Foundation's Triumph

By Clarence Simmons,2014-11-04 18:44
6 views 0
Amazon.com ReviewIsaac Asimov's 1951-53 Foundation trilogy is a rough-hewn classic of far future SF, honored with a unique 1965 Hugo for Best All-Time Series. It begins with "psychohistorian" Hari Seldon mapping the best possible course for humanity's next millennium, after the fall of the doomed Galactic Empire. Late in life Asimov revisited the series and awkwardly linked it with his popular robot stories--introducing vast conspiracy theories to explain the Empire's total lack of visible robots.Asimov's estate authorized three SF notables to fill out Seldon's life in the Second Foundation Trilogy, which David Brin here wraps up after Gregory Benford's Foundation's Fear and Greg Bear's Foundation and Chaos. Chaos is the new keyword, because chaos Published by HarperTorch on 2000/05/10

    Foundation's Triumph

    Book Jacket




    Foundation’s Triumph


    David Brin



    To Isaac Asimov,

    who added an entire course to our endless dinner-tale conversation about destiny.





    Part 1: A Foretold Destiny

    Part 2: An Ancient Plague

    Part 3: Secret Crimes

    Part 4: A Magnificent Design

    Part 5: A Recurring Rendesvous

    Part 6: Full Circle



    Timeline for the Robots and Foundation Universe




    Part 1







    Little is known about the final days of Hari Seldon, though many romanticized accounts exist,

    some of them purportedly by his own hand. None has any proved validity.

    ??????????? What appears evident, however, is that Seldon spent his last months uneventfully,

    no doubt enjoying satisfaction in his life’s work. For with his gift of mathematical insight,

    and the powers of psychohistory at his command, he must surely have seen the panorama of

    history stretching before him, confirming the great path of destiny that he had already mapped


    ??????????? Although death would soon claim him, no other mortal ever knew with such confidenceand certainty the bright promise that the future would hold in store.


    --Encyclopedia Galactica,

    --117th Edition, 1054 F.E.




    ??????????? “As for me...I am finished.”

    ??????????? Those words resonated in his mind. They clung, like the relentless blanket thatHari’s nurse kept straightening across his legs, though it was a warm day in the imperialgardens.

    ??????????? I am finished.

    ??????????? The relentless phrase was his constant companion.

    ??????????? ...finished.

    ??????????? In front of Hari Seldon lay the rugged slopes of Shoufeen Woods, a wild portion ofthe ImperialPalace grounds where plants and small animals from across the galaxy mingled inrank disorder, clumping and spreading unhindered. Tall trees even blocked from view the ever-present skyline of metal towers. The mighty world-city surrounding this little island forest.

    ??????????? Trantor.

    ??????????? Squinting through failing eyes, one could almost pretend to be sitting on adifferent planet--one that had not been flattened and subdued in service to the Galactic Empireof Humanity.

    ??????????? The forest teased Hari. Its total absence of straight lines seemed perverse, a riotof greenery that defied any effort to decipher or decode. The geometries seemed unpredictable,even chaotic.

    ??????????? Mentally, he reached out to the chaos, so vibrant and undisciplined. He spoke to itas an equal. His great enemy.

    ??????????? All my life I fought against you, using mathematics to overcome nature’s vastcomplexity. With tools of psychohistory, I probed the matrices of human society, wresting orderfrom that murky tangle. And when my victories still felt incomplete, I used politics and guileto combat uncertainty, driving you like an enemy before me.

    ??????????? So why now, at my time of supposed triumph, do I hear you calling out to me? Chaos,my old foe? Hari’s answer came in the same phrase that kept threading his thoughts.

    ??????????? Because I am finished.

    ??????????? Finished as a mathematician.

    ??????????? It was more than a year since Stettin Palver or Gaal Dornick or any other member ofthe Fifty had consulted Hari with a serious permutation or revision to the “Seldon Plan.”Their awe and reverence for him was unchanged. But urgent tasks kept them busy. Besides, anyonecould tell that his mind no longer had the suppleness to juggle a myriad abstractions at thesame time. It took a youngster’s mental agility, concentration, and arrogance to challenge thehyperdimensional algorithms of psychohistory. His successors, culled from among the best mindson twenty-five million worlds, had all these traits in superabundance.

    ??????????? But Hari could no longer afford conceit. There remained too little time.


    ??????????? Finished as a politician.

