...the centrifugal pump that kept the liquid moving over the placenta and drove it through the synthetic lung and waste product filter.
A Synthetic Music machine was warbling out a super-cornet solo.
Then came the Bureaux of Propaganda by Television, by Feeling Picture, and by Synthetic Voice and Music respectively–twenty-two floors of them.
Above were the search laboratories and the padded rooms in which Sound-Track Writers and Synthetic Composers did the delicate work.
Three charming girls from the Bureau of Propaganda by Synthetic Voice waylaid him as he stepped out of the lift.
ALL THE LATEST SYNTHETIC MUSIC.
Then to the accompaniment of the synthetic orchestra the First Solidarity Hymn was sung.
And all at once a great synthetic bass boomed out the words which announced the approaching atonement and final consummation of solidarity, the coming of the Twelve-in-One, the incarnation of the Greater Being.
Nothing to do, and the hotel too hopelessly old-fashioned–no television laid on in the bedrooms, no scent organ, only the most putrid synthetic music, and not more than twenty-five Escalator-Squash Courts for over two hundred guests.
The synthetic music plant was working as they entered the hall and left nothing to be desired.
It reminded her reassuringly of the synthetic noises made at Solidarity Services and Ford’s Day celebrations.
In the synthetic music machine the sound-track roll began to unwind.
AN ALL-SUPER-SINGING, SYNTHETIC-TALK1NG, COLOURED, STEREOSCOPIC FEELY.
They interrupted themselves for a moment to sing a synthetic quartet, with full super-orchestral accompaniment and gardenias on the scent organ.
And when, exhausted, the Sixteen had laid by their saxophones and the Synthetic Music apparatus was producing the very latest in slow Malthusian Blues, they might have been twin embryos gently rocking together on the waves of a bottled ocean of blood-surrogate.
The President stood up, made the sign of the T and, switching on the synthetic music, let loose the soft indefatigable beating of drums and a choir of instruments–near-wind and super-string–that plangently repeated and repeated the brief and unescapably haunting melody of the first Solidarity Hymn.
Flood-lighted, its three hundred and twenty metres of white Carrara-surrogate gleamed with a snowy incandescence over Ludgate Hill; at each of the four corners of its helicopter platform an immense T shone crimson against the night, and from the mouths of twenty-four vast golden trumpets rumbled a solemn synthetic music.
Hundreds of synthetic music boxes, one for each dormitory, stood ranged in shelves round three sides of the room; pigeon-holed on the fourth were the paper sound-track rolls on which the various hypnopaedic lessons were printed.
Two more were busy round the portable Synthetic Music Box.
Suddenly, from out of the Synthetic Music Box a Voice began to speak.
The sound-track roll was unwinding itself in Synthetic Anti-Riot Speech Number Two (Medium Strength).
Mustapha Mond’s oratory was almost up to synthetic standards.
"No, not synthetic starch and cotton-waste flour-substitute," he had insisted.
The air was continuously alive with gay synthetic melodies.
There are no more uses of "synthetic" in the book.
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The couch is covered with synthetic leather.
Trying to make a good synthetic fabric that breathes better than cotton.