Frank Belknap Long,
Mating center
(1961)
“ He did not know until he was standing in the entranceway, staring through a pale blue radiance at tiers upon tiers of cribs encased in sterile glass. He did not know until he saw the babies.Tiers upon tiers of cribs and in each crib a sleeping human infant.And in a few cribs a crying and a reaching out of tiny hands for arms that were not there, the arms of the mothers.In each crib a man or woman of the future, still in swaddling clothes, but beginning to become aware of the world that he or she would someday inherit. ”
