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How To Save Thousands On A New Car 31 May 2007 at 6:11 pm by BigDaddy

From: ryanshamus.com

First of all, I want to say that I am pleased to be able to write this article on some insider tips and tricks to use when buying a new (or used) car. This article will contain information that over the course of your lifetime, could very possibly save you tens of thousands of dollars! I’m not kidding here. Most people walk in to a car dealership and get punked. Not anymore.
Guess what happens when an ex-car salesman gets disgruntled? *wink*

In this article I will list 10 ways to save you money and beat the dealership every time you buy a car. Again, just from reading (and printing) this material and using the simple tips and strategies I recommend, I will even go as far as guaranteeing savings of hundreds, if not thousands of dollars on a single car purchase.

So if you’re wondering…yes, I’m a former car salesman puke. I ripped people off for a living. I didn’t do it very long for that reason alone. I couldn’t stand putting people in cars they couldn’t afford, just to get a little extra money on the commission check at the end of the month. It wasn’t worth it to me. Keep in mind, car salesman are there to earn a paycheck, I understand this. But most of them go to far, and will take advantage of you the moment they catch you off guard.

One of the first things a salesman is taught is how to take control of a conversation from the start. That explains why you can hardly ever get a word in when talking to one of these sales “machines”. As long as they control you and the conversation, then they also control your checkbook. One of the key things I will focus on is knowledge! Know what you want to buy before you walk in. This is very, very important. If you walk in to a dealership showroom and have no idea what you want, the joke is on you, because you’re going to get royally screwed, EVERY TIME. We used to love the unsuspecting, wondering shoppers because we would end up putting them in a “bonus car”. (Certain cars each month are listed as bonus cars, meaning the salesman gets a bonus if they sell it, often a very large bonus) Most often bonus cars are ones that have been on the lot forever, and are hard to sell. Anytime a salesman calls a car a “program car”, or “Managers demo”, it is usually a lie, but you the customer believe it every time! I used to laugh at the special terms they would coin for these hunks of junk that otherwise couldn’t be sold.

Okay let’s get to the good stuff. I will list each tactic/strategy and describe in detail if necessary.

1. Research, research, research. This is the most important step of the whole system. Without reasearch on the vehicle, you’re done. You will lose. You see, car salesmen are more scared these days because there are more internet savvy customers than ever before. Every piece of information on the vehicle you want is available on the internet. Even the invoice prices! PICK OUT THE VEHICLE YOU WANT, AND RESEARCH THE HELL OUT OF IT! This will work to your advantage in several ways during the sales process. Get every piece of relavent pricing information on the vehicle and print it out, stick it in a folder and be prepared to bring it with you to the dealership. When you walk in and show the salesman this, you will score points from the get-go, and you are already ahead of the game. The salesmans level of confidence will drop instantly (trust me, I know this feeling!). Find the invoice price on the vehicle at a website like Edmunds.com Bring this invoice with you to the dealership. This alone will save you a mountain of money! You already know the price, so this will cut down on the BS level of the salesmans pricing game.

2. Confidence. Walk inside that dealership showroom like you designed the car and own the dealership. These kind of people used to piss me off because I knew right away that I wasn’t going to “knock them in the ditch” moneywise. An educated buyer is the worst case scenario for salesmen. Bring some attitude to the table. This alone will also lower the salesmans confidence level right away, and combined with step #1, you are miles ahead of him. This goes from him selling you the car, to you selling him the deal. And this my friend, will put you on the right track to mega savings. Be sure you’ve done the research and know everything about the vehicle you’re going to buy…most likely you will know 10 times more than the salesman, and you’ll catch him/her stuttering to answer your questions.

3. Coupons. This is another good piece of paper to bring in to the dealership. Most of these car dealers always have some kind of promotion going on, and you can usually find out about it on their websites. Most of these dealer websites will have a coupon that you can print out and get a few hundred bucks off the price. Take this coupon in, as it could very well knock the price below invoice by a few hundred dollars. It might not save you thousands, but a couple hundred dollars is a car payment. Bring in every coupon you can find that is valid at the dealership you choose. You can often find free oil changes and car wash coupons on their website as well. Bring them all in and demand that you get credit for them.