    ??????????? How he used to hate that word! Pretending, even to himself, that he wanted only tobe a meek academic. Of course, that had just been a marvelous pose. No one could rise to become

    First Minister of the entire human universe without the talent and audacity of a mastermanipulator. Oh, he had been a genius in that field, too, wielding power with flair, defeatingenemies, altering the lives of trillions--while complaining the whole time that he hated thejob.

    ??????????? Some might look back on that youthful record with ironic pride. But not HariSeldon.


    ??????????? Finished as a conspirator.

    ??????????? He had won each battle, prevailed in every contest. A year ago, Hari subtlymaneuvered today’s imperial rulers into creating ideal circumstances for his secretpsychohistorical design to flourish. Soon a hundred thousand exiles would be stranded on astark planet, faraway Terminus, charged with producing a great Encyclopedia Galactica. But thatsuperficial goal would peel away in half a century, revealing the true aim of that Foundationat the galaxy’s rim--to be the embryo of a more vigorous empire as the old one fell. For yearsthat had been the focus of his daily ambitions, and his nightly dreams. Dreams that reachedahead, across a thousand years of social collapse--past an age of suffering and violence--to anew human fruition. A better destiny for humankind.

    ??????????? Only now his role in that great enterprise was ended. Hari had just finished tapingmessages for the Time Vault on Terminus--a series of subtle bulletins that would occasionallynudge or encourage members of the Foundation as they plunged toward a bright morrow preordainedby psychohistory. When the final message was safely stored, Hari felt a shift in the attitudesof those around him. He was still esteemed, even venerated. But he wasn’t necessary anymore.

    ??????????? One sure sign had been the departure of his bodyguards--a trio of humaniform robotsthat Daneel Olivaw had assigned to protect Hari, until the transcriptions were finished. Ithappened right there, at the recording studio. One robot--artfully disguised as a burly youngmedical technician--had bowed low to speak in Hari’s ear.

    ??????????? “We must go now. Daneel has urgent assignments for us. But he bade me to give youhis promise. Daneel will visit soon. The two of you will meet again, before the end. “

    ??????????? Perhaps that wasn’t the most tactful way to put it. But Hari always preferredblunt openness from friends and family.

    ??????????? Unbidden, a clear image from the past swept into mind--of his wife, Dors Venabili,playing with Raych, their son. He sighed. Both Dors and Raych were long gone--along with nearlyevery link that ever bound him closely to another private soul.

    ??????????? This brought a final coda to the phrase that kept spinning through his mind


    ??????????? Finished as a person.

    ??????????? The doctors despaired over extending his life, even though eighty was rather youngto die of decrepit age nowadays. But Hari saw no point in mere existence for its own sake.Especially if he could no longer analyze or affect the universe.

    ??????????? Is that why I drift here, to this grove? He pondered the wild, unpredictableforest--a mere pocket in the ImperialPark, which measured a hundred miles on a side--the onlyexpanse of greenery on Trantor’s metal-encased crust. Most visitors preferred the hectares ofprim gardens open to the public, filled with extravagant and well-ordered blooms.

    ??????????? But Shoufeen Woods seemed to beckon him. Here, unmasked by Trantor’s opaque walls,I can see chaos in the foliage by day, and in brittle stars by night. I can hear chaos tauntingme...telling me I haven’t won.

    ??????????? That wry thought provoked a smile, cracking the pursed lines of his face.

    ??????????? Who would have imagined, at this late phase of life, that I’d acquire a taste forjustice?


    ??????????? Kers Kantun straightened the lap blanket again, asking solicitously, “Are youo’right, Dr. Seldon? Should we be headin’ back now?”

    ??????????? Han’s servant had the rolling accent--and greenish skin pallor--of a Valmoril, asubspecies of humanity that had spread through the isolated Conthi Cluster, living secludedthere for so long that by now they could only interbreed with other races by pretreating spermand eggs with enzymes. Kers had been chosen as Han’s nurse and final guardian after the robotsdeparted. He performed both roles with quiet determination.

    ??????????? “This wild place makes me o’comfortable, Doc. Surely you don’ like the breezegustin’ like this?”

    ??????????? Hari had been told that Kantun’s parents arrived on Trantor as young Greys--members of the bureaucratic caste--expecting to spend a few years’ service on the capitalplanet, training in monkish dormitories, then heading back out to the galaxy as administratorsin the vast civil service. But flukes of talent and promotion intervened to keep them here,raising a son amid the steel caverns they hated. Kers inherited his parents’ famed Valmorilsense of duty--or else Daneel Olivaw would never have chosen the fellow to tend Hari in thesefinal days.

