Narration: Trurl pulled up a chair and tried to console himself by examining the civilizations which, locked in the incubator, had survived the holocaust. One of these had advanced so far that its inhabitants were now observing him through astronomical telescopes, the lenses sparkling like infinitesimal drops of dew. Touched by the sight of such scientific zeal, he nodded and gave them an encouraging smile,

Narration: but immediately jumped back with a yell and ran, clutching his eye, to the nearest pharmacy. The little astrophysicists of that civilization had hit him with a laser beam.

Narration: From then on he never approached the microscope without sunglasses.