"I am logic."

"...Such as a Man, I would ask Him to show you you error. For truelogic, such as mine, is superior to your faulty formulations."

"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.