    ??????????? I may no longer be useful, but some people still think I’m worth looking after.

    ??????????? In Hari’s mind, the word “person” applied to R. Daneel Olivaw, perhaps more thanmost of the humans he ever knew.

    ??????????? For decades, Hari had carefully kept secret the existence of “eternals”--robotswho had shepherded human destiny for twenty thousand years--immortal machines that helpedcreate the first Galactic Empire, then encouraged Hari to plan a successor. Indeed, Hari spentthe happiest part of his life married to one of them. Without the affection of Dors Venabili--or the aid and protection of Daneel Olivaw--he could never have created psychohistory, settingin motion the Seldon Plan.

    ??????????? Or discovered how useless it would all turn out to be, in the long run.

    ??????????? Wind in the surrounding trees seemed to mock Hari. In that sound, he heard hollowechoes of his own doubts.

    ??????????? The Foundation cannot achieve the task set before it. Somewhere, sometime duringthe next thousand years, a perturbation will nudge the psychohistorical parameters, rocking thestatistical momentum, knocking your Plan off course.

    ??????????? True enough, he wanted to shout back at the zephyr. But that had been allowed for!There would be a Second Foundation, a secret one, led by his successors, who would adjust thePlan as years passed, providing counternudges to keep it on course!

    ??????????? Yet, the nagging voice came back.

    ??????????? A tiny hidden colony of mathematicians and psychologists will do all that, in agalaxy fast tumbling to violence and ruin?

    ??????????? For years this had seemed a flaw...until fortuitous fate provided an answer.Mentalics, a mutant strain of humans with uncanny ability to sense and alter the emotions andmemories of others. These powers were still weak, but heritable. Hari’s own adopted son,Raych, passed the talent to a daughter, Wanda, now a leader in the Seldon Project. Everymentalic they could find had been recruited, to intermarry with the descendants of thepsychohistorians. After a few generations of genetic mingling, the clandestine SecondFoundation should have potent tools to protect his Plan against deviations during the comingcenturies.

    ??????????? And so?

    ??????????? The forest sneered once more.

    ??????????? What will you have then? Will the Second Empire be ruled by a shadowy elite? Asecret cabal of human psychics? An aristocracy of mentalic demigods?

??????????? Even if kindness motivated this new elite, the prospect left him feeling cold.

    ??????????? The shadow of Kers Kantun bent closer, peering at him with concern. Hari tore hisattention away from the singing breeze and finally answered his servant

    ??????????? “Ah...sorry. Of course you’re right. Let’s go back. I’m fatigued.”

    ??????????? But as Kers guided the wheelchair toward a hidden transit station, Hari could stillhear the forest, jeering at his life’s work.

    ??????????? The mentalic elite is just one layer though, isn’t it? The Second Foundationconceals yet another truth, then another.

    ??????????? Beyond your own Plan, a different one has been crafted by a greater mind thanyours. By someone stronger, more dedicated, and more patient by far. A plan that uses yours,for a while...but which will eventually make psychohistory meaningless.

    ??????????? With his right hand, Hari fumbled under his robe until he found a smooth cube ofgemlike stone, a parting gift from his friend and lifetime guide, R. Daneel Olivaw. Palming thearchive’s ancient surface, he murmured, too low for Kers to hear.

    ??????????? “Daneel, you promised you’d come to answer all my questions. I have so many,before I die.”




    ??????????? From space it seemed a gentle world, barely touched by civilization. A rich belt ofverdant rain forest girdled the tropics, leaping narrow oceans to sweep all the way aroundthree continents.

    ??????????? Dors Venabili watched green Panucopia swell below, during her descent toward theold Imperial Research Station. Nearly forty years had passed since she last came here,accompanying her human husband as they fled dangerous enemies back on Trantor. But thosetroubles had followed them here, with nearly tragic consequences.

    ??????????? The ensuing adventure had been the strangest of her life--though admittedly Dorswas still quite young for a robot. For more than a month, she and Hari had left their bodies insuspensor tanks while their minds were projected into the bodies of pans--(or “chimpanzees”in some dialects)--roaming the forest preserves of this world. Hari claimed he needed dataabout primitive response patterns for his psychohistorical research, but Dors suspected at thetime that something deep within the august Professor Seldon relished “going ape” for a while.

    ??????????? She well recalled the sensations of inhabiting a female pan, feeling powerfulorganic drives propel that vivid, living body. Unlike the simulated emotions she had beenprogrammed with, these surged and fluxed with natural, unrestrained passion--especially duringseveral hazard-filled days when someone tried to assassinate the two of them, hunting them likebeasts while their minds were still trapped in pan bodies.