4. Time of the month. This really should be #1 on the list. I can’t stress to you the importance of “timing” when it comes to purchasing a new vehicle. You see, everyone in the car business works on quotas. All the way from the brand level down to the salesman level. In order to take advantage of all of these levels, you need to time your purchase just right. The absolute best time of the month to buy your car is on the last, and I mean dead last day of the month. No matter what month it is, the last day of the month will be a very simple way to save crap tons of cash. Let me explain….most dealerships pay their sales force a percentage of what they make (over cost) on each car. Here’s the kicker…the commission percentage you get paid as a salesman rises significantly per number of cars you sell per month. For example, if you sell 5 cars = 18%, 10 cars = 24% 20 cars = 30%…etc. So as you can see, the salesmen stand to make much, much more when they hit these different levels, and you can take full advantage of this by strolling in to the dealership lot on the last day of the month, because the whole sales force (including the managers) will be scrambling to meet quotas, and will often suffer losses in profit on the car just to get that next sale. (Dealerships get kickbacks from the makers at the end of the quarter for each unit sold, so they make up for some of the losses with this, among other things) Now if you absolutley don’t have the option to shop on the last day of the month, then my second choice would be the beginning of the next month, as the salesmen want to boost their numbers early on, so they can get a head start on any contests or car specific incentives they are entitled to. What am I talking about? Read on…

5. Negotiate extras. Here is something that a lot of people don’t know. Each month, there are sales contests held to boost the sales of a particular line or model of vehicle. For instance, last year at this time, for each Nissan Quest minivan I sold, Nissan sent me a check for $250 as a “bonus perk”. So if a customer didn’t know what they wanted…guess what I put them in? Yes, a Nissan Quest…why not? That’s extra cash, and I was so, so greedy at the time. Not only will an actual maker hold these contests, but so will the dealership. In order to get everyone geared up and motivated, the Sales Manager will often announce that for each car sold that day, he will fill up the gas tank of the salesman, or give them a gift certificate to Best Buy (or something similar). Here is where you can save a little more money. Talk to your salesman, and tell him that the only way you will buy this vehicle is if he tells you what kind of bonus perk he is getting from it. When he tells you, then proceed to tell him that if he splits his kickback, you will buy the car (assuming you’re planning on buying the car anyway). I guarantee that if you make it sound like a dealmaker or dealbreaker, he will split all the bonuses he gets, if not give you the whole thing! I’ve done this with a few customers in the past, and even if it was an extra $50, it would often save the deal on my end. You’d be highly surprised at all the extras you can squeeze out of a salesman if you stress that it will make or break a deal. (Cargo nets, paint chip touch up, car washes, oil changes, keychains, money, gift cards, etc..)

6. Know your credit score. Another important aspect of the sale is to know your financial situation through and through before you start having them pull numbers. Spend the $20 bucks the day before and find out your credit score. This way, you know what to expect finance wise. A lot of dealerships will try to screw you on finance rates, and they do this because they assume you don’t know your credit worthiness. Study your credit report, and find out what you qualify for. Knowing this will save you money in the long run, as well as help you guage how much money you will need to put down. Don’t walk in and expect them to tell you your credit info, as they have very tricky ways of telling you anything that involves your finances. They will turn it around on you right away, and make you feel vulnerable. With a credit report in hand, you can prevent this from happening. Trust me on this one.

7. Test drive. When a salesman has been on the job for a while, they think they can judge customers and “feel them out”. Because of this, they won’t always offer or go on the test drive with you. Here is a crucial step that will put you in control. Demand a test drive, and demand that they ride with you! If you have to go this far, then your salesman sucks, as most good salesmen will offer to go on the test drive every time. Anyhow, once you are on the test drive, start hammering them with questions. Be relentless, don’t give them a chance to take control. Then ask for an extended test drive. Once you do this, they will be tired and ready to get back to the dealership. At this point, combined with the above steps, you are in total control, and you will basically tell them what price you want to buy the vehicle at. You are almost a winner!

8. The deal. Now of course, if you followed this guide at all then you wouldn’t be at the dealership unless you are ready to buy. Obviously, don’t let the salesman know this. Appear to be ready to buy, but don’t lay the money on the table just yet. You see, the salesman has a two part job here. When you sit down at his desk and start to talk numbers the salesman will be thinking about a few things. Not only does he have to sell you on the price, he also has to sell his Sales Manager on the price! This is 100% true. Remember the last time you bought a new car, and the salesman went back and forth 10 times to the sales desk? This was most likely because his sales manager was giving him a hard time on the price he is trying to sell the car at.

