"They're enjoying themselves, aren't they?" "Voyeur!" Well, he frankly enjoyed the swift rush of little pink bodies in and out of the groves. He was sorry when she succeeded in countering with a sterner line of thought, bred out of her deserts and thin-grassed mountains, where she was full of thought of privacy, and continence, and wonder and the stars. When he could, he made life uncomfortable for these higher-minded generations. He was never slow to create sybaritic and sensual surroundings to knock them off their mental perches. In one group of islands--which she could not reach because his pines starved out her seeds before they had a chance to establish--he had a series of permanent statues erected to himself by the humanoids, and he had frank and open worship. He considered it very proper. He maintained a cool and bracing temperature in the trees around the sandy shores. He had passed through four or five hundred generations of giant redwoods before the little humanoids established themselves in the cities across the planet. Many of their activities were too fast for him to perceive, but he could contemplate their cities. These were temporary structures, on the scale of the thrusting growth he felt in one of his redwoods. Still, to these dizzy little humanoids no doubt the cities lasted long enough. It was rare now for him to pick up a humanoid thought. Unlike their first models, the present generations thought at the high speed which characterized their entire life. A blurred flicker of an impression to him was apparently the whole life's output of one of her contemplatives sitting in a cave, until he fell to pieces and was whizzed away. The pink varieties no longer worshipped him, save fitfully, but he still had a pleasant range of warmer-colored humanoids whom he could tempt into an orgy. This kept him deep in the forests on the central belt of the planet. * * * * * She signaled to him from across the main ocean. He transferred his consciousness to join her on the edge of one of her wide prairies. "I think we've done very well," she said. "Surely you didn't call me all the way here just to say that." "Yes. It really is Earthlike, isn't it? I felt it was about time you congratulated me." He thought back. "I don't remember, now," he said. "But it seems to be roughly similar." "Roughly! After all this time, you dare to suggest I have only achieved a rough similarity? I was a trained sociologist, kindly remember. It is _exactly_ like Earth." He looked patiently up at the satellite and the stars. She was detailing the achievement interminably. "It's very difficult to tell," he said, interrupting her. "Our time scale is quite different from what it was on Earth. These humanoids of ours breed and die like ephemerids." She rustled impatiently. "If you took trouble to examine the species from their time scale, you would find it is precisely the same as Earth time to them."