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blinked. There was a tinkle of falling ice. Odd things were happening in his skull.
Thoughts that normally ambulated sluggishly around his brain were suddenly springing into vibrant, coruscat-ing life. And there seemed to be more and more of them.
'My goodness,' he said, to no-one in particular.
This was a sufficiently un-dissipation. Daytime temperature too hot, processing speed slows down, weather gets hotter, brain stops completely, trolls turn to stone until nightfall, ie, colder-temperature,however,lowertemperatureenough,brain operatesfasterand—'
'I think I'm going to freeze to death soon,' said Cuddy.
Detritus looked around.
'There are small glazed apertures up there,' he said.troll-like comment that even Cuddy, whose extremities were already going numb, stared at him.'I do believe,' said Detritus, 'that I am genuinely cogitating. How very interesting!''What do you mean?'More ice cascaded off Detritus as he rubbed his head.'Of course!' he said, holding up a giant finger. 'Superconductivity!''Wha'?''You see? Brain of impure silicon. Problem of heat
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