    ??????????? After barely foiling that scheme, they had swiftly returned to Trantor, where Harisoon took up reluctant duties as First Minister of the Empire. And yet, that month left herchanged, with a much deeper understanding of organic life. Looking back on it, she treasuredthe experience, which helped her better care for Hari.

    ??????????? Still, Dors had never expected to see Panucopia again. Until receiving the summonsfor a rendezvous.

    ??????????? I have a gift for you, the message said. Something you’ll find useful.

    ??????????? It was signed with a unique identifier code that Dors recognized at once.

    ??????????? Lodovic Trema.

    ??????????? Lodovic the mutant.

    ??????????? Lodovic the renegade.

??????????? The robot who is no longer a robot.

    ??????????? It wasn’t easy to decide, at first. Dors had duties on planet Smushell--an easyassignment, setting up a young Trantorian couple in comfortable marriage, disguised as minorgentry on a pleasant little world, then encouraging them to have as many babies as possible.Daneel considered this important, though his reasons were, as usual, somewhat obscure. Dorsonly knew that Klia Asgar and her husband, Brann, were exceptionally powerful mentalics--humanswith potent psychic powers, of the sort that only a few robots like Daneel heretoforepossessed. Their sudden appearance had caused many plans to change...and change again severaltimes in the last year. It was essential that the existence of mentalic humans be kept from thegalaxy’s masses, just as the presence of robots in their midst had been kept secret for athousand generations.

    ??????????? When the message from Lodovic came, there was no time to send for instructions fromDaneel. In order to make the rendezvous, she had to take the very next liner to Siwenna, wherea fast ship would be waiting for her.

    ??????????? I offer a truce, in the name of humanity, Lodovic had sent. I promise you’ll findthe trip worthwhile.

    ??????????? Klia and Brann were safe and happy. Dors had set up defenses and precautionsoverwhelmingly stronger than any conceivable threat, and her robot assistants were vigilant.There was no reason not to go. Yet her decision was wrenching.

    ??????????? Now, with the rendezvous approaching, she flexed her hands, feeling tension inpositronic receptors that had been placed in exactly the same locations as the nerves of a realwoman. On the crystal viewing pane, her reflected image superimposed across the risingforestscape. She wore the same face as when she had dwelled with Hari. Her own face, as shewould always think of it.

    ??????????? Hari Seldon still lives, Dors thought. It was part hearsay and part intuition.Although she was not one of the robots to whom Daneel had given Giskardian mentalic powers,Dors felt certain she would know, the instant that her human husband died. A part of her wouldfreeze at that point, locking his image and memory in permanent, revolving circuitry. WhileDors knew she might last another ten thousand years, in a sense she would always be Hari’s.

    ??????????? “We shall be landing in just two hours, Dors Venabili.”

    ??????????? The pilot, a lesser humaniform robot, had once been part of a heretical Calviniangroup that schemed to mess up Hari’s psychohistory project. Thirty of the dissident machineswere captured a year ago by Daneel’s forces and dispatched to a secret repair world forconversion to accept the Zeroth Law of Robotics. But that cargo of prisoners had been hijackeden route by Lodovic Trema. Now they apparently worked for him.

    ??????????? I don’t understand why Daneel trusted Trema with that mission...or any mission.Lodovic should have been destroyed as soon as we discovered that his brain no longer obeyed theFour Laws of Robotics.

    ??????????? Daneel was evidently conflicted in some way. The robot who had guided humanity fortwenty thousand years seemed uncertain how to treat a mechanism that behaved more like man thanmachine. One who chose to act ethically, instead of having it compelled by rigorousprogramming.

    ??????????? Well, I’m not conflicted, Dors thought. Trema is dangerous. At any moment his ownbrand of “ethics” might persuade him to act against our cause...or to harm humans, even Hari!

    ??????????? According to both the First and Zeroth laws, I am compelled to act.

    ??????????? The chain of reasoning was logical, impeccable. Yet, in her case every decisioncame accompanied by simulated emotions, so realistic that Daneel said he couldn’t tell themfrom human. Anyone observing Dors at that moment would see her face crossed by steely resolveto protect and serve, no matter what it cost.




