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Usage examples of cloning.

The cloning department had worked overtime growing new batches of Emir embryos for the fetal neurons and glia they could supply and prepared appropriate annealing solutions of disaggregated cells with which the surgeons would bathe the central nervous system splices.

When it came time to paint the spinal cord graft with a solution of myelinating cells, ig-Gabal, the Palace cloning chief, became rattled, and tried to hand the circulating nurse a syringe of unenriched oligodendrocytes.

Not a way of life, machine-assisted cloning is the biosocial counterpart of a hobby.

The idea of cloning has been explored widely in fiction, but always in terms of medical technology involving complex machinery, a dilettante obsession for the very rich.

But then, only female humans have wombs, so a contemplation of cloning became a novel about drastically altered relations between the sexes.

I went to bat for you, of course, but it was your own competence as a cloning technician that earned you the privilege.

It could only have been done with the most advanced cloning techniques.

As it was, Yezid had to wait another few minutes for the rest of the latecomers to straggle in before herding the cloning section to the main hall, where the other sections were also assembling.

The focus of the investigation now was not cloning, but the electronics and prosthetics expertise that had provided the disguised weapons.

Abdul will act as liaison between the Palace cloning staff and the laboratory of the Royal Stables.

The two cloning technicians were pale and drawn, blinking as if unaccustomed to light.

And who can tell us better than someone involved with the Palace cloning program?

Nevertheless, when the cloning party had filed into the OR, it was Mustafa and his cluttering fellows who had been relegated to the sidelines along with the circulating nurses and standby technicians, while Hamid-Jones had been assigned to stand with ig-Gabal in the place of honor at the surgical interface, though there was nothing, really, for him to do.

Hamid-Jones had received his favor, and that the Royal Stables were to be considered to be on a par with the well-entrenched bureaucrats of the Palace cloning establishment.

It would be months if everbefore the monstrous inventory that must be going on at this moment would get around to cataloguing a single horse in the Royal Stables annex, or before anyone uncovered the data on the cloning project.