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dust sprinkled out.

"It's always the same." Bandolph tapped a machine that rose up next to him and reached the ceiling. It
appeared to be in about the same condition as the tiny object. "When we open up the large ones, we get
the same results."

"Chain fire," Kantor murmured, lost in thought. "Come on, this way."

They went from one team to another and listened to reports on the results to date of the investigation.
Except for dust and wreckage, there was nothing in the Temple. Even the machines in the areas
untouched by Schimbaa were internally pulverized.

Kantor's term "chain fire" made the rounds and reduced all the results to a common denominator.
Something must have destroyed the machines from within so they wouldn't fall into alien hands.

The scientists were working their way through an apparently random mixture of miniaturized
technology and machine parts that looked as though they had been enlarged to the point of unusability. A
unified picture could not be formed. Many objects were so large that only a giant like Schimbaa could
have used them. Others could be measured in the tenth of a millimetre range and smaller. Not one piece
or machine fit human hands.

Almost all elements within the Temple of Kummerog were movable to some limited extent. They
could be pushed a few centimetres, but no more. Corridors and shafts ran horizontally and vertically
through the structure without any discernible system. The rooms large and small seemed to have no
coherent overall arrangement.

The specialists interpreted the lack of any common construction characteristics as evidence that either
different races had worked on bringing the Temple of Kummerog into being, or an extremely flexible,
highly advanced mind had been behind it, for which size relationships were of no importance.

There was one thing that the drillhead-like structure most definitely was not, and Myles Kantor made
it emphatically clear to everyone.

"Forget the Ayindi," he said. "Whatever else it might be, it's not an Ayindi archive."

"But what is it, then?"

Ose Bandolph was not the only one who asked that question. It was on the mind of everyone on
Trokan, on Terra, and in the entire Solar System. The people on the Gilgamesh were probably also
wondering - unless they already knew the answer.

Kantor pursed his lips. "I don't know. We don't have Nathan's analysis yet. Something completely
alien must have produced the Time Lapse field. If we could find the reason for it, we could probably
come to some kind of conclusion about whoever caused it. But that might take a thousand years."

The ground began to tremble. A slight jolt ran through the Temple. From outside came the report that
it was either an aftershock from the last quake or a precursor of the next.

The Lunar Syntronic called two hours later with the answer. The content of the message pulled all the
speculators onto the shaky ground of facts.