Question about the babies
Where they taken from their mothers right after their born... ? Put in the nursery? Or was it a test tube thing?
shareOnly the book can help answer these type questions, but since the movie bears little resemblance to the book, even then it's hit and miss.
In the movie Logan and Francis view babies in Nursery and Logan speculates about their parentage. In fact babies were brought up and educated/indoctrinated in isolated and very secure industrial nurseries overseen by robotic governesses. They were released into society at age seven.
See how dark and horrible that is? The movie, by comparison, was a sanitised and dumbed-down effort designed for mass appeal.
Some highlights from the book should help:
'INDUSTRIAL NURSERY—UNIT K
Beneath the sign Logan reconnoitered the gray metalmesh fence. Twice as tall as a man and capped with a triple strand of microwire. These gossamer threads could chop off fingers under the weight of a climber.
Beyond the fence, far out on the flat surface of the nursery playground, he could see the wreckage of Jessica’s devilstick. Apparently she was inside somewhere, perhaps already in the hands of the Autogoverness. Other runners had tried to hide in these vast institutions, but each Autogoverness was programmed to sound an alarm. And if you could avoid the robots there were always the older children, conditioned and hypnotaped against invaders.
...
He crossed the wide asphalt toward the looming bulk of the nursery. At its fortress flank he paused to orient himself. He’d grown up in a place like this. The hypno classes would be in the west wing, the dorms to the left. He was now outside the infant wards. Less chance of being discovered if he entered here. High up the brick building face was a bank of windows. Logan began to climb, clinging to the irregular surface. A foot slipped; he regained his balance and continued.
The first window was locked.
...
He crossed the room and eased open the door. Distantly he heard the hum and buzz of classrooms in use.
He checked the hall. Deserted. He moved to the next door. The dot symbol told him it was a Playroom. It was not activated. The vibroballs were boxed and motionless, no longer bouncing themselves in puzzle patterns from the walls. The talk puppets were stacked and speechless. The echo boards were silent. No sign of Jess here. He closed the door.
The next chamber was also quiet. The delivery-room.
Logan checked the moveways. He stared in fascination at the Hourglass, at the phosphorescent crystals in the thick globe which gave each infant his birth right—the radioactive timeflower. He stared at his own hand, blinking red-black, red-black…He’d received his crystal in a room like this; it had imbedded the flower in his right palm, and the crystal had decayed on schedule, in the same way the cesium atom decays in a radium clock, turning the stigmata inexorably from yellow to blue to red
—and now, soon, to black.
...
A whirring noise—a sound Logan had heard often in his childhood. The Autogoverness.
In Cribroom L-16, during her hourly inspection, Autogoverness K-110 discovered a sleeping woman. The Autogoverness calmly rolled into the corridor and activated the Invader Alarm. Bells. Sirens.
Jess awoke in panic, leaped from the small crib and began to run.
The nursery defended its children. Doors slammed, gates closed; trams and moveways halted. Crib covers snapped down like turtle shells; barriers sprung up through slotted floors, sealing off each wing.
Invaders!
Repel!
Protect!
Defend!
The door of the Loveroom was wrenched open. Logan was there. “Jess—this way!”
In the alarm din they fled along corridors crowded with curious children. An Autogoverness rolled at them, clucking; Logan disabled it with a savage heel blow. They slid under a descending barrier, whipped through a closing door, avoided a handler machine. They clattered down to the first floor as the building entrance was sliding shut along its lubricated tracks.
“Faster!” Logan yelled.'