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The
space
was
oval
,
dome
-
ceilinged
,
and
must
have
extended
through
both
storeys
of
the
installation
.
It
was
huge
,
the
size
of
a
temple
back
home
.
Lighting
was
low
,
a
drowsy
orange
,
and
the
temperature
was
blood
-
warm
.
The
clone
sacs
were
everywhere
,
veined
translucent
pods
of
the
same
orange
as
the
light
,
suspended
from
the
ceiling
by
cables
and
nutrient
tubes
.
The
clones
were
vaguely
discernible
within
,
foetal
bundles
of
arms
and
legs
,
but
fully
grown
.
Or
at
least
,
most
were
;
towards
the
top
of
the
dome
I
could
see
smaller
sacs
where
new
additions
to
the
stock
were
being
cultured
.
The
sacs
were
organic
,
a
toughened
analogue
of
womb
lining
,
and
they
would
grow
with
the
foetus
within
to
become
like
the
metre
and
a
half
lozenges
in
the
lower
half
of
the
vault
.
The
whole
crop
hung
there
like
an
insane
mobile
,
just
waiting
for
some
huge
sickly
breeze
to
stir
it
into
motion
.
Nyman
cleared
his
throat
,
and
both
Prescott
and
I
shook
off
the
paralysed
wonder
that
had
gripped
us
on
the
threshold
.
"
This
may
look
haphazard
,
"
he
said
,
"
but
the
spacing
is
computer
generated
.
"
"
I
know
.
"
I
nodded
and
went
closer
to
one
of
the
lower
sacs
.
"
It
’
s
fractal
-
derived
,
right
?
"
"
Ah
,
yes
.
"
Nyman
seemed
almost
to
resent
my
knowledge
.
I
peered
in
at
the
clone
.
Centimetres
away
from
my
face
Miriam
Bancroft
’
s
features
dreamed
in
amniotic
fluid
beneath
the
membrane
.
Her
arms
were
folded
protectively
across
her
breasts
and
her
hands
were
folded
lightly
into
fists
under
her
chin
.
Her
hair
had
been
gathered
into
a
thick
,
coiled
snake
on
the
top
of
her
head
and
covered
in
some
kind
of
web
.
"
The
whole
family
’
s
here
,
"
murmured
Prescott
at
my
shoulder
.
"
Husband
and
wife
,
and
all
sixty
-
one
children
.
Most
only
have
one
or
two
clones
,
but
Bancroft
and
his
wife
run
to
six
each
.
Impressive
,
huh
?
"
"
Yeah
.
"
Despite
myself
,
I
had
to
put
out
a
hand
and
touch
the
membrane
above
Miriam
Bancroft
’
s
face
.
It
was
warm
,
and
gave
slightly
under
my
hand
.
There
was
raised
scarring
around
the
entry
points
of
the
nutrient
feeds
and
waste
pipes
,
and
in
tiny
pimples
where
needles
had
been
pushed
through
to
extract
tissue
samples
or
provide
IV
additives
.
The
membrane
would
give
in
to
such
penetrations
and
heal
afterwards
.
I
turned
away
from
the
dreaming
woman
and
faced
Nyman
.
"
This
is
all
very
nice
,
but
presumably
you
don
’
t
shell
one
of
these
whenever
Bancroft
comes
in
here
.
You
must
have
tanks
as
well
.
"
