Fruit fly joins the quest to unveil secrets of life

Fruit fly joins the quest to unveil secrets of life

Drosophila melanogaster • Photo by Hannah Davis (CC BY-SA 2.0)

Originally published 4 April 2000

Drosophi­la melanogaster, the “black-bel­lied dew lover,” bet­ter known as the fruit fly, has joined the list of crea­tures whose DNA has been sequenced. It is the sec­ond mul­ti­celled ani­mal to achieve this dis­tinc­tion, with the tiny worm Caenorhab­di­tis elegans.

No sur­prise that Drosophi­la is so quick to the post. The fruit fly was adopt­ed by T. H. Mor­gan in his impor­tant stud­ies in genet­ics that began at Colum­bia Uni­ver­si­ty in the ear­ly years of this cen­tu­ry. These stud­ies led to the clas­sic text­book of Mor­gan, Sturte­vant, Muller, and Bridges, Mech­a­nisms of Genet­ic Inher­i­tance, which in 1915 estab­lished the link between genes and chro­mo­somes. Since that time, much of what we know about muta­tion, spe­ci­a­tion, and oth­er genet­ic phe­nom­e­na has been dis­cov­ered with pop­u­la­tions of fruit flies in nature and in the lab.

Drosophi­la is an ide­al research ani­mal. It is small enough to breed in the lab in large num­bers, but large enough to exam­ine with only mod­est mag­ni­fi­ca­tion. And it has a short life cycle, which means it can be bred through many gen­er­a­tions dur­ing a typ­i­cal grad­u­ate stu­den­t’s time of study.

Like you and me, Drosophi­la begins life as a moth­er’s egg fer­til­ized by a father’s sperm. With­in a day, the egg hatch­es to pro­duce a tiny lar­va, or mag­got. The lar­va typ­i­cal­ly feeds upon yeasts that it finds in rot­ting fruit. Six days (and a few molts) lat­er, the lar­va seals itself up in a hard brown cap­sule, or pupal case. It remains in this enclo­sure for four days, dur­ing which time almost all of the lar­val organs dis­solve into a soupy mix from which the organs of the mature fly are put back togeth­er. When the trans­for­ma­tion is com­plete, the adult fly inflates a lit­tle bag on its head, which forces open a trap door in the pupal case.

Out it pops, gen­er­al­ly in the ear­ly morn­ing (Drosophi­la means “dew-lover”). Its agen­da is ter­ri­bly sin­gle-mind­ed: Find a mate. A male fly chas­es a female and vibrates his wings to pro­duce a “love song” of clicks and whirs. If the pitch or rhythm is not just right, the female shows no inter­est. If she responds, then a lit­tle fore­play begins while the male con­tin­ues to vibrate. Cop­u­la­tion fol­lows, which can last as long as 15 min­utes. From then on, it’s all down­hill; the female lays her fer­til­ized eggs, hun­dreds at a time, and the cycle begins again.

All of this is pret­ty much pro­grammed by the approx­i­mate­ly 13,600 genes on four pairs of chro­mo­somes that have now been more or less com­plete­ly tran­scribed. The genes are strings of paired chem­i­cal units called nucleotides, of four types, des­ig­nat­ed A‑T, T‑A, G‑C, and C‑G. And some­how it’s all there in the four-let­ter code — the plan for mak­ing a mag­got, and then rear­rang­ing the mag­got to make a fly; the alarm clock that caus­es the fly to emerge in the dewy morn­ing; the love song; and all the rest.

Humans are more com­plex than fruit flies — more genes, more chro­mo­somes — but many of our pro­teins and their way of func­tion­ing are vir­tu­al­ly the same. Much of the basic bio­chem­i­cal machin­ery of human life evolved before the ances­tors of fruit flies and humans diverged a half-bil­lion years ago. There is a won­der­ful uni­ty to life at the lev­el of the genes.

And a won­der­ful uni­ty to life, too, among the teams of sci­en­tists who have suc­cess­ful­ly sequenced the Drosophi­la genome.

The arti­cle in Sci­ence announc­ing the achieve­ment had approx­i­mate­ly 200 authors, includ­ing names like Ama­natides, Agbayani, Basu, Blazej, Bol­shakov, Chan­dra, de Pab­los, Fer­raz, Gu, Jalali, Mur­phy, Puri, Rubin, and Zhang — an appar­ent Unit­ed Nations of eth­nic­i­ty — work­ing in pub­lic and pri­vate insti­tu­tions in eight countries.

It is one of the glo­ries of sci­ence that it man­ages to tran­scend the frac­tious divi­sions that char­ac­ter­ize so many human activ­i­ties. The thing that struck me most forcibly as I read the report about sequenc­ing Drosophi­la’s genome was the list of near­ly 200 authors, of every race, eth­nic­i­ty, gen­der, and pre­sum­ably pol­i­tics and reli­gion, work­ing side by side (phys­i­cal­ly and elec­tron­i­cal­ly) to unrav­el the DNA of a tiny fly.

And why not? At the lev­el of the human DNA, we are all pret­ty much the same, far more alike than we are dif­fer­ent. We are a sin­gle species that some­how man­ages to spend an inor­di­nate amount of our time bash­ing each oth­er for per­ceived differences.

Human DNA con­tains 20 times more nucleotide pairs than that of Drosophi­la, and the num­ber of poten­tial authors work­ing on the human genome project is prob­a­bly 20 times greater, too. But sure­ly those researchers are equal­ly diverse, and equal­ly an illus­tra­tion of how we can all get along if we think like biol­o­gists rather than xenophobes.

Some­time with­in the next few years, the human genome will be com­plete­ly sequenced, and we will join the ranks of those crea­tures whose four-let­ter plan of life can be read on the Web — includ­ing Drosophi­la melanogaster, yeast-sip­ping singer of love songs, lover of dew, for near­ly a cen­tu­ry a stal­wart ally in the quest for the uni­fy­ing secrets of life.

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