Microscope In A Sentence Novels & Stories

The atmospheric filtration system hummed with a heavy, rhythmic thrum that vibrated through my primary chitinous plates. In the sterile, green-tinted light of the laboratory, I adjusted my optical sensors, focusing on the specimen strapped to the obsidian slab. It was a grotesque thing—small, soft, and terrifyingly fragile.

"I do. You are not a bad person, and I have seen enough of life to know fear when I see it. Jenny, you are safe here. Begin again. Leave it behind, whatever it is. You may not decide to remain in this place, but you can think of this as where you started again." He watches her for a moment, then slaps hands on to his knees. "And now I think, for something more cheerful. I have something that I believe will interest you. I have purchased a new microscope. Why do you not go to the kitchen and find a glass or a jar and fetch some water from the ditch on the edge of the field? Yes, no? I will set up the apparatus and when you return, we will see what is to be seen...." ***** EIGHT YEARS AGO: KLE

Microscopes, scanners, and a plethora of other devices were neatly arranged, ready to be employed in the analysis of the creature. Mr. Matthews moved with practiced ease, his hands deftly activating various machines and preparing the workspace. He glanced back at me, a glint of excitement in his eyes that mirrored my own feelings. “Let’s get started,” he said, his voice filled with the same anticipation that thrummed through my veins.

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.

I neglected them and went under the bright light right best to the pearls as they reflect in it. "We were able to find it. The greater pearl was made into two but when we heard she had blood running through her veins that made her not to cringe." my glare made him rub his hand through his head. "She did cringe." I interceded, "Ariadne wouldn't have hurt me left to her." "But she hurt you still. That is enough to prove our assumptions." The other scientist wore his sleeve as he studied through the microscope. I couldn't stare at it for long.

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.

I couldn't help but admire the beauty of the laboratory. I stepped into a large, open space filled with other technological apparatus. A row of steel and glass centrifuge, spined samples at a very fast motion. The microscopes were neatly kept, poised to reveal the invisible life that was hidden from the eyes. The air was thick with a faint chemical smell as some scientists in white coats moved around the room, unfazed by my presence. I strode over to a wall of freezers and refrigerators, each labeled and locked. The cool air washed over me, sending shivers down my spine as I was lost in the world of medical beauty, my memory oblivious to why I was there.

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

Kade asked. "We need the lab equipment." I inoculated a few ml of the culture to another vessel. “We need to look at it under the microscope.” When we were back in the lab, Sarah assisted with an examination of the starter. She just looked confused and didn’t ask any questions when we arrived at midnight holding bread culture. Under the microscope, something glinted. Chances were good it wasn’t yeast, or flour or water. "What is that?" Sarah adjusted the magnification. "It looks like... microfilm? Embedded in the culture?"