So rice is like important and shit. Some folks, whose only trangressions were being born in the wrong country or in the wrong family, pretty much live off this rice stuff. They grow it and they eat it and they get by. But sometimes the rains rain too much and that shit floods. And see the rice is all chill for a couple days, but then it wacks out and tries growing real fast to get out the water, and by the time the waters recede it's done shot it's proverbial ricecake and it dies. And then these folks have nothing to eat, and shit gets ugly and people die.
So this scientist right, this Dr. Pamela Ronald, was all "yo fuck that." They had this one rice that could live for like 17 days underwater, but it tasted all nasty ass. So she was all "ain't no thing" and did some fancy gene isolatin' and what not and figured out what made this nasty rice magical-like. She took the magicness and magicbred it into some sweet ass tastin' rice and fucking blammo! Flood resistant rice that tastes delish. That shit will eventually save millions of lives. Millions of people. Actual people. Real, living people. That grow rice and laugh and love and steal and borrow and all sorts of things.
That's fucking awesome.