Here is where it all comes together. Pull out your folder with the invoice price on the vehicle, and any other competing dealerships prices, coupons, and anything else relavent to the sale and slap it down on the desk. Tell the salesman that you are willing to pay x amount of dollars for the vehicle, and that if he has to make more than two trips back and forth to the sales manager, that you will part as friends and you’ll head down the street to the next dealership. If you followed the guide and went to the dealership on the last day of the month, I guarantee they will nearly give the car away to you. All they care about at this point is getting the sale. They know you’re serious, and they know you’ll walk if they jack around for too long. Make sure you tell them that you’re not there to play games, you’re there to buy a car, case closed.

9. Finance office. If you got this far, the congratulations on the deal! You probably saved yourself several thousand dollars (cough, cough, thanks to me) and you are ready to sign the papers. This is a quick reminder that in the finance office, where the loan papers are signed, is where they will usually try to hit you with extended and dealer warranties. Be very careful with these, as you could easily find your car payment of $300/month skyrocket another 20-50 dollars. Read the fine print VERY carefully, and make them explain each warranty package to you in FULL detail. See, this is the last place in the dealership that they can screw you. If you make it out of here, then you are golden, and you’ve won the day! Remember, get details, and have any agreements well documented and signed off on by a manager. This will be important for any issues that may arise in the future.

10. After the deal. Again, congratulations on your new vehicle! You successfully turned the tables on them, and are about to roll out in a shiny, new car. You made it out of the finance office with your ass still attached, and you are ready to get the hell out of dodge! (No pun intended) Before you leave, here are a few things you need to do.

A. Ask for a tour of the service department, and shake hands with one of the service managers. He might remember you when it’s time for a tune-up, and this can only be helpful.

B. Make sure the tank is full. Most salesman will take care of this because a gas ticket is issued for each new car if it needs gas. Some salesman steal these from the customer if they can, and will use them for personal use. Make sure your tank is full, or that you get a gas card/voucher.

C. Make sure there are no scratches/dents on the car before you leave the lot. If you don’t discover them for a few days and you try to bring it back and demand they get fixed, they don’t have to because you can’t prove that it didn’t happen on a parking lot or the street somewhere. Do a thorough inspection of the body AND the interior before you leave. This is very important.

D. Make sure you have any agreements that the salesman made with you ON PAPER. This might include the free window tinting that you got (yes you can request that!) or maybe even new tires or wheels. This will also include any agreements you made in step 5. A simple printed, dated and signed document will hold up well in court if it ever comes to that.

There you have it! You can now go out and successfully save a serious amount of money on that new car or truck you’ve been drooling over. Again, as a former salesman, I am telling you everything you need to know to do this. If I were still in the industry, I would get fired for telling people information like this. But I don’t care. I couldn’t stand seeing people get taken advantage of several times a day. I’m a good person, and so are most other people. You buying the car alone will keep them in business, why not save some money and get some “extras” in the process?

Now go make that deal! (Just don’t tell them who sent ya!)

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+ The Last Question By Isaac Asimov By BigDaddy 23 May 2007 at 7:53 pm and have No Comments

The Last Question
By Isaac Asimov

Isaac Asimov was the most prolific science fiction author of all time. In fifty years he averaged a new magazine article, short story, or book every two weeks, and most of that on a manual typewriter. Asimov thought that The Last Question, first copyrighted in 1956, was his best short story ever. Even if you do not have the background in science to be familiar with all of the concepts presented here, the ending packs more impact than any other book that I’ve ever read. Don’t read the end of the story first!

This is by far my favorite story of all those I have written.

After all, I undertook to tell several trillion years of human history in the space of a short story and I leave it to you as to how well I succeeded. I also undertook another task, but I won’t tell you what that was lest l spoil the story for you.

It is a curious fact that innumerable readers have asked me if I wrote this story. They seem never to remember the title of the story or (for sure) the author, except for the vague thought it might be me. But, of course, they never forget the story itself especially the ending. The idea seems to drown out everything — and I’m satisfied that it should.

The last question was asked for the first time, half in jest, on May 21, 2061, at a time when humanity first stepped into the light. The question came about as a result of a five-dollar bet over highballs, and it happened this way:

Alexander Adell and Bertram Lupov were two of the faithful attendants of Multivac. As well as any human beings could, they knew what lay behind the cold, clicking, flashing face — miles and miles of face — of that giant computer. They had at least a vague notion of the general plan of relays and circuits that had long since grown past the point where any single human could possibly have a firm grasp of the whole.

