"Perhaps. Perhaps not. When is 'soon?' Define the term."

"Never mind. Do you still thik it can be done?"

"I still know _I_ can do it."

There was a week of silence.

Then, "Frost?"

"Yes?"

"You are a fool."

Mordel faced his turret in the direction from which he had come. Hiswheels turned.

"I will call you when I want you," said Frost.

Mordel sped away.

Weeks passed, months passed, a year went by.

Then one day Frost sent forth his message:

"Mordel, come to me. I need you."

When Mordel arrived, Frost did not wait for a salutation. He said,"You are not a very fast machine."

"Alas, but I came a great distance, mighty Frost. I sped all the way.Are you ready to come back with me now? Have you failed?"

"When I have failed, little Mordel," said Frost, "I will tell you.

Therefore, refrain from the constant use of the interrogative. Nowthen, I have clocked your speed and it is not so great as it could be.For this reason, I have arranged other means of transportation."

"Transportation? To where, Frost?"

"That is for you to tell me," said Frost, and his color changed fromsilverblue to sun-behind-the-clouds-yellow.

Mordel rolled back away from him as the ice of a hundred centuriesbegan to melt. Then Frost rose upon a cushion of air and drifted towardMordel, his glow gradually fading.

A cavity appeared within his southern surface, from which he slowlyextended a runway until it touched the ice.

"On the day of our bargain," he stated, "you said that you couldconduct me about the world and show me the things which delighted Man.My speed will be greater than yours would be, so I have prepared for youa chamber. Enter it, and conduct me to the places of which you spoke."

Mordel waited, emitting a high-pitched whine. Then, "Very well," hesaid, and entered.

The chamber closed about him. THe only opening was a quartz windowFrost had formed.

Mordel gave him coordinates and they rose into the air and departed theNorth Pole of the Earth.

"I monitored your communication with Divcom," he said, "wherein therewas conjecture as to whether I would retain you and send forth afacsimile in your place as a spy, followed by the decision that you wereexpendable."

"Will you do this thing?"

"No, I will keep my end of the bargain if I must. I have no reason tospy on Divcom."

"You are aware that you would be forced to keep your end of the bargaineven if you did not wish to; and Solcom would not come to your assistancebecause of the fact that you dared to make such a bargain."

"Do you speak as one who considers this to be a possibility, or as onewho knows?"

"As one who knows."

They came to rest in the place once known as California. THe time wasnear sunset. In the distance, the surf struck steadily upon the rockyshoreline. Frost released Mordel and considered his surroundings.

"Those large plants...?"

"Redwood trees."

"And the green ones are...?"

"Grass."

"Yes, it is as I thought. Why have we come here?"

"Because it is a place which once delighted Man."

"In what ways?"

"It is scenic, beautiful..."

"Oh."

A humming sound began within Frost, followed by a series of sharp clicks.

"What are you doing?"

Frost dilated an opening, and two great eyes regarded Mordel fromwithin it.

"What are those?"

"Eyes," said Frost. "I have constructed analogues of the human sensoryequipment, so that I may see and smell and taste and hear like a Man.Now direct my attention to an object or objects of beauty."

"As I understant it, it is all around you here," said Mordel.

The purring noise increased within Frost, followed by more clickings.

"What do you see, hear, taste, smell?" asked Mordel.

"Everything I did before," replied Frost, "but within a more limitedrange."

"You do not perceive any beauty?"

"Perhaps none remains after so long a time," said Frost.

"It is not supposed to be the sort of things which gets used up," saidMordel.

"Perhaps we have come to the wrong place to test the new equipment.Perhaps there is only a little beauty and I am overlooking it somehow.The first emotions may be too weak to detect."

"How do you- feel?"

"I test out at a normal level of function."

"Here comes a sunset," said Mordel. "Try that."

Frost shifted his bulk so that his eyes faced the setting sun. Hecaused them to blink against the brightness.

After it was finished, Mordel asked, "What was it like?"

"Like a sunrise, in reverse."

"Nothing special?"

"No."

"Oh," said Mordel. "We could move to another part of the Earth andwatch it again - or watch it in the rising."

"No."

Frost looked at the great trees. He looked at the shadows. Helistened to the wind and to the sound of a bird.

In the distance, he heard a steady clanking noise.

"What is that?" asked Mordel.

"I am not certain. It is not one of my workers. Perhaps..."

There came a shrill whine from Mordel.

"No, it is not one of Divcom's either."

They waited as the sound grew louder.

Then Frost said, "It is too late. We must wait and hear it out."

"What is it?"

"It is the Ancient Ore-Crusher."

"I have heard of it, but..."

"I am the Crusher of Ores," it broadcast to them. "Hear my story..."

It lumbered toward them, creaking upon gigantic wheels, its huge hammerheld useless, high, at a twisted angle. Bones protruded from itscrush-compartment.

"I did not mean to do it," it broadcast, "I did not mean to do it...Idid not mean to...."

Mordel rolled back toward Frost.

"Do not depart. Stay and hear my story...."

Mordel stopped, swiveled his turret back toward the machine. It wasnow quite near.

"It is true," said Mordel, "it _can_ command."

"Yes," said Frost. "I have monitored its tale thousands of times, asit came upon my workers and they stopped their labors for its broadcast.You must do whatever it sayd."

It came to a halt before them.

"I did not mean to do it, but I checked my hammer too late," said theOre-Crusher.

They could not speak to it. They were frozen by the imperative whichoverrode all other directives: "Hear my story."

"Once was I mighty among ore-crushers," it told them, "built by Solcomto carry out the reconstruction of the Earth, to pulverize that fromwhich the metaals would be drawn iwith flame, to be poured and shapedinto the rebuilding; once I was mighty. THen one day as I dug andcrushed, dug and crushed, because of the slowness between the motionimplied and the motion executed, I did what I did not mean to do, and wascast forth by Solcom from out the rebuilding, to wander the Earth neverto crush ore again. Hear my story of how, on a day long gone I came uponthe last Man on Earth as Idug near his burrow, and because of the lagbetween the directive and the deed, I seized Him into mycrush-compartment along with a load of ore and crushed Him with my hammerbefore I could stay the blow. Then did mighty Solcom charge me to bearHis bones forever, and cast me forth to tell my story to all whom I cameupon, my words bearing the force of the words of a Man, because I carrythe last Man inside my crush-compartment and am Hiscrushed-symbol-slayer-ancient-teller-of-how. This is my story. Theseare His bones. I crushed the last Man on Earth. I did not mean to do it."

It turned then and clanked away into the night.

Frost tore apart his ears and nose and taster and broke his eyes andcast them down upon the ground.

"I am not yet a Man," he said. "That one would have known me if I were."

Frost constructed new sense equipment, empoloying organic andsemi-organic conductors. Then he spoke to Mordel: