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The Last Defender of Camelot Part 90

"It is too late to do that."

"I can still destroy you."

"No," said Frost, "the transmission of my matrix has already begun. If you destroy me now, you murder a Man."

There was silence.

He moved his arms and his legs. He opened his eyes.

He looked about the room.

He tried to stand, but he lacked equilibrium and co- ordination.

He opened his mouth. He made a gurgling noise.

Then he screamed.

He fell off the table.

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He began to gasp. He shut his eyes and curled him- self into a ball.

He cried.

Then a machine approached him. It was about four feet in height and five feet wide; it looked like a turret

set atop a barbell.

It spoke to him: "Are you injured?" it asked.

He wept.

"May I help you back onto your table?"

The man cried.

The machine whined.

Then, "Do not cry. I will help you," said the ma- chine. "What do you want? What are your orders?"

He opened his mouth, struggled to form the words:

"-I-fear!"

He covered his eyes then and lay there panting.

At the end of five minutes, the man lay still, as if in a

coma.

"Was that you. Frost?" asked Mordel, rushing to his

side. "Was that you in that human body?"

Frost did not reply for a long while; then, "Go away,"

he said.

The machines outside tore down a wall and entered

the Man-factory.

They drew themselves into two semicircles, paren- thesizing Frost and the Man on the floor.

Then Solcom asked the question;

"Did you succeed. Frost?"

"I failed," said Frost. "It cannot be done. It is too

much-"

"-Cannot be done!" said Divcom, on the darkband.

"He has admitted it! -Frost, you are mine! Come to me

now!"

"Wait," said Solcom, "you and I had an agreement

also. Alternate. I have not finished questioning Frost."

The dark machines kept their places.

"Too much what?" Solcom asked Frost.

"Light," said Frost. "Noise. Odors. And nothing mea- surable-jumbled data-imprecise perception-and-"

"And what?"

"I do not know what to call it. But-it cannot be

done. I have failed. Nothing matters."

"He admits it," said Divcom.

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"What were the words the Man spoke?" said Sol- com.

" 'I fear,' " said Mordel.