Hearts and Flowers
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Trace finally moved her glorious eyes from the microscope. "They're perfect," she gushed, "Sooo much nicer that the huge ones you gave me last time." I was rather proud of those giant rosebushes, with their pink and white blooms like wedding headdresses for goddesses. I said nothing. "How long did they take this time?" she demanded. I mimed a modest shrug, clearly visible - I hoped - on the screen. "About two hundred and sixty years," I admitted self-effacingly, "I had a bit of trouble getting them just the right colour - they kept going green on me." Trace peered again at the microscopic roses I had made for her, obviously drinking in the colours - orange and pink and yellow. "How did you manage the dewdrops?" she asked, spinning around to look directly at my image on the screen. "It's a secret," I replied. A full answer would have required a lengthy technical explanation about the use of a concentrated solution of complex sugars, produced by the secretions of a micro-organism I had designed especially for the purpose.
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Introduction