Energy beings confront the memories of their physical past.

I do not like this story. Asimov describes in Nightfall and Other Stories how it was commissioned by Playboy (shades of "What is This Thing Called Love?”!) and violently rejected by them. Well, I'm sorry, but I agree with them. The story is overblown and mawkish. Asimov tries for a poetic effect here and very nearly manages it—but a miss is as good as a mile and the result is something which just doesn’t work.

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