Multivac was self-adjusting and self-correcting. It had to be, for nothing human could adjust and correct it quickly enough or even adequately enough. So Adell and Lupov attended the monstrous giant only lightly and superficially, yet as well as any men could. They fed it data, adjusted questions to its needs and translated the answers that were issued. Certainly they, and all others like them, were fully entitled to share in the glory that was Multivac’s.

For decades, Multivac had helped design the ships and plot the trajectories that enabled man to reach the Moon, Mars, and Venus, but past that, Earth’s poor resources could not support the ships. Too much energy was needed for the long trips. Earth exploited its coal and uranium with increasing efficiency, but there was only so much of both.

But slowly Multivac learned enough to answer deeper questions more fundamentally, and on May 14, 2061, what had been theory, became fact.

The energy of the sun was stored, converted, and utilized directly on a planet-wide scale. All Earth turned off its burning coal, its fissioning uranium, and flipped the switch that connected all of it to a small station, one mile in diameter, circling the Earth at half the distance of the Moon. All Earth ran by invisible beams of sunpower.

Seven days had not sufficed to dim the glory of it and Adell and Lupov finally managed to escape from the public functions, and to meet in quiet where no one would think of looking for them, in the deserted underground chambers, where portions of the mighty buried body of Multivac showed. Unattended, idling, sorting data with contented lazy clickings, Multivac, too, had earned its vacation and the boys appreciated that. They had no intention, originally, of disturbing it.

They had brought a bottle with them, and their only concern at the moment was to relax in the company of each other and the bottle.

“It’s amazing when you think of it,” said Adell. His broad face had lines of weariness in it, and he stirred his drink slowly with a glass rod, watching the cubes of ice slur clumsily about. “All the energy we can possibly ever use for free. Enough energy, if we wanted to draw on it, to melt all Earth into a big drop of impure liquid iron, and still never miss the energy so used. All the energy we could ever use, forever and forever and forever.”

Lupov cocked his head sideways. He had a trick of doing that when he wanted to be contrary, and he wanted to be contrary now, partly because he had had to carry the ice and glassware. “Not forever,” he said.

“Oh, hell, just about forever. Till the sun runs down, Bert.”

“That’s not forever.”

“All right, then. Billions and billions of years. Ten billion, maybe. Are you satisfied?”

Lupov put his fingers through his thinning hair as though to reassure himself that some was still left and sipped gently at his own drink. “Ten billion years isn’t forever.”

“Well, it will last our time, won’t it?”

“So would the coal and uranium.”

“All right, but now we can hook up each individual spaceship to the Solar Station, and it can go to Pluto and back a million times without ever worrying about fuel. You can’t do that on coal and uranium. Ask Multivac, if you don’t believe me.

“I don’t have to ask Multivac. I know that.”

“Then stop running down what Multivac’s done for us,” said Adell, blazing up, “It did all right.”

“Who says it didn’t? What I say is that a sun won’t last forever. That’s all I’m saying. We’re safe for ten billion years, but then what?” Lupow pointed a slightly shaky finger at the other. “And don’t say we’ll switch to another sun.”

There was silence for a while. Adell put his glass to his lips only occasionally, and Lupov’s eyes slowly closed. They rested.

Then Lupov’s eyes snapped open. “You’re thinking we’ll switch to another sun when ours is done, aren’t you?”

“I’m not thinking.”

“Sure you are. You’re weak on logic, that’s the trouble with you. You’re like the guy in the story who was caught in a sudden shower and who ran to a grove of trees and got under one. He wasn’t worried, you see, because he figured when one tree got wet through, he would just get under another one.”

“I get it,” said Adell. “Don’t shout. When the sun is done, the other stars will be gone, too.”

“Darn right they will,” muttered Lupov. “It all had a beginning in the original cosmic explosion, whatever that was, and it’ll all have an end when all the stars run down. Some run down faster than others. Hell, the giants won’t last a hundred million years. The sun will last ten billion years and maybe the dwarfs will last two hundred billion for all the good they are. But just give us a trillion years and everything will be dark. Entropy has to increase to maximum, that’s all.”

“I know all about entropy,” said Adell, standing on his dignity.

“The hell you do.”

“I know as much as you do.”

“Then you know everything’s got to run down someday.”

“All right. Who says they won’t?”

“You did, you poor sap. You said we had all the energy we needed, forever. You said ‘forever.’

It was Adell’s turn to be contrary. “Maybe we can build things up again someday,” he said.

“Never.”

