Nature is a giant computer: a vast mechanism of endless complexity and variety. It calculates, compiles, evolves — and, of course, it renders genitals in exquisite detail. But if Hollywood has taught us anything about computers, it’s that they will all be hacked by unreasonably attractive nerds. Sometimes while rollerblading. Nature has its hackers, too: At this very instant they’re out there, cracking the most primeval codes in existence. But they don’t hack machines. They hack lives.