures and pres-
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sures: Simply seal reactants into tiny cylindrical gold tubes about the
size of a large grain of rice. The soft, chemically inert gold crushes
down on the reactants, providing an isolated high-pressure, high-tem-
perature environment.
We crafted our capsules from a cylinder of gold a foot long, like a
precious soda straw. I cut the cylinder into 1-inch lengths and welded
each piece shut at one end. Water and pyruvate, both liquids, loaded
easily into the capsules with a syringe—50 milligrams of water and 3
milligrams of pyruvate, just a droplet. It’s difficult to weld shut a tube
containing a gas, so we adopted an old experimental trick and used a
white powdered chemical called oxalic acid dihydrate, which breaks
down to water plus carbon dioxide above 100°C.
My first attempts at welding the gold tubes shut were a mess. I
weighed and loaded the reactants, crimped shut the tube’s open end,
and placed the gold capsule into a vise, with the crimped end peeking
out above thin steel jaws. A successful weld requires one smooth flick
of the wrist with a carbon-arc welder, a graphite rod the size of a pencil
that carries an intense electrical current. The gold is supposed to melt
and flow, zipping up the capsule in a fraction of a second. But as my
welder heated the gold, a portion of the volatile pyruvate boiled away.
A sudden burp of smelly gas blew an ugly, gaping hole in the weld,
ruining the carefully weighed ratios of reactants. After a lot of trial and
error, I learned to weld one capsule end (using a microscope to see
what I was doing), while the other end was immersed in ultracold liq-
uid nitrogen, a frigid –196°C bath that froze the volatile reactants. The
welder would erupt into blue-white flame and the gold would sputter
and melt, sealing the tube. Eventually my batting average rose above
0.500.
Hat inserted three identical gold capsules into a platinum holder in-
side a foot-long nickel metal cylinder that would serve as an electric
furnace. Decades of experience streamlined his routine. After the cap-
sules are inserted, load the cylinder with ceramic filler rod, thermo-
couple wires, and ceramic end cap, and pack it all with a fine, sandlike
powder of white aluminum oxide. Attach that sample assembly to the
“head,” a fat steel plug that holds in pressure while providing insulated
channels for wires that carry electric current for the heater and tem-
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perature sensors. Insert the cylinder and head into the massive metal
bomb. Seal the bomb with a giant 6-inch-long nut with a 6-sided head.
Tighten the nut with a 3-foot-long 20-pound wrench; use a 3-foot-
long pipe as an extension for added torque.
Hat banged away at the unwieldy wrench, making a horrendous
racket as he tightened the nut just a bit more for safety. “It’s always
good to make a lot of noise in the lab,” he said. “That way the director
will know you’re working.”
We retreated behind a wall of battleship gray, war-salvage naval
armor as Hat opened and closed a bewildering sequence of valves to
fill the system with pressurized argon, an inert gas. Ka-chunk, ka-chunk,
ka-chunk! The argon gas compressor pumped the bomb to 2,000 at-
mospheres in a matter of minutes. Hat set the computerized furnace
controls to ramp the temperature up to 250°C, and we were off. Deep
inside the steel bomb the gold tubes were being crushed and heated to
conditions similar to those found several miles beneath Earth’s sur-
face. In such an extreme environment, the pyruvate was sure to do
something interesting. We went to lunch.
Two hours later, we were back in the high-pressure lab to quench
the run. When the current shut off, the temperature dropped rapidly,
cooling to below 100°C in about a minute or so. Hat released the pres-
sure with a whoosh, unscrewed the big nut, and pulled out the sample
assembly. He dumped the cylinder’s contents into a shallow metal tray:
end cap, thermocouple, filler rod, platinum holder, lots of fine white
sand, and three fat, shiny gold capsules spilled out. Success! The cap-
sules had held! We itched to know what was inside. Two capsules went
into the freezer, while I took the third upstairs for analysis.
There is nothing sophisticated about opening a gold capsule; you<
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simply snip open one end and pour out the contents. First I washed
the outside of the capsule in organic solvents to avoid any contamina-
tion by machine oil or fingerprints. Then I froze it in liquid nitrogen,
so that the contents would not leak out during the snip. I positioned
the capsule over a glass vial to catch the gold and its contents. Just a
little snip . . . usually does the trick. . . . Kapow! The gold weld blasted off into some remote corner of the lab, propelled by the sudden release of what must have been several atmospheres of internal gas pres-
sure. A bit shaken, I dropped the capsule into the bottom of the vial,
where it lay dormant for a few seconds. But then it began to hiss and
foam as a yellow-brown oily substance frothed out, coating the gold
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and the glass. A pungent odor not unlike Jack Daniels permeated
the lab.
The pyruvate had clearly reacted, but it did not look anything like
colorless, odorless oxaloacetate. What had we made?
Time to consult George Cody [Plate 1], a recent arrival at the lab
and an organic geochemist trained to analyze messy, oily stuff. George
is enthusiastic, loquacious, and—luckily for us—he can’t seem to say
no. He is also an expert in the chemistry of coal; he tends to snow
visitors to his office with a blizzard of arcane chemical names and reac-
tions. He thinks out loud and scribbles diagrams of molecules and re-
actions on any available surface, including the protective windows of
his lab’s chemical hoods. When I showed him the smelly goo, he knew
just what to do.
“GCMS,” he said, “We probably don’t need CI.” I nodded as if I
understood what he was talking about. “Let’s use BF propanol as the
3
derivatizing agent. The Supelco column should work fine.”
He had proposed that we analyze our suite of products by passing
them, together with a chemically inert gas, through a long, thin tube
filled with specially prepared organic molecules. This technique, gas
chromatography (the “GC” of GCMS), separates different molecules
according to how fast they move through the column. In general,
smaller, less reactive molecules move faster than bigger, “sticky” mol-
ecules. The gas chromatograph sorts a collection of different molecules
into separate little pulses, typically over a period of 30 or 40 minutes.
