Showed them the jets through which at every twelfth metre from zero to 2040 it was automatically injected. Explained why it had to be stimulated with placentin and thyroxin. Made them taste the rich blood surrogate on which it fed. Told them of the growing embryo on its bed of peritoneum. "That's the spirit I like," said the Director once more. Oh, a very great deal." His laugh was knowing and triumphant. Foster concluded, "we've managed to do a lot to them. One circuit of the cellar at ground level, one on the first gallery, half on the second, and on the two hundred and sixty-seventh morning, daylight in the Decanting Room. Two thousand one hundred and thirty-six metres in all. Two hundred and sixty-seven days at eight metres a day. The escalator from the Social Predestination Room.Įach bottle could be placed on one of fifteen racks, each rack, though you couldn't see it, was a conveyor traveling at the rate of thirty-three and a third centimetres an hour. Near them three red ghosts were busily unloading demijohns from a moving staircase. The spidery steel-work of gallery above gallery faded away in all directions into the dark. Three tiers of racks: ground floor level, first gallery, second gallery. Like chickens drinking, the students lifted their eyes towards the distant ceiling. Two hundred and twenty metres long, two hundred wide, ten high. Foster was only too happy to give them a few figures. Foster," said the Director, who was tired of talking. The hum and rattle of machinery faintly stirred the air. The bulging flanks of row on receding row and tier above tier of bottles glinted with innumerable rubies, and among the rubies moved the dim red spectres of men and women with purple eyes and all the symptoms of lupus.
"They can only stand red light."Īnd in effect the sultry darkness into which the students now followed him was visible and crimson, like the darkness of closed eyes on a summer's afternoon. Foster waggishly, as he pushed open the second door. "Embryos are like photograph film," said Mr. Two doors and a passage with a double turn insured the cellar against any possible infiltration of the day. They descended into a thickening twilight. Foster led the way down a staircase into the basement. "After which they are sent down to the Embryo Store."Īnd opening a door Mr. "And the bottles come in here to be predestined in detail." "Who give them the embryos they ask for."
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