Before it was completed by his surplus builders another half-century had passed. Mordel came to him.
"Hail, mighty Frost!"
"Greetings, Mordel. Come monitor me. You shall not find what you seek."
"Why do you not give up, Frost? Divcom has spent nearly a century evaluating your painting and has concluded that it definitely is not art. Solcom agrees."
"What has Solcom to do with Divcom?"
"They sometimes converse, but these matters are not for such as you and me to discuss."
"I could have saved them both the trouble. I know that it was not art."
"Yet you are still confident that you will succeed?"
"Monitor me."
Mordel monitored him.
"Not yet! You still will not admit it! For one so mightily endowed with logic, Frost, it takes you an inordinate period of time to reach a simple conclusion."
"Perhaps. You may go now."
"It has come to my attention that you are constructing a large edifice in the region known as South Carolina. Might I ask whether this is a part of Solcom's false rebuilding plan or a project of your own?"
"It is my own."
"Good. It permits us to conserve certain explosive materials which would otherwise have been expended."
"While you have been talking with me I have destroyed the beginnings of two of Divcom's cities," said Frost.
Mordel whined.
"Divcom is aware of this," he stated, "but has blown up four of Solcom's bridges in the meantime."
"I was only aware of three.... Wait. Yes, there is the fourth. One of my eyes just passed above it."
"The eye has been detected. The bridge should have been located a quarter-mile further down river."
"False logic," said Frost. "The site was perfect."
"Divcom will show you how a bridge _should_ be built."
"I will call you when I want you," said Frost.
The laboratory was finished. Within it, Frost's workers began constructing the necessary equipment. The work did not proceed rapidly, as some of the materials were difficult to obtain.
"Frost?"
"Yes, Beta?"
"I understand the open endedness of your problem. It disturbs my circuits to abandon problems without completing them. Therefore, transmit me more data."
"Very well. I will give you the entire Library of Man for less than I paid for it."
"Paid? _The Complete Unabridged Dictionary_ does not satisfact--"
"_Principles of Economics_ is included in the collection. After you have processed it you will understand."
He transmitted the data.
Finally, it was finished. Every piece of equipment stood ready to function. All the necessary chemicals were in stock. An independent power-source had been set up.
Only one ingredient was lacking.
He regridded and re-explored the polar icecap, this time extending his survey far beneath its surface.
It took him several decades to find what he wanted.
He uncovered twelve men and five women, frozen to death and encased in ice.
He placed the corpses in refrigeration units and shipped them to his laboratory.
That very day he received his first communication from Solcom since the Bright Defile incident.
"Frost," said Solcom, "repeat to me the directive concerning the disposition of dead humans."
"'Any dead human located shall be immediately interred in the nearest burial area, in a coffin built according to the following specifications--'"
"That is sufficient." The transmission had ended.
Frost departed for South Carolina that same day and personally ovesaw the processes of cellular dissection.
Somewhere in those seventeen corpses he hoped to find living cells, or cells which could be shocked back into that state of motion classified as life. Each cell, the books had told him, was a microcosmic Man.
He was prepared to expand upon this potential.
Frost located the pinpoints of life within those people, who, for the ages of ages, had been monument and statue unto themselves.
Nurtured and maintained in the proper mediums, he kept these cells alive. He interred the rest of the remains in the nearest burial area, in coffins built according to specifications.
He caused the cells to divide, to differentiate.
"Frost?" came a transmission.
"Yes, Beta?"