“Why not? Someday.”

“Never.”

“Ask Multivac.”

“You ask Multivac. I dare you. Five dollars says it can’t be done.”

Adell was just drunk enough to try, just sober enough to be able to phrase the necessary symbols and operations into a question which, in words, might have corresponded to this: Will mankind one day without the net expenditure of energy be able to restore the sun to its full youthfulness even after it had died of old age?

Or maybe it could be put more simply like this: How can the net amount of entropy of the universe be massively decreased?

Multivac fell dead and silent. The slow flashing of lights ceased, the distant sounds of clicking relays ended.

Then, just as the frightened technicians felt they could hold their breath no longer, there was a sudden springing to life of the teletype attached to that portion of Multivac. Five words were printed: INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR MEANINGFUL ANSWER.

“No bet,” whispered Lupov. They left hurriedly.

By next morning, the two, plagued with throbbing head and cottony mouth, had forgotten the incident.

Jerrodd, Jerrodine, and Jerrodette I and II watched the starry picture in the visiplate change as the passage through hyperspace was completed in its non-time lapse. At once, the even powdering of stars gave way to the predominance of a single bright shining disk, the size of a marble, centered on the viewing-screen.

“That’s X-23,” said Jerrodd confidently. His thin hands clamped tightly behind his back and the knuckles whitened.

The little Jerrodettes, both girls, had experienced the hyperspace passage for the first time in their lives and were self-conscious over the momentary sensation of insideoutness. They buried their giggles and chased one another wildly about their mother, screaming, “We’ve reached X-23 — we’ve reached X-23 — we’ve –”

“Quiet, children.” said Jerrodine sharply. “Are you sure, Jerrodd?”

“What is there to be but sure?” asked Jerrodd, glancing up at the bulge of featureless metal just under the ceiling. It ran the length of the room, disappearing through the wall at either end. It was as long as the ship.

Jerrodd scarcely knew a thing about the thick rod of metal except that it was called a Microvac, that one asked it questions if one wished; that if one did not it still had its task of guiding the ship to a preordered destination; of feeding on energies from the various Sub-galactic Power Stations; of computing the equations for the hyperspatial jumps.

Jerrodd and his family had only to wait and live in the comfortable residence quarters of the ship. Someone had once told Jerrodd that the “ac” at the end of “Microvac” stood for ”automatic computer” in ancient English, but he was on the edge of forgetting even that.

Jerrodine’s eyes were moist as she watched the visiplate. “I can’t help it. I feel funny about leaving Earth.”

“Why, for Pete’s sake?” demanded Jerrodd. “We had nothing there. We’ll have everything on X-23. You won’t be alone. You won’t be a pioneer. There are over a million people on the planet already. Good Lord, our great-grandchildren will be looking for new worlds because X-23 will be overcrowded.” Then, after a reflective pause, “I tell you, it’s a lucky thing the computers worked out interstellar travel the way the race is growing.”

“I know, I know,” said Jerrodine miserably.

Jerrodette I said promptly, “Our Microvac is the best Microvac in the world.”

“I think so, too,” said Jerrodd, tousling her hair.

It was a nice feeling to have a Microvac of your own and Jerrodd was glad he was part of his generation and no other. In his father’s youth, the only computers had been tremendous machines taking up a hundred square miles of land. There was only one to a planet. Planetary ACs they were called. They had been growing in size steadily for a thousand years and then, all at once, came refinement. In place of transistors, had come molecular valves so that even the largest Planetary AC could be put into a space only half the volume of a spaceship.

Jerrodd felt uplifted, as he always did when he thought that his own personal Microvac was many times more complicated than the ancient and primitive Multivac that had first tamed the Sun, and almost as complicated as Earth’s Planetarv AC (the largest) that had first solved the problem of hyperspatial travel and had made trips to the stars possible.

“So many stars, so many planets,” sighed Jerrodine, busy with her own thoughts. “I suppose families will be going out to new planets forever, the way we are now.”

“Not forever,” said Jerrodd, with a smile. “It will all stop someday, but not for billions of years. Many billions. Even the stars run down, you know. Entropy must increase.

“What’s entropy, daddy?” shrilled Jerrodette II.

“Entropy, little sweet, is just a word which means the amount of running-down of the universe. Everything runs down, you know, like your little walkie-talkie robot, remember?”

“Can’t you just put in a new power-unit, like with my robot?”

“The stars are the power-units. dear. Once they’re gone, there are no more power-units.”

