Microscope In A Sentence Novels & Stories

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.

Rosette asked, her voice laced with urgency. "Look through the microscope," Sarah instructed, pointing to the device. "And tell me what you see." Rosette peered into the microscope, her eyes adjusting to the magnified view. A familiar shape floated before her, its edges blurred by the magnification. "Cells, perhaps red blood cells, I can't tell from this angle," she said, carefully adjusting the dials, hoping to gain a clearer picture.

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."

“If we think about this bed, maybe he's the first and he had a patient here.” “Or a crazy experiment,” Doris said jokingly. “Please, guys, be serious,” Norma asked. “Things are getting complicated.” “Don't include me, I'm not the joker of the group,” said Mark. They went through the shelves and cabinets and found only a bunch of empty test tubes and jars. Mark detailed the microscope on the desk and the computer monitor. He looked down for the computer's CPU and couldn't find it. “They took the CPU,” he said.

"That's... weird." She prepared slides while I watched. Her hands shook slightly—exhaustion or too much coffee, probably both. A drop of sample hit the counter. She cursed, wiped it with her sleeve. "Look at this." Through the microscope, the middle layer moved. Or vibrated. Or something. It hurt to focus on. "Now watch." She added bull's blood to the slide.

I hurriedly pulled the handle, and the secret door closed. “Welcome to my humble workshop,” Samuel greeted me when he saw me. “H-hello…” I answered still being astonish why a veterinarian needed all that stuff. I looked around with my mouth opened wide. I could easily assume that things standing by only one of the lab walls were worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. “Is this… microarray scanner?” I pointed at the rectangular installation right in front of me. “Yes… my newest baby,” Samuel answered proudly, “But how did you know?”

But what will happen if I know the chemicals and the location of the humans? I sighed as I leaned over the microscope, my eyes burning from hours of staring at slides. My hands, covered in gloves that was stained with the drug particles trembled slightly, it was not from fear, but from the overwhelming exhaustion that was trying to consume me. "Just one more sequence and I’m done here." I whispered to the empty room as I stretched my body carefully so that I won’t hit any of the samples with my hand.

With the line of business his family is invested in, no doubt he feels like he has somehow stepped into another dimension. He turns in a slow circle, taking everything in like a kid who just walked into a toy store. Scientists in white coats move through the massive glass hall, some carrying tablets, others arguing quietly over complicated-looking charts floating on holographic screens. Booths line both sides of the room, displaying inventions that range from mildly impressive to borderline insane. A robotic arm carefully assembles something that looks like a microchip under a magnified screen. A drone the size of a dinner plate hovers silently near the ceiling.