"Keep still a minute, Dickie, and let me finish. _Skylark Two_ was pretty bad, but I stood it; and by gritting my teeth all out of shape I did manage to keep from squawking about _Skylark Three_, but I certainly am not going to stand for _Skylark Four_. Why, just think of giving a name like that to such a wonderful thing as she is going to be--as different as can be from anything that has ever been dreamed of before--just as though she were going to be simply one more of a long series of cup-challenging motor boats or something! Why, it's--it's just too perfectly idiotic for words!" "But she's _got_ to be some kind of a _Skylark_, Dot--you know that." "Yes, but give her a name that means something--that sounds like something. Name her after this planet, say--_Skylark of Valeron_--how's that?" "O.K. by me. How about it, Peg? Mart?" The Cranes agreed to the suggestion with enthusiasm and Seaton went on: "Well, an onion by any other name would smell as sweet, you know, and it's going to be just as much of a job to build the _Skylark of Valeron_ as it would have been to build _Skylark Four_. Therefore, as I have said before and am about to say again, we'd better get at it." The fifth-order projector was moved to the edge of the city, since nowhere within its limits was there room for the structure to be built, and the two men seated themselves at its twin consoles and their hands flew over its massed banks of keyboards. For a few minutes nothing happened; then on the vast, level plain before them--a plain which had been a lake of fluid lava a few weeks before--there sprang into being an immense foundation-structure of trussed and latticed girder frames of inoson, the hardest, strongest, and toughest form of matter possible to molecular structure. One square mile of ground it covered and it was strong enough, apparently, to support a world. * * * * * When the foundation was finished, Seaton left the framework to Crane, while he devoted himself to filling the interstices and compartments as fast as they were formed. He first built one tiny structure of coils, fields, and lenses of force--one cell of the gigantic mechanical brain which was to be. He then made others, slightly different in tune, and others, and others. He then set forces to duplicating these cells, forces which automatically increased in number until they were making and setting five hundred thousand cells per second, all that his connecting forces could handle. And everywhere, it seemed, there were projectors, fields of force, receptors and converters of cosmic energy, zones of force, and many various shaped lenses and geometric figures of neutronium incased in sheaths of faidon.