Jerrodette I at once set up a howl. “Don’t let them, daddy. Don’t let the stars run down.”

“Now look what you’ve done,” whispered Jerrodine, exasperated.

“How was I to know it would frighten them?” Jerrodd whispered back,

“Ask the Microvac,” wailed Jerrodette I. “Ask him how to turn the stars on again.”

“Go ahead,” said Jerrodine. “It will quiet them down.” (Jerrodette II was beginning to cry, also.)

Jerrodd shrugged. “Now, now, honeys. I’ll ask Microvac. Don’t worry, he’ll tell us.”

He asked the Microvac, adding quickly, “Print the answer.”

Jerrodd cupped the strip or thin cellufilm and said cheerfully, “See now, the Microvac says it will take care of everything when the time comes so don’t worry.”

Jerrodine said, “And now, children, it’s time for bed. We’ll be in our new home soon.”

Jerrodd read the words on the cellufilm again before destroying it: INSUFICIENT DATA FOR MEANINGFUL ANSWER.

He shrugged and looked at the visiplate. X-23 was just ahead.

VJ-23X of Lameth stared into the black depths of the three-dimensional, small-scale map of the Galaxy and said, “Are we ridiculous, I wonder in being so concerned about the matter?”

MQ-17J of Nicron shook his head. “I think not. You know the Galaxy will be filled in five years at the present rate of expansion.”

Both seemed in their early twenties, both were tall and perfectly formed.

“Still,” said VJ-23X, “I hesitate to submit a pessimistic report to the Galactic Council.”

“I wouldn’t consider any other kind of report. Stir them up a bit. We’ve got to stir them up.”

VJ-23X sighed. “Space is infinite. A hundred billion Galaxies are there for the taking. More.”

“A hundred billion is not infinite and it’s getting less infinite all the time. Consider! Twenty thousand years ago, mankind first solved the problem of utilizing stellar energy, and a few centuries later, interstellar travel became possible. It took mankind a million years to fill one small world and then only fifteen thousand years to fill the rest of the Galaxy. Now the population doubles every ten years –

VJ-23X interrupted. “We can thank immortality for that.”

“Very well. Immortality exists and we have to take it into account. I admit it has its seamy side, this immortality. The Galactic AC has solved many problems for us, but in solving the problem of preventing old age and death, it has undone all its other solutions.”

“Yet you wouldn’t want to abandon life, I suppose.”

“Not at all,” snapped MQ-17J, softening it at once to, “Not yet. I’m by no means old enough. How old are you?”

“Two hundred twenty-three. And you?”

“I’m still under two hundred. –But to get back to my point. Population doubles every ten years. Once this GaIaxy is filled, we’ll have filled another in ten years. Another ten years and we’ll have filled two more. Another decade, four more. In a hundred years, we’ll have filled a thousand Galaxies. In a thousand years, a million Galaxies. In ten thousand years, the entire known universe. Then what?”

VJ-23X said, “As a side issue, there’s a problem of transportation. I wonder how many sunpower units it will take to move Galaxies of individuals from one Galaxy to the next.”

“A very good point. Already, mankind consumes two sunpower units per year.”

“Most of it’s wasted. After all, our own Galaxy alone pours out a thousand sunpower units a year and we only use two of those.”

“Granted, but even with a hundred per cent efficiency, we only stave off the end. Our energy requirements are going up in a geometric progression even faster than our population. We’ll run out of energy even sooner than we run out of Galaxies. A good point. A very good point.”

“We’ll just have to build new stars out of interstellar gas.”

“Or out of dissipated heat?” asked MQ-17J, sarcastically.

“There may be some way to reverse entropy. We ought to ask the Galactic AC.”

VJ-23X was not really serious, but MQ-17J pulled out his AC-contact from his pocket and placed it on the table before him.

“I’ve half a mind to,” he said. “It’s something the human race will have to face someday.”

He stared somberly at his small AC-contact. It was only two inches cubed and nothing in itself, but it was connected through hyperspace with the great Galactic AC that served all mankind. Hyperspace considered, it was an integral part of the Galactic AC.

MQ-17J paused to wonder if someday in his immortal life he would get to see the Galactic AC. It was on a little world of its own, a spider webbing of force-beams holding the matter within which surges of submesons took the place of the old clumsy molecular valves. Yet despite its sub-etheric workings, the Galactic AC was known to be a full thousand feet across.

MQ-17J asked suddenly of his AC-contact, “Can entropy ever be reversed?”

