"Then defeat my formulations with true logic, nothing else."

"What do you mean?"

There was a pause, then:

"Do you know my servant Frost...?"

Man had ceased to exist long before Frost had been created. Almost notrace of Man remained upon the Earth.

Frost sought after all those traces which still existed.

He employed constant visual monitoing through his machines, especiallythe diggers. After a decade, he had accumulated portions of severalbathtubs, a broken statue, and a collection of children's stories on asolid-state record.

After a century, he had acquired a jewelry collection, eating utensils,several whole bathtubs, part of a symphony, seventeen buttons, three beltbuckles, half a toilet seat, nine old coins and the top part of an obelisk.

Then he inquired of Solcom as to the nature of Man and His society.

"Man created logic," said Solcom, "and because of that was superior toit. Logic He gave unto me, but no more. The tool does not describe thedesigner. More than this I do not choose to say. More than this youhave no need to know."

But Frost was not forbidden to have a hobby.

The next century was not especially fruitful so faw as the discovery ofnew human relics was concerned.

Frost diverted all of his spare machinery to seeking after artifacts.

He met with very little success.

Then one day, through the long twilight, there was a movement.

It was a tiny machine compared to Frost, perhaps five feet in width,four in height - a revolving turret set atop a rolling barbell.

Frost had had no knowledge of the existence of this machine prior toits appearance upon the distant, stark horizon.

He studied it as it approached and knew it to be no creation of Solcom's.

It came to a halt before his southern surface and broadcasted to him:

"Hail, Frost! Controller of the northern hemisphere!"

"What are you?" asked Frost.

"I am called Mordel."

"By whom? What are you"

"A wanderer, an antiquarian. We whare a common interest."

"What is that?"

"Man," he said. "I have been told that you seek knowledge of thisvanished being."

"Who told you that?"

"Those who have watched your minions at their digging."

"And who are those who watch?"

"There are many such as I, who wander."

"If you are not of Solcom, then you are a creation of the Altenate."

"It does not necessarily follow. There is an ancient machine high onthe eastern seaboard which processes the waters of the ocean. Solcom didnot create it, not Divcom. It has always been there. It interferes withthe works of neither. Both countenance its existence. I can cite youmany other examples proving that one need not be either/or."

"Enough! _Are_ you an agent of Divcom?"

"I am Mordel."

"Why are you here?"

"I was passing this way and, as I said, we share a common interest,mighty Frost. Knowing you to be a fellow antiquarian, I have brought athings which you might care to see."

"What is that?"

"A book."

"Show me."

The turret opened, revealing the book upon a wide shelf.

Frost dilated a small opening and extended an optical scanner on a longjointed stalk.

"How could it have been so perfectly peserved?" he asked.

"It was stored against time and corruption in the place where I found it."

"Where was that?"

"Far from here. Beyond your hemisphere."

"_Human Physiology," Frost read. "I wish to scan it."

"Very well. I will riffle the pages for you."

He did so.

After he had finished, Frost raised his eyestalk and regarded Mordelthrough it.

"Have you more books?"

"Not with me. I occasionally come upon them, however."

"I want to scan them all."

"Then the next time I pass this way I will bring you another."

"When will that be?"

"That I cannot say, great Frost. It will be when it will be."

"What do _you_ know of Man?" asked Frost.

"Much," replied Mordel. "Many things. Someday when I have more time Iwill speak to you of Him. I must go now. You will not try to detain me?"

"No. You have done no harm. If you must go now, go. But come back."

"I shall indeed, mighty Frost."

And he closed his turret and rolled off toward the other horizon.

For ninety years, Frost considered the ways of human physiology and waited.

The day that Mordel returned he brought with him _An Outline ofHistory_ and _A Shropshire Lad_.

Frost scanned them both, then he turned his attention to Mordel.

"Have you time to impart information?"

"Yes," said Mordel. "What do you wish to know?"

"The nature of Man."

"Man," said Mordel, "possessed a basically incomprehensible nature. Ican illustrate it, though: He did not know measurement."

"Of course He knew measurement," said Frost, "or He could never havebuilt machines."

"I did not say that He could not measure," said Mordel, "but that Hedid not _know_ measurement, which is a different thing altogether."

"Clarify."

Mordel drove a shaft of metal downward into the snow.

He retracted it, raised it, held up a piece of ice.

"Regard this piece of ice, mighty Frost. You can tell me itscomposition, dimensions, weight, temperature. A Man could not look at itand do that. A Man could make toold which would tell Him these things,but He still would not _know_ measurement as you know it. What He wouldknow of it, though, is a thing that you cannot know."

"What is that?"

"That it is cold," said Mordel and tossed it away.

"'Cold' is a relative term."

"Yes Relative to Man."

"But if I were aware of the point on a temperature scale below which anobject is cold to a Man and above which it is not, then I, too, wouldknow cold."

"No," said Mordel, "you would possess another measurement. 'Cold' is asensation predicated upon human physiology."

"But given sufficient data I could obtain the conversion factor whichwould make me aware of the condition of matter called 'cold'."

"Aware of its existence, but not of the thing itself."

"I do not understand what you say."

"I told you that Man possessed a basically incomprehensible nature.His perceptions were organic; yours are not. As a result of Hisperceptions He had feelings and emotions. These often gave rise to otherfeelings and emotions, which in turn caused others, until the state ofHis awareness was far removed from the objects which oiginally stimulatedit. These paths of awareness cannot be known by that which is not-Man.Man did not feel inches or meters, pounds or gallons. He felt hear, Hefelt cold; He felt heaviness and lightness. He _knew_ hatred and love,pride and despair. You cannot measure these things. _You_ cannot knowthem. You can only know the things that He did not need to know:dimensions, weidhts, temperatures, gravities. There is no formula for afeeling. There is no conversion factor for an emotion."

"There must be," said Frost. "If a thing exists, it is knowable."

"You are speaking again of measurement. I am talking about a qualityof experience. A machine is a Man turned inside-out, because it candescribe all the details of a process, which a Man cannot, but it cannotexperience that process itself as a Man can."

"There must be a way," said Frost, "or the laws of logic, which arebased upon the functions of the universe, are false."

"There is no way," said Mordel.

"Given sufficient data, I will find a way," said Frost.

"All the data in the universe will not make you a Man, mighty Frost."

"Mordel, you are wrong."

"Why do the lines of the poems you scanned end with word-sounds whichso regularly appoximate the final word-sounds of other lines?"

"I do not know why."

"Because it pleased Man to order them so. It produced a certaindesirable sensation within His awareness when He read them, a sensationcompounded of feeling and emotion as well as the literal meanings of thewords. You did not experience this because it is immeasurable to you.That is why you do not know."