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"
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
put
in
after
the
last
Japanese
earthquake
!
"
He
laughed
goodhumouredly
and
shook
his
head
.
"
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
.
Two
doors
and
a
passage
with
a
double
turn
insured
the
cellar
against
any
possible
infiltration
of
the
day
.
"
Embryos
are
like
photograph
film
,
"
said
Mr
.
Foster
waggishly
,
as
he
pushed
open
the
second
door
.
"
They
can
only
stand
red
light
.
"
And
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
.
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
.
The
hum
and
rattle
of
machinery
faintly
stirred
the
air
.
"
Give
them
a
few
figures
,
Mr
.
Foster
,
"
said
the
Director
,
who
was
tired
of
talking
.
