It was like transforming the points and intervals on a line to a domain where there had previously been only points! * * * * * Hugh Dunnam was waiting for him when he arrived in the pilot room. His iron grey hair was mussed from exasperated hair-pulling. He jabbed a finger in the direction of the automatic pilot without speaking. Ren saw that it had been cut out. The first mate was controlling the ship manually. The robot mechanism was still turning out its data sheets, however. In five minutes Ren saw that the only consistent detail was the distance of the ship from the planet. Commander Dunnam watched him silently for several minutes. Finally Ren laid down the data sheets and looked at him with a slow smile. "Well?" Dunnam asked. "It reminds me of a kid I knew quite well when I was in grade school," Ren said. "He was an incurable liar, so you could never take anything he said, but always had to figure out the truth yourself and act on it regardless of what he might claim to be the truth." "You mean the instruments have all become liars?" Hugh Dunnam asked, amazed at the idea. "No," Ren replied. "I don't think that. I think nature is the liar, in a way. I mean she is according to our standards. We'll have to outguess her, that's all." "Now you're cooking," Hugh exclaimed. "What would you suggest?" "We know this planet has gravity," Ren replied. "There's no way of knowing how much or how little. Suppose we kill our tangential speed and just fall in? The gravity will take care of that, regardless of its value or set of values." "But we'll crash!" Hugh objected. Ren took one of the report sheets and figured rapidly on its back. "Unless I'm radically wrong," he said, "our speed of impact will be every speed from zero to a thousand miles a minute. Not only that, no matter how we try to land that will be the set of values for our speed. Naturally the thousand miles a minute will smash us flat, but the zero speed will let us down easy." "And so?" Hugh asked suspiciously. "No matter how we go in," Ren smiled, "we'll smash the ship and kill everybody--and we'll land safely." "Are you crazy?" Hugh snorted. "I--I'm not quite sure," Ren said seriously. "I think that we've run across a bit of matter that works from different basics than what we are used to. You might call it a different metaphysics. That's what it really amounts to." A pain of remembrance appeared on his face. "That's why I didn't get my degree," he said softly. "I insisted that it might be possible there were no absolute rules underlying all reality, but only relative rules that might be changeable. In other words, I questioned the validity of asserting that natural law was universal. They flunked me in stability."