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In the beginning there were thirty-six of them, thirty-six droplets of life of
life so tiny that Eduardo could them only under a microscope. He studied them
anxiously in the darkened room.

Water bubbled through tubes that snaked around the warm, humid walls. Air was
sucked into growth chambers. A dull, red light shone on the faces of the
workers as they watched their own arrays of little glass dishes. Each one
contained a drop of life.


Eduardo moved his dishes, one after the other, under the lens of the
microscope. The cells were perfect -- or so it seemed. Each was furnished with
all it needed to grow. So much knowledge was hidden in that tiny world! Even
Eduardo, who understood the process very well, was awed. The cell already
understood what color hair it was to have, how tall it would become, and even
whether it preferred spinach to broccoli. It might even have a hazy desire
for music or crossword puzzles. All that was hidden in the droplet.


Finally the round outlines quivered and lines appeared, dividing the cells in
two. Eduardo sighed. It was going to be all right. He watched the samples grow,
and then he carefully moved them to the incubator.

But it wasn't all right. Something about the food, the heat, the light was
wrong, and the man didn't know what it was. Very quickly over half of them
died. There were only fifteen now, and Eduardo felt a cold lump in his stomach.
If he failed, he would be sent tot he Farm, and then what would become of Anna
and the children, and his father, who was so old?

No lines are longer than 80 characters, TYVM. Other specified properties aren't being scored automatically at this time so this is not necessarily good news...