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'Well, I got his meaning, for a wonder! I said, 'No breathe!' and demonstrated the word. Tweel was
ecstatic; he said, 'Yes, yes, yes! No, no, no breet!' Then he gave a leap and sailed out to land on his nose
about one pace from the monster!
'I was startled, you can imagine! The arm was going up for a brick, and I expected to see Tweel
caught and mangled, but - nothing happened! Tweel pounded on the creature, and the arm took the brick
and placed it neatly beside the first. Tweel rapped on its body again, and said 'rock,' and I got up nerve
enough to take a look myself.
'Tweel was right again. The creature was rock, and it didn't breathe!'
'How you know?' snapped Leroy, his black eyes blazing interest.
'Because I'm a chemist. The beast was made of silica! There must have been pure silicon in the sand,
and it lived on that. Get it? We, and Tweel, and those plants out there, and even the biopods are carbon
life; this thing lived by a different set of chemical reactions. It was silicon life!'
'La vie silicieuse!' shouted Leroy. 'I have suspect, and now it is proof! I must go see!'
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'All right! All right!' said Jarvis. 'You can go see. Anyhow, there the thing was, alive and yet not alive,
moving every ten minutes, and then only to remove a brick. Those bricks were its waste matter. See,
Frenchy? We're carbon, and our waste is carbon dioxide, and this thing is silicon and its waste is silicon
dioxide-silica. But silica is a solid, hence the bricks. And it builds itself in, and when it is covered, it
moves over to a fresh place to start over. No wonder it creaked! A living creature a half a million years
old!'
'How you know how old?' Leroy was frantic.
'We trailed its pyramids from the beginning, didn't we? If this weren't the original pyramid builder, the
series would have ended somewhere before we found him, wouldn't it? - ended and started over with the
small ones. That's simple enough, isn't it?
'But he reproduces, or tries to. Before the third brick came out, there was a little rustle and out
popped a whole stream of those little crystal balls. They're his spores, or seeds - call 'em what you want.
They went bouncing by across Xanthus just as they'd bounced by us back in the Mare Chronium. I've a
hunch how they work, too - this is for your information, Leroy. I think the crystal shell of silica is no more
than protective covering, like an eggshell, and that the active principle is the smell inside. It's some sort of
gas that attacks silicon, and if the shell is broken near a supply of that element, some reaction starts that
ultimately develops into a beast like that one.'
'You should try!' exclaimed the little Frenchman. 'We must break one to see!'
'Yeah? Well, I did. I smashed a couple against the sand. Would you like to come back in about ten
thousand years to see if I planted some pyramid monsters? You'd most likely be able to tell by that time!'
Jarvis paused and drew a deep breath. 'Lord! That queer creature Do you picture it? Blind, deaf,
nerveless, brainless - just a mechanism, and yet - immortal Bound to go on making bricks, building
pyramids, as long as silicon and oxygen exist, and even afterwards it'll just stop. It won't be dead. If the
accidents of a million years bring it its food again, there it'll be, ready to run again, while brains and
civilizations are part of the past. A queer beast - yet I met a stranger one!'
'If you did, it must have been in your dreams!' growled Harrison.
'You're right!' said Jarvis soberly. 'In a way, you're right. The dream-beast! That's the best name for
it - and it's the most fiendish, terrifying creation one could imagine! More dangerous than a lion, more
insidious than a snake!'
'Tell me!' begged Leroy. 'I must go see!'
'Not this devil!' He paused again. 'Well,' he resumed, 'Tweel and I left the pyramid creature and
plowed along through Xanthus. I was tired and a little disheartened by Putz's failure to pick me up, and
Tweel's trilling got on my nerves, as did his flying nosedives. So I just strode along without a word, hour
after hour across that monotonous desert.
'Toward mid-afternoon we came in sight of a low dark line on the horizon. I knew what it was. It
was a canal; I'd crossed it in the rocket and it meant that we were just one-third of the way across