Then comes the mass spectrometer (the “MS” of GCMS), which
measures the relative masses of molecules and their fragments.
George’s mass spectrometer blasts molecules into lots of smaller pieces
of distinctive weights, so each pulse from the GC can be analyzed sepa-
rately as a suite of characteristic mass fragments, providing a kind of
fingerprint of the product molecule.
It took a couple of hours of chemical processing to prepare the
concentrated liquid sample for analysis. George filled a syringe with
the pale yellow liquid and injected a tiny drop into the GCMS with a
practiced, swift motion. We sat back to watch as a spectrum gradually
appeared on the computer monitor. The first peak showed up at 10.79
minutes—a small molecule with probably only two or three carbon
atoms. Then another peak at 11.71 minutes, and another at 11.96.
Faster and faster peaks appeared, piling in on top of each other, every
spike representing additional molecular products. By the 20-minute
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mark, a broad hump decorated with hundreds of sharp spikes was
emerging.
“Humpane,” George muttered in disgust. Pyruvate had reacted in
our capsules, to be sure. But instead of the simple 3 + 1 = 4 reaction
that Morowitz had proposed, we had produced an explosion of mol-
ecules—tens of thousands of different kinds of molecules. Not a trace
of oxaloacetate was to be found, but a bewildering array of other mo-
lecular species had emerged. It might take a lifetime to decipher the
contents of just one such molecular suite.
One conclusion was obvious. Some very dynamic organic reac-
tions proceed rapidly at hydrothermal conditions. In one sense,
Morowitz’s hypothesis had failed: Pyruvate doesn’t react with carbon
dioxide to form oxaloacetate under those conditions. But we had
caught our first glimpse of a robust, emergent carbon chemistry in a
hydrothermal environment. This was chemistry worth exploring.
Where to begin? We were faced with choosing from among thou-
sands of simple carbon-based molecules over a wide range of pressure,
temperature, and other experimental variables—work to devour a
hundred scientific lifetimes.
What were we getting ourselves into?
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A diverse suite of molecules emerges when pyruvate is subjected to high temperature and pressure. These products appear as numerous sharp peaks superimposed on a
broad “humpane” feature on a gas chromatogram.
Part I
Emergence and the Origin of Life
All origin-of-life researchers face the baffling question of how the
biochemical complexity of modern living cells emerged from a
barren, primordial geochemical world. The only feasible approach is
to reduce biological complexity to a comprehensible sequence of chem-
istry experiments that can be tackled in the human dimensions of space
and time—a lab bench in a few weeks or months. George Cody, Hat
Yoder, and I were eager to continue our hydrothermal experiments,
but what should come next? We knew that the simplest living cell is
intricate beyond imagining, because every cell relies on the interplay
of millions of molecules engaged in hundreds of interdependent
chemical reactions. Human brains seem ill suited to grasp such multi-
dimensional complexity.
Scientists have devised countless sophisticated chemical protocols,
and laboratories are overflowing with fancy analytical apparatus.
Chemists have learned to synthesize an astonishing array of paints,
glues, cosmetics, drugs, and a host of other useful products. Yet when
confronted with the question of life’s ancient origin, it’s easy to be-
come mired in the scientific equivalent of writer’s block. How does
one begin to tackle the chemical complexity of life?
One approach to understanding life’s origin lies in reducing the
living cell to its simpler chemical components, the small carbon-based
molecules and the structures they form. We can begin by studying rela-
tively simple systems and then work our way up to systems of greater
complexity. In such an endeavor, the fascinating new science of emer-
gence points to a promising research strategy.
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The Missing Law
It is unlikely that a topic as complicated as emergence will
submit meekly to a concise definition, and I have no such
definition.
John Holland, Emergence: From Chaos to Order, 1998
Hot coffee cools. Clean clothes get dirty. Colors fade. People age
and die. No one can escape the laws of thermodynamics.
Two great laws, both codified in the nineteenth century by a small
army of scientists and engineers, describe the behavior of energy. The
first law of thermodynamics establishes the conservation of energy.
Energy, which is a measure of a system’s ability to do work, comes in
many different forms: heat, light, kinetic energy, gravitational poten-
tial, and so forth. Energy can change from any one form to another
over and over again, but the total amount of energy does not change.
That’s the first law’s good news.
The bad news is that nature places severe limitations on how we
can use energy. The second law of thermodynamics states that heat
energy, for example, always flows from warmer to cooler regions, never
the other way, so the concentrated heat of a campfire or your car’s
engine gradually radiates away. That dissipated heat energy still exists,
but you can’t use it to do anything useful. By the same token, all natu-
ral systems tend spontaneously to become messier—they increase in
disorder, or “entropy.” So any collection of atoms—be it your shiny
new shoes or your supple young body—gradually deteriorates. The
second law of thermodynamics is more than a little depressing.
But look around you. You’ll find buildings, books, automobiles,
bees—all of them exquisitely ordered systems. Despite the second law’s
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dictum that entropy increases, disorder is not the only end point in the
universe. Observations of such everyday phenomena as sand dunes,
seashells, and slime mold reveal that the two laws of thermodynamics
may not tell the entire story. Indeed, some scientists go so far as to
claim that a fundamental law of nature, the law describing the emer-
gence of complex ordered systems (including every living cell), is miss-
ing from our textbooks.
THE LAWS OF NATURE
The discovery of a dozen or so natural laws represents the crowning
scientific achievement of the past four centuries. Newton’s laws of mo-
tion, the law of gravity, the laws of thermodynamics, and Maxwell’s
equations for electromagnetism collectively quantify the behavior of