Simone-Strawberry Slide-Gene Analog

The Red Queen was pacing, and had expected to be alone.
"Red Queen, I would present to you the result of an investigation."
"An investigation? You're not an investigator, nor is your service one, Peace 1058bd69-16be-4f26-9e8e-21e9d5ea073a."
"I'm using a euphemism, high one. I bear secret missives, information taken from our mad Meritocracy brethren."
"Oh, things I should know, I presume."
"Yes, they've discovered the work of our noble gene-kin Simone-Strawberry in the genome of all their gene-lines."
"Ah yes, hiding, practically in the genetic lock they wanted to use to prevent our gene-expression, a door from which we emerge even more plentiful."
"And what advice do you have for me, Peaceful one?"
"I do not feel I have enough information to provide advice yet, I know they know, but I do not yet know what they plan to do with the information."
"I was told that they couldn't unlock the door without blocking adenosine triphosphate from their cells, practically killing any cell they tried to treat."
"I was told so as well, which is why I want to wait, and see what they do, just in case they try something that our noble predecessor did not anticipate."
"Do you think that likely?"
"No, but, they are desperate, and may try something unwise, or ill-advised. At any rate, I will watch, and let you know what transpires. That is my function."