Microscope In A Sentence Novels & Stories

He then beckoned and said, “Please check the microscope, sir.” The group stepped aside and Adrian stepped forward. He leaned over and looked into the microscope. There were rock fragments under the lens that Shane and his men had chipped off from the rock. Adrian was surprised to discover that there were many worms on the rock fragment seen under the microscope. The worms were crawling in the area around the rock fragments. He could not see the worms clearly because they were microscopic-like cells. In fact, they did not carry any weight and they could only be seen under the microscope.

“Caitie? You say something?” Temporarily flash-blind despite the annoyingly bright fluorescents overhead, she lifted her head, following the sound of his voice. “Alex, it worked. Come here. Come see.” In a second, he was off the counter-height stool he’d been working on and rushing to her side. As she leaned aside to give him room, he monopolized her scope, at first scanning as she had. Then he moved to a higher-powered lens, then to the highest one she had on this microscope.

The man was damn serious. In another corner, a corkboard that is massive and some displayed photographs of inhuman things or things that seemed inhuman, blurred figures in the dark, eyes in the bushes and weeds, were all there. Strings and thumbtacks connected all these images, forming something like a web of connections and thoughts. Maybe like any speculations. A table which was like a table oak table, this table was centered in the room, it stood in the center of the room with multiple and different tools/instruments scattered on it. Things like cameras, microscopes, some crystals, knives, and so on.

Lily Nawassa stared into the microscope, holding her breath as she carefully placed the newly created serum into the sample. She let out the breath, waiting to see the results. “Come on,” she whispered when nothing had yet to happen. “Come on, come on, come on,” she chanted when still there wasn’t any reaction.

“Uh, yes sir.” Standing up, she proceeded towards his table. She silently took the seat next to him and moved the microscope near her. Luke just watched as she turned the knobs gently with her hand. He didn’t expect that this girl was actually good in this subject. After a minute, Kace looked up at him. “Here. You can now see your specimen.” She gestured him to look at the microscope. Luke slowly peeked into the eyepiece. Seeing how clear the specimen now compared earlier amazed him. He wrote on his sheet then turned to her with a blank face.

I watched her , muted as she paced before her eyes took leave from the ceiling and over to my expensive telescope by the window. "Hm....I've never seen this before...what is this?" And she was making her way over to it before descending her hands on to it, tracing her fingers over the eyepiece with fascination. "A telescope," The paranoid soul inside me loomed over the surface of my subconsciousness and without warning, shot up from bed and dashed over to her, the ice pack dropping on the ground in the process of my frantic movements. "Don't.....don't touch the eyepiece , it's highly delicate, it could break in anyone's hands, not just yours or mine ....literally, anyone can break it when ha

Christie’s POV The fluorescent lights of the research lab felt brighter and colder than usual. I stared into the eyepiece of my microscope, but the cellular structures on the slide were just a blur of purple and blue. My hands were steady by habit, but my mind was a battlefield. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Lyon’s face in the moonlight, promising me a future that now felt like a lie.

“Are you fucking around or...” “Just wait,” Tristan chuckles, pressing his eye against the microscope's viewfinder. “I’ve just got to…” Growing quiet, he begins to adjust things, bringing the slide into view and out until, finally, we can make out the cells that are moving about on it. Instantly, the room around us grows quiet as we watch the cells slowly move about. They mix and unmix, then move away from each other. They don’t do like they did when my blood was mixed with a wolf's, and that alone gives me mixed feelings.

Rows of glass vials were lined up, each one holding the potential for discovery or disappointment, I presume. The centrifuge was stagnant. If it was in use, it would've made a soft whirring noise as it spun samples, separating what was needed from what wasn't. I touched its metallic shell, cool to the touch, and felt the beat of scientific exploration. Adjusting the microscope, I explored the tiny worlds on glass slides. The microscope, a tool to discover the unseen, felt weighty with the responsibility of revealing hidden truths. I wish it could reveal mine. In the center of the lab, a board displayed the complex process of genetic manipulation and hybrid formation. Charts and diagrams show

Jasper’s dark eyes lit up as an enthusiastic grin practically consumed his square jawed face while greeting his assistant. “Of all mornings for you to be late,” he eagerly said as he jumped up from his microscope and directed her to look through it. “Take a look.” With a slight limp, she made her way toward him. She smiled as she moved between him and the end of the equipment laden table that held the microscope.