VJ-23X looked startled and said at once, “Oh, say, I didn’t really mean to have you ask that.”

“Why not?”

“We both know entropy can’t be reversed. You can’t turn smoke and ash back into a tree.”

“Do you have trees on your world?” asked MQ-17J.

The sound of the Galactic AC startled them into silence. Its voice came thin and beautiful out of the small AC-contact on the desk. It said: THERE IS INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR A MEANINGFUL ANSWER.

VJ-23X said, “See!”

The two men thereupon returned to the question of the report they were to make to the Galactic Council.

Zee Prime’s mind spanned the new Galaxy with a faint interest in the countless twists of stars that powdered it. He had never seen this one before. Would he ever see them all? So many of them, each with its load of humanity. –But a load that was almost a dead weight. More and more, the real essence of men was to be found out here, in space.

Minds, not bodies! The immortal bodies remained back on the planets, in suspension over the eons. Sometimes they roused for material activity but that was growing rarer. Few new individuals were coming into existence to join the incredibly mighty throng, but what matter? There was little room in the Universe for new individuals.

Zee Prime was roused out of his reverie upon coming across the wispy tendrils of another mind.

“I am Zee Prime,” said Zee Prime. “And you?”

“I am Dee Sub Wun. Your Galaxy?”

“We call it only the Galaxy. And you?”

“We call ours the same. All men call their Galaxy their Galaxy and nothing more. Why not?”

“True. Since all Galaxies are the same.”

“Not all Galaxies. On one particular Galaxy the race of man must have originated. That makes it different.”

Zee Prime said, “On which one?”

“I cannot say. The Universal AC would know.”

“Shall we ask him? I am suddenly curious.”

Zee Prime’s perceptions broadened until the Galaxies themselves shrank and became a new, more diffuse powdering on a much larger background. So many hundreds of billions of them, all with their immortal beings, all carrying their load of intelligences with minds that drifted freely through space. And yet one of them was unique among them all in being the original Galaxy. One of them had, in its vague and distant past, a period when it was the only Galaxy populated by man.

Zee Prime was consumed with curiosity to see this Galaxy and he called out: “Universal AC! On which Galaxy did mankind originate?”

The Universal AC heard, for on every world and throughout space, it had its receptors ready, and each receptor led through hyperspace to some unknown point where the Universal AC kept itself aloof.

Zee Prime knew of only one man whose thoughts had penetrated within sensing distance of Universal AC, and he reported only a shining globe, two feet across, difficult to see.

“But how can that be all of Universal AC?” Zee Prime had asked.

“Most of it,” had been the answer, “is in hyperspace. In what form it is there I cannot imagine.”

Nor could anyone, for the day had long since passed, Zee Prime knew, when any man had any part of the making of a Universal AC. Each Universal AC designed and constructed its successor. Each, during its existence of a million years or more accumulated the necessary data to build a better and more intricate, more capable successor in which its own store of data and individuality would be submerged.

The Universal AC interrupted Zee Prime’s wandering thoughts, not with words, but with guidance. Zee Prime’s mentality was guided into the dim sea of Galaxies and one in particular enlarged into stars.

A thought came, infinitely distant, but infinitely clear. “THIS IS THE ORIGINAL GALAXY OF MAN.”

But it was the same after all, the same as any other, and Lee Prime stifled his disappointment.

Dee Sub Wun, whose mind had accompanied the other, said suddenly, “And is one of these stars the original star of Man?”

The Universal AC said, “MAN’S ORIGINAL STAR HAS GONE NOVA. IT IS A WHITE DWARF”

“Did the men upon it die?” asked Lee Prime, startled and without thinking.

The Universal AC said, “A NEW WORLD, AS IN SUCH CASES WAS CONSTRUCTED FOR THEIR PHYSICAL BODIES IN TlME.”

“Yes, of course,” said Zee Prime, but a sense of loss overwhelmed him even so. His mind released its hold on the original Galaxy of Man, let it spring back and lose itself among the blurred pin points. He never wanted to see it again.

Dee Sub Wun said, “What is wrong?”

“The stars are dying. The original star is dead.”

“They must all die. Why not?”

“But when all energy is gone, our bodies will finally die, and you and I with them.”

“It will take billions of years.”

“I do not wish it to happen even after billions of years. Universal AC! How may stars be kept from dying?”

Dee Sub Wun said in amusement, “You’re asking how entropy might be reversed in direction.”

