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1 A SQUAT grey building of only thirty-four stories. Over the main entrance the words,

2 CENTRAL LONDON HATCHERY AND CONDITIONING CENTRE, and, in a shield, the World State's

3 motto, COMMUNITY, IDENTITY, STABILITY.

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5 The enormous room on the ground floor faced towards the north. Cold for all the summer

6 beyond the panes, for all the tropical heat of the room itself, a harsh thin light

7 glared through the windows, hungrily seeking some draped lay figure, some pallid shape

8 of academic gooseflesh, but finding only the glass and nickel and bleakly shining

9 porcelain of a laboratory. Wintriness responded to wintriness. The overalls of the

10 workers were white, their hands gloved with a pale corpse-coloured rubber. The light was

11 frozen, dead, a ghost. Only from the yellow barrels of the microscopes did it borrow a

12 certain rich and living substance, lying along the polished tubes like butter, streak

13 after luscious streak in long recession down the work tables.

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15 "And this," said the Director opening the door, "is the Fertilizing Room."

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