He gently moved the girl into the Rephysical Chamber. "They grow in this machine, though. As soon as we can afford it, which ought to be only a few hundred years from now, we can make any woman look like this, or even better."
"And don't forget the men," Miss Dupont said as he started the mitogenetic generator. "We could use some Adonises around here."
"We'll have them," he assured her.
"Somebody will. None of us'll live that long."
Working like a sculptor with a cathode in one hand and an anode in the other, Dr. Kalmar began reshaping the girl who stood fixedly in the boxlike chamber. The flesh fled from the cathode and chased after the anode as he broadened the fine nose, thickened the mobile lips, squared the slender jaw and drew out carefully the delicately arched orbital ridges.
"I'll leave the curl in her hair," he said. "Every woman needs at least one feature she can be proud of."
"You're telling me," Miss Dupont replied.
"Synthetic tissue, please."
She drew out a tube with a variable nozzle and started working just ahead of him. A spray of high-velocity cells shot through the girl's smooth skin at the neck, shoulders, breasts, hips and legs, forming shapeless lumps that he guided into cords and muscles. The slim figure quickly broadened, grew brawny and competent-looking, the body of a woman who could breed phenomenally while farming alongside her man.