Next to the Liners stood the Matriculators. The procession advanced; one by one theeggs were transferred from their test-tubes to the larger containers; deftly theperitoneal lining was slit, the morula dropped into place, the saline solution pouredin … and already the bottle had passed, and it was the turn of the labellers.Heredity, date of fertilization, membership of Bokanovsky Group–details weretransferred from test-tube to bottle. No longer anonymous, but named, identified,the procession marched slowly on; on through an opening in the wall, slowly on intothe Social Predestination Room."Eighty-eight cubic metres of card-index," said Mr. Foster with relish, as they entered."Containing all the relevant information," added the Director."Brought up to date every morning.""And co-ordinated every afternoon.""On the basis of which they make their calculations.""So many individuals, of such and such quality," said Mr. Foster."Distributed in such and such quantities.""The optimum Decanting Rate at any given moment.""Unforeseen wastages promptly made good.""Promptly," repeated Mr. Foster. "If you knew the amount of overtime I had to putin after the last Japanese earthquake!" He laughed goodhumouredly and shook hishead."The Predestinators send in their figures to the Fertilizers.""Who give them the embryos they ask for.""And the bottles come in here to be predestined in detail.""After which they are sent down to the Embryo Store.""Where we now proceed ourselves."And opening a door Mr. Foster led the way down a staircase into the basement.The temperature was still tropical. They descended into a thickening twilight. Twodoors and a passage with a double turn insured the cellar against any possibleinfiltration of the day."Embryos are like photograph film," said Mr. Foster waggishly, as he pushed openthe second door. "They can only stand red light."And in effect the sultry darkness into which the students now followed him wasvisible and crimson, like the darkness of closed eyes on a summer's afternoon. Thebulging flanks of row on receding row and tier above tier of bottles glinted withinnumerable rubies, and among the rubies moved the dim red spectres of men andwomen with purple eyes and all the symptoms of lupus. The hum and rattle ofmachinery faintly stirred the air."Give them a few figures, Mr. Foster," said the Director, who was tired of talking.Mr. Foster was only too happy to give them a few figures.Two hundred and twenty metres long, two hundred wide, ten high. He pointedupwards. Like chickens drinking, the students lifted their eyes towards the distant
ceiling.Three tiers of racks: ground floor level, first gallery, second gallery.The spidery steel-work of gallery above gallery faded away in all directions into thedark. Near them three red ghosts were busily unloading demijohns from a movingstaircase.The escalator from the Social Predestination Room.Each bottle could be placed on one of fifteen racks, each rack, though you couldn'tsee it, was a conveyor traveling at the rate of thirty-three and a third centimetres anhour. Two hundred and sixty-seven days at eight metres a day. Two thousand onehundred and thirty-six metres in all. One circuit of the cellar at ground level, one onthe first gallery, half on the second, and on the two hundred and sixty-seventhmorning, daylight in the Decanting Room. Independent existence–so called."But in the interval," Mr. Foster concluded, "we've managed to do a lot to them. Oh,a very great deal." His laugh was knowing and triumphant."That's the spirit I like," said the Director once more. "Let's walk around. You tellthem everything, Mr. Foster."Mr. Foster duly told them.Told them of the growing embryo on its bed of peritoneum. Made them taste therich blood surrogate on which it fed. Explained why it had to be stimulated withplacentin and thyroxin. Told them of the corpus luteum extract. Showed them the jetsthrough which at every twelfth metre from zero to 2040 it was automatically injected.Spoke of those gradually increasing doses of pituitary administered during the finalninety-six metres of their course. Described the artificial maternal circulationinstalled in every bottle at Metre 112; showed them the resevoir of blood-surrogate,the centrifugal pump that kept the liquid moving over the placenta and drove itthrough the synthetic lung and waste product filter. Referred to the embryo'stroublesome tendency to anæmia, to the massive doses of hog's stomach extractand foetal foal's liver with which, in consequence, it had to be supplied.Showed them the simple mechanism by means of which, during the last two metresout of every eight, all the embryos were simultaneously shaken into familiarity withmovement. Hinted at the gravity of the so-called "trauma of decanting," andenumerated the precautions taken to minimize, by a suitable training of the bottledembryo, that dangerous shock. Told them of the test for sex carried out in theneighborhood of Metre 200. Explained the system of labelling–a T for the males, acircle for the females and for those who were destined to become freemartins aquestion mark, black on a white ground."For of course," said Mr. Foster, "in the vast majority of cases, fertility is merely anuisance. One fertile ovary in twelve hundred–that would really be quite sufficient forour purposes. But we want to have a good choice. And of course one must alwayshave an enormous margin of safety. So we allow as many as thirty per cent of thefemale embryos to develop normally. The others get a dose of male sex-hormoneevery twenty-four metres for the rest of the course. Result: they're decanted asfreemartins–structurally quite normal (except," he had to admit, "that they do havethe slightest tendency to grow beards), but sterile. Guaranteed sterile. Which bringsus at last," continued Mr. Foster, "out of the realm of mere slavish imitation ofnature into the much more interesting world of human invention."He rubbed his hands. For of course, they didn't content themselves with merelyhatching out embryos: any cow could do that."We also predestine and condition. We decant our babies as socialized humanbeings, as Alphas or Epsilons, as future sewage workers or future …" He was goingto say "future <strong>World</strong> controllers," but correcting himself, said "future Directors ofHatcheries," instead.
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