Microscope In A Sentence Novels & Stories

The Dean turned on the projector, and the scene photographed by the microscope immediately appeared on the white curtain. The Dean pointed to the images and said, "this is the latest microscope in the world. It has the function of human eyes to watch and record. At present, you can see the changes that have taken place by extracting Elisa's blood and cells under the microscope." William looked at the black particles, which were swallowing each other at a speed visible to the naked eye. The cell particles on the screen became smaller and smaller, but each one became much larger than before. The remaining particles did not stop swallowing each other. they swallowed each other faster than befo

"Damn it," "Shit wait," The buzzer next to me rang, signaling that he had finished answering. I removed my gaze from the microscope lens opposite me and quickly wrote the name of the parasite in the parasite column of the answer sheet I was holding. I left there and pressed the buzzer before heading to the next microscope. We were almost dizzy at the excessive speed of the rotation. Others are too fast so our rotation is faster, no one can get caught because the next reason is more stuck in the queue for the stopping to be sympathetic.

He didn't turn to look at her, instead he walked towards an elevation and made some patterns on the dust before he left. She immediately strode to the direction of elevation to see what he left on it. "SETH" it read and she found herself smiling at the name of the monster. He was cute. ****************** She hissed for the millionth time as she tried to focus her lens on her specimen. She got a few old reagents around and did the unbelievable part of making her temporary energy source to power her microscope. The ocular was quite unclear and her illuminator source was getting weaker and weaker as the seconds passed by. Sweat was dripping from her forehead as she tried to focus the lens on he

“What are you doing here?” “Well, I saw you were preparing to go somewhere this early, and I came over to see if I could tag along.” I stared at him, acutely aware of how stricken I must look at that moment. What the fuck was he talking about? “What the fuck are you talking about?” I demanded, moving closer. “How did you see every one of my movements from your house that’s a stone's throw away? “A stone’s throw away,” he repeated, a tight smile crossing his lips. “Well, I used a microscope.”

“Maybe because if I were a killer, you wouldn’t be standing here right now.” A hint of fear passes her eyes and she flinches for a brief moment. But she quickly brushes it off, looks away, and leans over the microscope again. “Still,” she says, finding her voice again, “I think this will be vital information for the Sheriff. Perhaps I should have a chat with him.” My jaw clenches. “You’ll do no such thing.” “Is that a threat, Grey?” I don’t answer. Instead, I pull the microscope over to my side and peer into it, studying the object beneath the lens—a purple, fleshy mass with veins bulging across its surface.

A bedraggled Sheila met us at the door. “Did you stay here all night?” I asked, taking in her rumpled clothes and the flyaway strands of hair escaping her usually pristine bun. “I was onto something.” She said by way of explanation. “Come see.” She dragged me over to the microscope by my shirtsleeve, her excitement palpable even despite her fatigue. I peered through the lens but it was only a slide with the original sample.” “Now watch!” She squirted a drop of solution from an eyedropper.

Someone would have already stolen your bike because this place was really silent when I came back to it. I got on my bike now, sank the key into the ignition, and it roared to life. Knowing fully well that Rebecca would now be home asleep on her luxurious bed, this would have been the perfect time to do the work I have been sent. But the motherfucker has tight security now, and I just have to wait until I find a loophole. I drove to a stall right away and bought a microscope. This was an essential tool for what I have at heart, and surely it won’t fail me.

Once it was pinned and secured, it didn’t seem bothered by it, just continued to lay there, and lick its paws. “You give demented a whole new meaning.” I muttered as I stuck the needle into the rat’s rear, to draw a sample of its blood. After freeing the rat once more, I took the sample to start examining it. The moment I looked through the scope at a small drop I placed between two clear lenses I had set on the microscope, I instantly recognized what I was seeing. Carefully, I wheeled the table it was sitting on and made my way to Leon. “I thought it was you that came down. What is up?” He asked, looking between me and the microscope.

The door hissed shut behind them, sealing out the camp’s noise and heat. Inside, the room breathed cold and clean. Benches bristled with glassware and clamps; a CO₂ incubator ticked softly in the corner; rows of monitors cast a medical-blue glow over microscopes, burets, labelled sera, and trays of capped tubes. It looked less like a garden annex and more like a secret ward of a university hospital that had decided to survive the end of the world.

"Maybe you can see something we have missed. Maybe you can identify what this thing is made of." I stepped closer to the glass case and studied the moving liquid. The purple mass seemed to sense my presence. It pressed against the glass, reaching toward me, and I forced myself not to step back. "There is a machine that can look at the virus more closely," Vex said. He gestured to a large device positioned next to the case, with a screen and a set of controls. "It operates tiny laser fingers that can cut out samples of the moving liquid without breaking the containment seal. You can examine the molecular structure at a level we have not been able to reach with our current methods."