Microscope In A Sentence Novels & Stories

Not pushing too hard but just going over it slowly and lightly as possible. Using the last of the water, I rinsed it off and used my finger to make sure it was cleaned off as good as it was going to get without being in my office that had the correct equipment for this. Turning on my microscope, and gently placing the ruby on a slide. Carefully closing the gasps and adjusting the focus so I could see the clarity. The light shines through it so effortlessly and beautifully. It was a rich red in color and there was no cloudiness to it.

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.

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.

Sofia. Her head is low, peering through a thick microscope that's inches from her protective glasses. All her focus is on a rectangular, green slice of silicon about the size of a quarter. Sparks and smoke bellow from the tip of the metallic, pencil-like instrument she's using to mark indiscernible changes on the chip. She raises her head confidently. "Done." She smiles, her eyes connecting with mine for a brief moment. Grasping the chip between a two- pronged tool, she gently places it on a transparent tray before handing it off to Ross.

Several glass jars and beakers shattered on the concrete floor, and he made a note to destroy this place before they left. “Get a clean slide if you can find one, and put a few drops from the syringe on it. It doesn’t have to be much. I just need to see what it’s made of.” Paul didn’t answer, only did as he was told, hoping the slide he’d found in a container by the microscope was clean. There wasn’t much left in the first syringe, but he emptied it onto the slide, getting a drop or two. He positioned it, careful not to lose the sample, and then looked into the lens.

“This is a tool used to study the invisible world of microbes or what you call bugs, you’ll be able to see even the smallest of things in its enlarged form. But of course that is what we aim for, this is only for display since it has really low magnifying power but you can still find it useful in some ways… …And remember, there must be enough light for you to see something.” Camilla took out two thin crystal glasses from a small box and a very thin slice of dried leaf beside it. She dropped a small amount of clear watery liquid and placed it on the specimen holder, a beginner experiment. She then opened the curtains near them, tested the instrument, and politely asked the venerable man to t

A few fine wisps had escaped near my temples, but they remained out of my way. The lab table before me was organized with careful precision. Stacks of research papers were arranged in neat piles beside labeled folders. Several glass containers held prepared samples, each marked with small printed tags. A tablet rested near my elbow displaying charts and test results. I adjusted the focus again. The sample shifted slightly, and I reached for a small notebook beside me, jotting down a quick observation. The sound of the door opening broke the silence. I straightened slightly but did not immediately pull away from the microscope.

“uhm Cory’s mate and Carson threw those up then fell unconscious, well their wolves did” “Don’t go yet, hang on let me check something” she rushes over to the microscope or whatever it’s call and takes a small scalpel and cut a piece of the thing and put it under the scope, then drops some liquid onto it “oh my gosh, come take a look” I go over and she moves away so I can see.

I ask her. “No, Luna, but I can boil some glasses for you,” she says. “That will have to do,” I say, thankful now that I decided to add test tubes to the order. The slides come with the microscope, but I’ll need to order some more. We do have swabs and I get a scalpel to scrape the skin. Just as I’m ready to go back in, Deborah comes over with two steaming hot glasses on a tray. “Here you go, Luna.”

Her eyes flickered around the hall wit the keenest gaze, carefully scanning each nook and corner. 𝘋𝘪𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴? 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵'𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦,