"Human? It's a lot more than that. It can outthink and outperform even those pure intellectuals--'and that,' as the poet feelingly remarked, 'is going some'! And if you think that riding in that fifth-order projector was a thrill, wait until you see what this one can do. Think of it"--even the mind that had conceived the thing was awed--"it is an extension of my own brain, using waves that traverse even intergalactic distances practically instantaneously. With it I can see anything I want to look at, anywhere; can hear anything I want to hear. It can build, make, do, or perform anything that my brain can think of." "That is all true, of course," Crane said slowly, his sober mien dampening Dorothy's ardor instantly, "but still--I can not help wondering--" He gazed at Seaton thoughtfully. "I know it, Mart, and I'm working up my speed as fast as I possibly can," Seaton answered the unspoken thought, rather than the words. "But let them come--we'll take 'em. I'll have everything on the trips, ready to spring." "What _are_ you two talking about?" Dorothy demanded. "Mart pointed out to me the regrettable fact that my mental processes are in the same class as the proverbial molasses in January, or as a troop of old and decrepit snails racing across a lawn. I agreed with him, but added that I would have my thoughts all thunk up ahead of time when the pure intellectuals tackle us--which they certainly will." "_Slow!_" she exclaimed. "When you planned the whole _Skylark of Valeron_ and nobody knows what else, in five hours?" "Yes, dear, _slow_. Remember when we first met our dear departed friend Eight, back in the original _Skylark_? You saw him materialize exact duplicates of each of our bodies, clear down to the molecular structures of our chemistry, in less than one second, from a cold, standing start. Compared to that job, the one I have just done is elementary. It took me over five hours--he could have done it in nothing flat. "However, don't let it bother you too much. I'll never be able to equal their speed, since I'll not live enough millions of years to get the required practice, but our being material gave us big advantages in other respects that Mart isn't mentioning because, as usual, he is primarily concerned with our weaknesses--yes? No?" "Yes; I will concede that being material does yield advantages which may perhaps make up for our slower rate of thinking," Crane at last conceded. "Hear that? If he admits that much, you know that we're as good as in, right now," Seaton declared. "Well, while our new brain is finishing itself up, we might as well go back to the hall and chase the Chlorans back where they belong--the Brain worked out the equations for me this morning." * * * * *