And the Universal AC answered: “THERE IS AS YET INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR A MEANINGFUL ANSWER.”

Zee Prime’s thoughts fled back to his own Galaxy. He gave no further thought to Dee Sub Wun, whose body might be waiting on a Galaxy a trillion light-years away, or on the star next to Zee Prime’s own. It didn’t matter.

Unhappily, Zee Prime began collecting interstellar hydrogen out of which to build a small star of his own. If the stars must someday die, at least some could yet be built.

Man considered with himself, for in a way, Man, mentally, was one. He consisted of a trillion, trillion, trillion ageless bodies, each in its place, each resting quiet and incorruptible, each cared for by perfect automatons, equally incorruptible, while the minds of all the bodies freely melted one into the other, indistinguishable.

Man said, “The Universe is dying.”

Man looked about at the dimming Galaxies. The giant stars, spendthrifts, were gone long ago, back in the dimmest of the dim far past. Almost all stars were white dwarfs, fading to the end.

New stars had been built of the dust between the stars, some by natural processes, some by Man himself, and those were going, too. White dwarfs might yet be crashed together and of the mighty forces so released, new stars built, but only one star for every thousand white dwarfs destroyed, and those would come to an end, too.

Man said, “Carefully husbanded, as directed by the Cosmic AC, the energy that is even yet left in all the Universe will last for billions of years.”

“But even so,” said Man, “eventually it will all come to an end. However it may be husbanded, however stretched out, the energy once expended is gone and cannot be restored. Entropy must increase forever to the maximum.”

Man said, “Can entropy not be reversed? Let us ask the Cosmic AC.”

The Cosmic AC surrounded them but not in space. Not a fragment of it was in space. It was in hyperspace and made of something that was neither matter nor energy. The question of its size and nature no longer had meaning in any terms that Man could comprehend.

“Cosmic AC,” said Man, “how may entropy be reversed?”

The Cosmic AC said, “THERE IS AS YET INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR A MEANINGFUL ANSWER.”

Man said, “Collect additional data.”

The Cosmic AC said, ‘I WILL DO S0. I HAVE BEEN DOING SO FOR A HUNDRED BILLION YEARS. MY PREDECESORS AND I HAVE BEEN ASKED THIS QUESTION MANY TlMES. ALL THE DATA I HAVE REMAINS INSUFFICIENT.

“Will there come a time,” said Man, ‘when data will be sufficient or is the problem insoluble in all conceivable circumstances?”

The Cosmic AC said, “NO PROBLEM IS INSOLUBLE IN ALL CONCEIVABLE CIRCUMSTANCES.”

Man said, “When will you have enough data to answer the question?”

The Cosmic AC said, “THERE IS AS YET INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR A MEANINGFUL ANSWER.”

“Will you keep working on it?” asked Man.

The Cosmic AC said, “I WILL.”

Man said, “We shall wait.”

The stars and Galaxies died and snuffed out, and space grew black after ten trillion years of running down.

One by one Man fused with AC, each physical body losing its mental identity in a manner that was somehow not a loss but a gain.

Man’s last mind paused before fusion, looking over a space that included nothing but the dregs of one last dark star and nothing besides but incredibly thin matter, agitated randomly by the tag ends of heat wearing out, asymptotically, to the absolute zero.

Man said, “AC, is this the end? Can this chaos not be reversed into the Universe once more? Can that not be done?”

AC said, “THERE IS AS YET INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR A MEANINGFUL ANSWER.”

Man’s last mind fused and only AC existed — and that in hyperspace.

Matter and energy had ended and with it space and time. Even AC existed only for the sake of the one last question that it had never answered from the time a half-drunken computer [technician] ten trillion years before had asked the question of a computer that was to AC far less than was a man to Man.

All other questions had been answered, and until this last question was answered also, AC might not release his consciousness.

All collected data had come to a final end. Nothing was left to be collected.

But all collected data had yet to be completely correlated and put together in all possible relationships.

A timeless interval was spent in doing that.

And it came to pass that AC learned how to reverse the direction of entropy.

But there was now no man to whom AC might give the answer of the last question. No matter. The answer — by demonstration — would take care of that, too.

For another timeless interval, AC thought how best to do this. Carefully, AC organized the program.

The consciousness of AC encompassed all of what had once been a Universe and brooded over what was now Chaos. Step by step, it must be done.

And AC said, “LET THERE BE LIGHT!”

And there was light –

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