Microscope In A Sentence の小説・ストーリー

He laughed and the sound filled the space between us. For a moment, I was just a girl in a science lab with a boy who made her smile. "Okay," I said, peering into the microscope, "I see... something. It's pink. And blob-shaped." "That's the nucleus." "It's a very nice nucleus." "Bonnie." "What?" "You're supposed to be taking notes, not complimenting organelles." I grabbed my notebook and wrote very nice nucleus in large, loopy letters. Lucian leaned over to read it and laughed again.

"The equipment is fine, Adrian. The biology is being stubborn. If you’re worried about the money, go look at a spreadsheet in your office." "I prefer looking at the source of the problem." "Then look at the microscope. I’m just the one trying to make sense of it." I stayed where I was, crossing my arms. I wasn't going anywhere. The lab was quiet today, filled with the low hum of machinery and the soft footsteps of assistants running tests that wouldn't yield results for another four hours. It was a day of waiting. A day of technical filler that most people would find boring, but I found it hypnotic.

Trestan reached the intercom connected inside the area where the professor was, to let him know he was already there. “Finally you’re here! I want to show you something and maybe you can help.” The professor said, “You must wear a whole bodysuit first before I’ll allow you to enter.” Trestan followed the professor’s instructions before he could enter. Doctor Carlos De Vega looked at a microorganism under the microscope and he brought the young man closer to it. It was a purple microorganism. “What do you think it is?” Doctor De Vega asked. “It looks like pathogenic bacteria but a bit strange though,” Trestan said and stood up straight. “It’s my first time to see that kind of bacteria or shou

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.

Gently shrugging my shoulder, I composed myself in my seat and focused again on our professor's instructions regarding the activity. Not too long later, we were already left doing the activity on our own, and Trey and I sat on chairs beside each other while in front of us were compound microscopes and microorganisms we needed to observe via the said device. It was awkward at first and uncomfortable to be sitting next to him, and I was sure he was feeling the same. But I sighed and composed myself as I knew I had to be at least casual for the sake of doing this activity with him and gaining a score.

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.