Roses occasionally suffer from black

Roses occasionally suffer from black spot.”
“These roses are guaranteed free from any imperfections.”
“It is always advisable to purchase goods with guarantees, even if they cost slightly more.”
“Thanks for the information,” Henry said dryly. Synthetic life-forms were less than ten years old, the old android mechanicals less than sixteen; the faults of their systems were still being ironed out, year by year.
He opened the door and called to Monica.
She came out of the sitting-room immediately and flung her arms round him, kissing him ardently on cheek and lips. Henry was amazed.
Pulling back to look at her face, he saw how she seemed to generate light and beauty. It was months since he had seen her so excited. Instinctively, he clasped her tighter.
“Darling, what’s happened?”
“Henry, Henry – oh, my darling, I was in despair . . . but I’ve just dialed the afternoon post
and – you’ll never believe it! Oh, it’s wonderful!”
“For heaven’s sake, woman, what’s wonderful?”
He caught a glimpse of the heading on the photostat in her hand, still moist from the wall-receiver: Ministry of Population. He felt the color drain from his face in sudden shock and hope.
“Monica . . . oh . . . Don’t tell me our number’s come up!”
“Yes, my darling, yes, we’ve won this week’s parenthood lottery! We can go ahead and conceive a child at once!”
He let out a yell of joy. They danced round the room. Pressure of population was such that reproduction had to be strict, controlled. Childbirth required government permission. For this moment, they had waited four years. Incoherently they cried their delight.

Resultater (Dansk) 1:

Roses occasionally suffer from black spot.”“These roses are guaranteed free from any imperfections.”“It is always advisable to purchase goods with guarantees, even if they cost slightly more.”“Thanks for the information,” Henry said dryly. Synthetic life-forms were less than ten years old, the old android mechanicals less than sixteen; the faults of their systems were still being ironed out, year by year.He opened the door and called to Monica.She came out of the sitting-room immediately and flung her arms round him, kissing him ardently on cheek and lips. Henry was amazed.Pulling back to look at her face, he saw how she seemed to generate light and beauty. It was months since he had seen her so excited. Instinctively, he clasped her tighter.“Darling, what’s happened?”“Henry, Henry – oh, my darling, I was in despair . . . but I’ve just dialed the afternoon postand – you’ll never believe it! Oh, it’s wonderful!”“For heaven’s sake, woman, what’s wonderful?”He caught a glimpse of the heading on the photostat in her hand, still moist from the wall-receiver: Ministry of Population. He felt the color drain from his face in sudden shock and hope.“Monica . . . oh . . . Don’t tell me our number’s come up!”“Yes, my darling, yes, we’ve won this week’s parenthood lottery! We can go ahead and conceive a child at once!”Han lod ud en hyl af glæde. De dansede rundt i lokalet. Presset af befolkningen var sådan, at reproduktion skulle være strenge, kontrollerede. Fødsel kræves regeringen tilladelse. Dette øjeblik, havde de ventet fire år. Slaa råbte de deres glæde.

Resultater (Dansk) 2:

Roser lejlighedsvis su ff ER fra sort plet. "
" Disse roser er garanteret fri for eventuelle mangler. "
" Det er altid tilrådeligt at købe varer med garantier, selv om de koster lidt mere. "
" Tak for oplysningerne, "siger Henry tørt. Syntetiske livsformer var mindre end ti år, de gamle android mechanicals mindre end seksten; fejl i deres systemer blev stadig glattes ud, år for år.
Han åbnede døren og kaldte til Monica.
Hun kom ud af mødet-værelse straks og fl ung armene rundt ham, kyssede ham ivrigt på kinden og læber. Henry var forbløffet.
Pulling tilbage for at se på hendes ansigt, så han, hvordan hun syntes at generere lys og skønhed. Det var måneder siden, han havde set hende så ophidset. Instinktivt, han knugede hende strammere.
"Darling, hvad der er sket?"
"Henry, Henry - åh, min skat, jeg var fortvivlet. . . men jeg har lige ringet eftermiddagen indlæg
og - du vil aldrig tro det! Aa, det er vidunderligt "
"? For himlens skyld, kvinde, hvad er vidunderlige "
Han fangede et glimt af overskriften på fotostat i hånden, stadig fugtig fra væggen-modtager: Ministeriet for Befolkning. Han følte farven afløb fra hans ansigt i pludselige stød og håb.
"Monica. . . oh. . . Må ikke fortælle mig vores nummer er kommet op! «
» Ja, min elskede, ja, vi har vundet denne uges forældreskab lotteri! Vi kan gå videre og forestille sig et barn på en gang! "
Han lod et skrig af glæde. De dansede rundt i lokalet. Tryk af populationen var sådan, at reproduktionen skulle være streng, styres. Fødsel krævede tilladelse fra regeringen. Til dette øjeblik, havde de ventet fire år. Usammenhængende råbte de deres glæde.