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worked patiently on
toward a goal that he knew would ultimately be his.
Then one day, as the great red sun glowed like an immense red eye
overhead, Kiron stepped back to admire his handiwork. In that instant
the entire wondrous city seemed to breathe a silent prayer as he stood
transfixed by the sight before him. Then it went on as usual, hurrying
noiselessly about its business. The surface cars, empty though they
were, fled swiftly about supported only by the rings of magnetic force
that held them to their designated paths. The gravoships raised from the
tower-dromes to speed silently into the eye of the red sun that was
dying.
"No one now," Kiron thought to himself as he studied his handiwork.
Then he walked unhurriedly to the cabinet in the laboratory corner and
took from it a pair of earphones resembling those of a long forgotten
radio set. Just as unhurriedly, though his mind was filled with turmoil
and his being with excitement, he walked back and connected the
earphones to the box upon his bench. The phones dangled into the
liquid bath before him as he adjusted them to suit his requirements.
Slowly he checked over every step of his experiments before he went
farther. Then, as he proved them for the last time, his hand went slowly
to the small knife switch upon the box at his elbow. Next he threw into
connection the larger switch upon his laboratory wall bringing into his
laboratory the broadcast power of the crysolite city.
The laboratory generators hummed softly, drowning out the quiet hum
of the city outside. As they built up, sending tiny living electrical
impulses over the wires like minute currents that come from the brain,
Kiron sat breathless; his eyes intent.
Closer to his work he bent, watching lovingly, fearful least all might

not be quite right. Then his eyes took on a brighter light as he began to
see the reaction. He knew the messages that he had sent out were being
received and coordinated into a unit that would stir and grow into
intellect.
Suddenly the machine flashed its little warning red light and
automatically snapped off. Kiron twisted quickly in his seat and threw
home the final switch. This, he knew, was the ultimate test. On the
results of the flood of energy impulses that he had set in motion rested
the fulfillment of his success--or failure.
He watched with slight misgivings. This had never been accomplished
before. How could it possibly be a success now? Even The Masters had
never quite succeeded at this final test, how could he, only a servant?
Yet it must work for he had no desire in life but to make it work.
Then, suddenly, he was on his feet, eyes wide. From the two long,
coffin-like liquid baths, there arose two perfect specimens of the Homo
sapiens. Man and woman, they were, and they blinked their eyes in the
light of the noonday sun, raised themselves dripping from the baths of
their creation and stepped to the floor before Kiron.
The man spoke, the woman remained silent.
"I am Adam Two," he said. "Created, by you Kiron from a formula
they left, in their image. I was created to be a Master and she whom
you also have created is to be my wife. We shall mate and the race of
Man shall be reborn through us and others whom I shall help you
create."
The Man halted at the last declaration he intoned and walked smilingly
toward the woman who stepped into his open arms returning his smile.
Kiron smiled too within his pumping heart. The words the Man had
intoned had been placed in his still pregnable mind by the tele-teach
phones and record that the last Master had prepared before death had
halted his experiments. The actions of the Man toward the Woman,
Kiron knew, was caused by the natural constituents that went to form

his chemical body and govern his humanness.
He, Kiron, had created a living man and woman. The Masters lived
again because of him. They would sing and play and again people the
magnificent crysolite city because he loved them and had kept on until
success had been his. But then why not such a turnabout? Hadn't they,
The Masters, created him a superb, thinking robot?

Transcriber's Note:
This etext was produced from Comet July 1941. Extensive research did
not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication
was renewed. Minor spelling and typographical errors have been
corrected without note.

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