...and a small rant.
First, some background information. As I've probably stated earlier in this scrapbook, I'm a graduate student in genetic research. My lab is currently being moved from the university campus to a newly renovated space downtown -- not because we wanted to go, mind you. I could give a whole different rant on that; I won't. In any case, "my lab" is part and parcel of a larger center, which includes probably a dozen faculty and a core facility with expensive high-tech instruments. The whole center is moving, in two parts; I'm one of the (un)lucky ones slated for the first half of the move. Which happens next week... unless the architects haven't by then finished fixing the wiring they mucked up.
...I could write another post about the architects, and I didn't even have to deal with them directly. Let's just say it's no real surprise they basically threw the electrical plans out a window.
Anyway, after most of a year spent planning and preparing for this move, now we're all actually doing tear-down and cleaning of the lab space. The large and expensive equipment, we're having the manufacturers' field reps come in to deinstall and box up. They also will handle the reinstall on the other side. But everything else gets wiped down, disinfected, and organized (though thankfully not boxed) by us labrats for the movers to haul -- from the benches to the tabletop centrifuges to the -80 C (-112 F) freezers.
We have a lot of -80 freezers. And -20 C (-4 F) freezers. And fridges. Not to mention everything else. That's a lot of cleaning, even when you don't touch the insides.
So while I was immersed in near-mindless moving preparations today, I got to thinking about genetic labs, their equipment, and certain genres of novel/movie and the 'secret renegade science lab' such media features. There's one case in particular which has always rubbed me the wrong way. I like the book it's in quite a lot, and I am very amused that said secret lab starts out in a town within shouting distance (for rural definitions thereof) from my own hometown. But... a full-featured lab with advanced genetic sequencing equipment, tucked away in a defunct restaurant in an abandoned town? Where at one point they just pack everything upand disappear in a couple of days, if not overnight?
...right.
I can suspend disbelief on a lot of things, especially when I'm already halfway into a book I otherwise very much like, but... this point was difficult, even before I got involved in actually relocating a major lab facility IRL. Now... So very much of our equipment requires individual circuits and draws absurd amounts of power. Arranging things so power is available where it needs to be isn't the given one might expect. Quite a few instruments, especially the most advanced (and expensive), really need to be installed by dedicated professionals if they're going to give data worth anything. Several things need to be isolated from everything else -- the aforementioned sequencer in particular cannot be subjected to vibrations while it's in operation. As in, 'do not even touch the table'. Irony there is that our sequencer is a miniaturized version most akin to what a hypothetical secret lab would be likely to have. Some equipment doesn't really handle power interruptions gracefully -- we'll all have our fingers crossed desperately hoping our freezers come back to temperature when they get plugged in at the new space. Even new ones can just go 'pfft' if you're not lucky.
I could go on, but I'll wrap this up. A fictional renegade scientist can cut corners that my real-life lab won't and can't -- but only by so much and still get that plot-driving data. Near-future advances in technology can plausibly knock the finicky requirements down a bit -- but only so far, when you're talking near future. When it comes down to it, at a certain level of research, there's very much a trade-off between the experiments a lab can perform and their ability to pack up and relocate on a moment's notice.
It'd be rather more pleasant if we could just go and be done in a day or two!