    ??????????? Once upon a time, it had taken 140 secretaries to handle all of Hari’s mail. Nowfew remembered he had been First Minister of the Empire. Even his more recent notoriety as“Raven” Seldon, prophet of doom, had surged past the public gaze with fashionable ficklenessas reporters moved on to other stories. Ever since his trial ended, with the Commission ofPublic Safety decreeing exile on Terminus for Hari’s followers, the flow of messages begandrying up. Now only half a dozen memoranda waited on the wall monitor when Kers brought himback from their daily stroll.

    ??????????? First, Hari scanned the weekly Plan Report from Gaal Dornick, who still dictated itpersonally, as a gesture of reverence for the father of psychohistory. Gaal’s broad featureswere still youthful, with an expression of jovial honesty that could put anyone at ease--eventhough he now helped lead the most important human conspiracy in ten thousand years.

    ??????????? “Right now our biggest headache appears to be the migration itself It seems thatsome members of the Encyclopedia Project aren’t happy about being banished from Trantor allthe way to the farthest comer of the known universe! “

    ??????????? Dornick chuckled, though with a tone of weariness

    ??????????? “Of course we expected this, and planned for it. Commissioner Linge Chen hasassigned the Special Police to prevent desertions. And our own mentalics are helping prod thevolunteers’ to depart on their assigned ships. But it’s hard keeping track of over a hundredthousand people. Hari, you couldn’t count the petty aggravations! “

    ??????????? Gaal ruffled papers as he changed the subject.

    ??????????? “Your granddaughter sends her love from Star’s End. Wanda reports that the newmentalic colony seems to be settling down so well that she can come home soon. It’s a reliefto have most of the mentalics off Trantor, at last. They were an unstable element. Now only themost trustworthy are left here in the city, and those are proving invaluable duringpreparations. So, we seem to have matters well in hand--”

    ??????????? Indeed. Hari scanned the accompanying appendix of psychohistorical symbols,attached to Gaal’s message, and saw that they fit the Plan nicely. Dornick and Wanda and theother members of the Fifty knew their jobs well.

    ??????????? After all, Hari had trained them.

    ??????????? He did not have to consult his personal copy of the Prime Radiant to know what musthappen next. Soon, agents would be dispatched toward Anacreon and Smyrno, to ignite asmoldering process of secession in those remote provinces, setting the stage for theFoundation’s initial set of crises...the first of many leading, eventually, to a new andbetter civilization.

    ??????????? Of course the irony did not escape Hari--that he had spent his time as FirstMinister of the Empire smothering revolutions, and making sure that his successors wouldcontinue quashing all so-called “chaos worlds,” whenever those raging social upheavalsthreatened the human-social equilibrium. But these new rebellions that his followers mustfoment at the Periphery would be different. Led by ambitious local gentry seeking to augmenttheir own royal grandeur, these insurrections would be classical in every way, fitting theequations with smooth precision.

    ??????????? All according to the Plan.

    ??????????? Most of Hari’s other mail was routine. He discarded one invitation to the annualreception for emeritus faculty members of Streeling University...and another to the emperor’sexhibition of new artworks created by “geniuses” of the Eccentric Order. One of the Fiftywould attend that gathering, to measure levels of decadence shown by the empire’s artisticcaste. But that was just a matter of calibrating what they already knew--that true creativity

was declining to new historical lows. Hari was senior enough to refuse the honor. And he did.

    ??????????? Next came a reminder to pay his guild dues, as an Exalted member of theMeritocratic Order--yet another duty he’d rather neglect. But there were privileges to rank,and he had no desire to become a mere citizen again, at his age. Hari gave verbal permissionfor the bill to be paid.

    ??????????? His heart beat faster when the wall display showed a letter from the PagamantDetective Agency. He had hired the firm years ago to search for his daughter-in-law, ManellaDubanqua, and her infant daughter Bellis. They had both vanished on a refugee ship fleeing theSantanni chaos world, the planet where Raych died. Hope briefly flared. Could they be found atlast?

    ??????????? But no, it was a note to say the detectives were still sifting lost-ship reportsand questioning travelers along the Kalgan-Siwenna corridor, where the Arcadia VII had lastbeen spotted. They would continue the inquiry...unless Hari had finally decided to give up?

    ??????????? His jaw clenched. No. Hari’s will established a trust fund to keep them searchingafter he was gone.

