I was killed but the other Amigos made up for my loss

 

I knew I was going to die.  The dithiothreitol touched me the other day and I disintegrated.  I was gone.  

 

But like other micro-buddies, I have a lot of copies of me around, meaning lots of me cells around.  Some of these cells underwent binary fission and new, young Amigos were born.  And my population is still around.