 Why does Loy Chuk want to bring the mummy back to life?
A scream of brakes, the splash into icy waters, a long descent into alkaline depths ... Movement was slower now, as he began to sink, trapped inside his wrecked car. The edges of that almost bottomless pool were caked with a rim of white—for the water, on which dead birds so often floated, was surcharged with alkali. Presently, when he could no longer hold his breath, bitter liquid was sucked into his lungs. Time, the Brother of Death, and the Father of Change, seemed to wait.... The icy breeze tore tiny puffs of dust from grotesque, angling drifts of soil, nearly waterless for eons. A launching catapult for the last space ships built by the gods in exodus, perhaps it was—half a million years ago. Glacial ages, war, decadence, disease, and a final scattering of those ultimate superhumans to newer worlds in other solar systems, had done that. Loy Chuk had flown his geological expedition out from the far lowlands to the east, out from the city of Kar-Rah. He could think and dream and invent, and the civilization of his kind was already far beyond that of the ancient Twentieth Century. Loy Chuk and his fellow workers were gathered, tense and gleeful, around the things their digging had exposed to the daylight. The dry mud that had encased it like an airtight coffin, had by now been chipped away by the tiny investigators; but soiled clothing still clung to it, after perhaps a million years.
 Loy Chuk wants to study the man.
 Loy Chuk wants to experiment on the man.  Loy Chuk wants to study the man.  Loy Chuk thinks, if he can find a female specimen, he can restart the human race.  Loy Chuk just wants to prove it can be done.