    ??????????? Of the remaining messages, two were obvious crank letters, sent by amateur mathistson far-off worlds who claimed to have independently discovered basic principles ofpsychohistory. Hari had ordered the mail-monitor to keep showing such missives because somewere amusing. Also, once or twice a year, a letter hinted at true talent, a latent spark ofbrilliance that had somehow flared on a distant world, without yet being quenched among thegalaxy’s quadrillion dull embers. Several members of the Fifty had come to his attention inthis way. Especially his greatest colleague, Yugo Arnaryl, who deserved credit as cofounder ofpsychohistory. Yugo’s rise from humble beginnings to the heights of mathematical geniusreinforced Hari’s belief that any future society should be based on open social mobility,encouraging individuals to rise according to their ability. So he always gave these messages atleast a cursory look.

    ??????????? This time, one snared his attention.

    ??????????? --I seem to have found correlations between your psychohistory technique and themathematical models used in forecasting patterns in the flow of spacio-molecular currents indeep space! This, in turn, corresponds uncannily with the distribution of soil types on planetssampled across a wide range of galactic locales. I thought you might be interested indiscussing this in person. If so, please indicate by

    ??????????? Hari barked a laugh, making Kers Kantun glance over from the kitchen. Thiscertainly was a cute one, all right! He scanned rows of mathematical symbols, finding theapproach amateurish, if primly accurate and sincere. Not a kook, then. A well-meaningaficionado, compensating for poor talent with strangely original ideas. He ordered this lettersent to the juniormost member of the Fifty, instructing that it be answered with gentlecourtesy--a knack that young Saha Lorwinth ought to learn, if she was going to be one of thesecret rulers of human destiny.

    ??????????? With a sigh, he turned his wheelchair away from the wall monitor, toward hisshielded private study. Pulling Daneel’s gift from his robe, he laid it on the desk, in a slotspecially made to read the ancient relic. The readout screen rippled with two-dimensionalimages and archaic letters that the computer translated for him.


    A Child’s Book of Knowledge

    Britannica Publishing Company

    New Tokyo, Bayleyworld, 2757 C.E.


    ??????????? The info-store in front of him was highly illegal, but that would hardly stop HariSeldon, who had once ordered the revival of those ancient simulated beings, Joan of Arc and

    Voltaire, from another half-melted archive. That act wound up plunging parts of Trantor intochaos when the pair of sims escaped their programmed bonds to run wild through the planet’sdata corridors. In fact, the whole episode ended rather well for Hari, though not for thecitizens of Junin or Sark. Anyway, he felt little compunction over breaking the Archives Lawonce again.

    ??????????? Close to twenty thousand years ago. He pondered its publication date, just as awedas the first time he’d activated Daneel’s gift. This may have been written for children ofthat age, but it holds more of our deep history than all of today’s imperial scholars couldpool together.

    ??????????? It had taken Hari half a year to peruse and get a feel for the sweep of early humanexistence, which began on distant Earth, on a continent called Africa, when a race of cleverapes first stood upright and blinked with dull curiosity at the stars.

    ??????????? So many words emerged from that little stone cube. Some were already familiar,having come down to the present in murky form, through oral tales and traditions--

    ??????????? Rome

    ??????????? China

    ??????????? Shake Spear

    ??????????? Hamlet

    ??????????? Buddha

    ??????????? Apollo

    ??????????? The Spacer Worlds

    ??????????? Oddly enough, some fairy tales seemed to have survived virtually unchanged aftertwo hundred centuries. Popular favorites like Pinocchio...and Frankenstein...were apparentlyfar older than anyone imagined.

    ??????????? Other items in the archive Hari had first heard of just a few decades ago, whenthey were mentioned by the ancient sims, Voltaire and Joan.

    ??????????? France

    ??????????? Christianity

    ??????????? Plato

    ??????????? But far greater was the list of things Hari never had an inkling of, until he firstactivated this little book. Facts about the human past that had only been known by DaneelOlivaw and other robots. People and places that once rang with vital import for all humanity.

    ??????????? Columbus

    ??????????? ?America

    ??????????? Einstein

    ??????????? The Empire of Brazil

    ??????????? Susan Calvin

    ??????????? And everything from the limestone caves of Lascaux to the steel catacombs whereEarthlings cowered in the twenty-sixth century.

    ??????????? Especially humbling to Hari had been one short essay about an ancient shaman namedKarl Marx, whose crude incantations bore no similarity to psychohistory, except the blitheconfidence that believers invested in their precious model of human nature. Marxists, too, oncethought they had reduced history to basic scientific principles.

    ??????????? Of course, we know better. We Seldonists.

    ??????????? Hari smiled at the irony.

    ??????????? Ostensibly, Daneel Olivaw had presented Hari with this relic for a simple reason--to give him a task. Something to occupy his mind during these final months before his frail

Report this document

For any questions or suggestions please email