The D.H.C. acknowledged the compliment with a smile.They were passing Metre 320 on Rack 11. A young Beta-Minus mechanic was busywith screw-driver and spanner on the blood-surrogate pump of a passing bottle. Thehum of the electric motor deepened by fractions of a tone as he turned the nuts.Down, down … A final twist, a glance at the revolution counter, and he was done. Hemoved two paces down the line and began the same process on the next pump."Reducing the number of revolutions per minute," Mr. Foster explained. "Thesurrogate goes round slower; therefore passes through the lung at longer intervals;therefore gives the embryo less oxygen. Nothing like oxygen-shortage for keepingan embryo below par." Again he rubbed his hands."But why do you want to keep the embryo below par?" asked an ingenuous student."Ass!" said the Director, breaking a long silence. "Hasn't it occurred to you that anEpsilon embryo must have an Epsilon environment as well as an Epsilon heredity?"It evidently hadn't occurred to him. He was covered with confusion."The lower the caste," said Mr. Foster, "the shorter the oxygen." The first organaffected was the brain. After that the skeleton. At seventy per cent of normaloxygen you got dwarfs. At less than seventy eyeless monsters."Who are no use at all," concluded Mr. Foster.Whereas (his voice became confidential and eager), if they could discover atechnique for shortening the period of maturation what a triumph, what abenefaction to Society!"Consider the horse."They considered it.Mature at six; the elephant at ten. While at thirteen a man is not yet sexuallymature; and is only full-grown at twenty. Hence, of course, that fruit of delayeddevelopment, the human intelligence."But in Epsilons," said Mr. Foster very justly, "we don't need human intelligence."Didn't need and didn't get it. But though the Epsilon mind was mature at ten, theEpsilon body was not fit to work till eighteen. Long years of superfluous and wastedimmaturity. If the physical development could be speeded up till it was as quick,say, as a cow's, what an enormous saving to the Community!"Enormous!" murmured the students. Mr. Foster's enthusiasm was infectious.He became rather technical; spoke of the abnormal endocrine co-ordination whichmade men grow so slowly; postulated a germinal mutation to account for it. Couldthe effects of this germinal mutation be undone? Could the individual Epsilonembryo be made a revert, by a suitable technique, to the normality of dogs andcows? That was the problem. And it was all but solved.Pilkington, at Mombasa, had produced individuals who were sexually mature at fourand full-grown at six and a half. A scientific triumph. But socially useless.Six-year-old men and women were too stupid to do even Epsilon work. And theprocess was an all-or-nothing one; either you failed to modify at all, or else youmodified the whole way. They were still trying to find the ideal compromise betweenadults of twenty and adults of six. So far without success. Mr. Foster sighed andshook his head.Their wanderings through the crimson twilight had brought them to theneighborhood of Metre 170 on Rack 9. From this point onwards Rack 9 was enclosedand the bottle performed the remainder of their journey in a kind of tunnel,
interrupted here and there by openings two or three metres wide."Heat conditioning," said Mr. Foster.Hot tunnels alternated with cool tunnels. Coolness was wedded to discomfort in theform of hard X-rays. By the time they were decanted the embryos had a horror ofcold. They were predestined to emigrate to the tropics, to be miner and acetate silkspinners and steel workers. Later on their minds would be made to endorse thejudgment of their bodies. "We condition them to thrive on heat," concluded Mr.Foster. "Our colleagues upstairs will teach them to love it.""And that," put in the Director sententiously, "that is the secret of happiness andvirtue–liking what you've got to do. All conditioning aims at that: making people liketheir unescapable social destiny."In a gap between two tunnels, a nurse was delicately probing with a long finesyringe into the gelatinous contents of a passing bottle. The students and theirguides stood watching her for a few moments in silence."Well, Lenina," said Mr. Foster, when at last she withdrew the syringe andstraightened herself up.The girl turned with a start. One could see that, for all the lupus and the purpleeyes, she was uncommonly pretty."Henry!" Her smile flashed redly at him–a row of coral teeth."Charming, charming," murmured the Director and, giving her two or three littlepats, received in exchange a rather deferential smile for himself."What are you giving them?" asked Mr. Foster, making his tone very professional."Oh, the usual typhoid and sleeping sickness.""Tropical workers start being inoculated at Metre 150," Mr. Foster explained to thestudents. "The embryos still have gills. We immunize the fish against the futureman's diseases." Then, turning back to Lenina, "Ten to five on the roof thisafternoon," he said, "as usual.""Charming," said the Dhector once more, and, with a final pat, moved away afterthe others.On Rack 10 rows of next generation's chemical workers were being trained in thetoleration of lead, caustic soda, tar, chlorine. The first of a batch of two hundred andfifty embryonic rocket-plane engineers was just passing the eleven hundred metremark on Rack 3. A special mechanism kept their containers in constant rotation. "Toimprove their sense of balance," Mr. Foster explained. "Doing repairs on the outsideof a rocket in mid-air is a ticklish job. We slacken off the circulation when they'reright way up, so that they're half starved, and double the flow of surrogate whenthey're upside down. They learn to associate topsy-turvydom with weli-being; in fact,they're only truly happy when they're standing on their heads."And now," Mr. Foster went on, "I'd like to show you some very interestingconditioning for Alpha Plus Intellectuals. We have a big batch of them on Rack 5.First Gallery level," he called to two boys who had started to go down to the groundfloor."They're round about Metre 900," he explained. "You can't really do any usefulintellectual conditioning till the foetuses have lost their tails. Follow me."But the Director had looked at his watch. "Ten to three," he said. "No time for theintellectual embryos, I'm afraid. We must go up to the Nurseries before the childrenhave finished their afternoon sleep."
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