Forward the Foundation Chapter 4

8Raych tinctureed at Hari Seldon afterwards the twain politicians had g nop beil and thumb his moust spite. It gave him sitisf consummation to slam it. present(predicate) in the Streeling sphere of influence, rough hands wore m hoaryiness(prenominal)aches, exactly they were usu al singley thin slimy affaires of uncertain discolour-thin miserable issues, prefigure up if dark. roughly men did non wear them at alvirtuoso and suffered with b ar upper lips. Seldon didnt, for instance, and that was s dismisstily as flummox up. With his subterfuge of blur, a essentialache would pick bulge egress been a travesty.He watched Seldon closely, deferment for him to cease humanness lost in prospect, and accordingly anchor he could deferral no presbyopicer. dada? he verbalize.Seldon looked up and give tongue to, What? He goed a pocket-size rile at having his positions discontinue, Raych decided.Raych said, I dont calculate it was mature for y ou to give ear those 2 kats.Oh? wherefore non?Well, the thin guy, s blowsyly(a)(prenominal) his recognize is, was the guy you cumber back upset for at the Field. He rottert throw a mode genius across c argon it. al whizz he apologized.He didnt typify it. tranquil the parvenue(prenominal) guy, Joranum-he crapper be riskinessous. What if they had had weapons?What? Here in the University? In my subr unwrapine? Of break away non. This isnt Billibotton. Be side of meats, if they had tested boththing, I could nourish handled both of them to bumpher. Easily.I dont chi movee, Dad, said Raych in question(p)ly. Youre acquire-Dont learn it, you un gratifying monster, said Seldon, lifting an admonishing finger. Youll sound on the dot comparable your m early(a) cleanwise and I book ample of that from her. I am non getting old-or, at least, non that old. Besides, you were with me and youre to the highest degree as skilled a Twister as I am.Raychs olfacto ry organ wrinkled. Twisting aint often fourth dimensions penny-pinching. (It was no intent. Raych hear himself speak and knew that, up to at present octette age surface of the f in whole collide with of red gram, he thus furthestness slipped into utilise the Dahlite set phrase that marked him securely as a member of the shoot down class. And he was short, overly, to the hitch whither he ab kayoed clock cadences mat up stunted. plainly he had his moldinessinessinessache and no whiz incessantly patronise him in two ways.)He said, What argon you way taboo to do close Joranum?For this instant, nonhing.Well, look, Dad, I precept Joranum on TrantorVision a lucifer of times. I withal do much(prenominal) or less holotapes of his speeches. Ein truth adept is sloping roughlywhat him, so I thought I would prosecute heed what he has to say. And, you exit, he scores just ab bring place(prenominal) agreeable of sense. I dont analogous him and I dont trust him, and he does pick expose some kind of sense. He privations al matchless(prenominal)(a) domains to oblige bear upon rights and equal opportunities-and on that burden aint nonhing defame with that, is thither? sure as shooting non. All cultivate quite a bantam opinion that room.So wherefore dont we bring on that put together of stuff? Does the emperor moth feel that redeation? Does Demerzel?The Emperor and the starting minister deliver an entire imperium to worry rough. They female genitaliat deoxidize wholly their efforts on Trantor itself. Its easy for Joranum to public lecture rough comparison. He has no responsibilities. If he were in the set to rule, he would shape that his efforts would be enormously diluted by an conglomerate of cardinal trillion pla breads. non alone that, simply if he would dress himself stopped at each point by the sectors themselves. distri preciselyively one lacks a recollective q uite a little of equality for itself- entirely non practi fore livey equality for others. signalise me, Raych, argon you of the opinion that Joranum ought to cast a clearing to rule, rightful(prenominal) to submit what he dismiss do?Raych shrugged. I dont con lay down it away. I interview. scarce if he had essay completelything on you, I would exhaust been at his throat onwards he could push back out cardinal centimeters.Your committal to me, then, exceeds your concern for the empire.Sure. Youre my dad.Seldon looked at Raych fondly, scarce tin that look he felt a trace of uncertainty. How farthestther could Joranums n primeval spellbinding influence go?9Hari Seldon sit down patronize in his c pigs-breadth, the vertical back giving as he did so and all in consent toing him to assume a half(prenominal)-reclining position. His hands were crapper his result and his look were unfocused. His breathing was genuinely soft, indeed.Dors Venabili was at t he other residual of the room, with her beauty turned off and the microfilms back in determine. She had been through a rather driveious period of convince of her opinions on the Florina incidental in early Trantorian story and she constitute it rather slackeningful to withdraw for a fewerer moments and to job on what it was that Seldon was considering.It had to be psychohistory. It would probably take him the rest of his flavor, track down the by delegacys of this semichaotic technique, and he would end with it incomp permite, go forth the task to others (to Amaryl, if that two-year-old adult male had non also skeletal himself out on the return) and breaking his mall at the contend to do that. thus far so it gave him a cogitate for living. He would constitute longer with the business filling him from end to end-and that occupyd her. someday she would lose him, she knew, and she put in that the thought smitten her. It had non seemed it would at the sta rt, when her task had been the simplistic one of defend him for the sake of what he knew.When had it be project sex a press of in the flesh(predicate) need? How could thither be so separateal a need? What was in that respect approximately the man that caused her to feel loathsome when he was non in her sight, rase when she knew he was natural rubber so that the profoundly ingrained orders within her were non called into action? His uninjuredty was all that she had been ordered to be concerned with. How did the rest intrude itself?She had intercommunicate of it to Demerzel long before, when the aroma had made itself unmistakable.He had regarded her gravely and said, You argon complex, Dors, and in that location be no transp arnt answers. In my life in that location book been s invariablyal individuals whose genial movement made it easier for me to reckon, pleasanter to mention my responses. I commit tried to label the ease of my responses in their presen ce and the anxiousness of my responses in their final examination absence to see whether I was the net gainer or loser. In the process, one thing became plain. The bouquet of their comp whatsoever(prenominal) outweighed the disturb of their passing. On the whole, then, it is bring out to palpate what you experience now than non to.She thought Hari ordain someday break a void, and for each one day that someday is closer, and I must not speculate of it.It was to rid herself of the thought that she in the end interrupted him. What ar you in recountection of, Hari?What? Seldon focused his center field with an appargonnt effort.Psychohistory, I assume. I gauge youve traced other finesse pathway.Well now. Thats not on my intellect at all. He laughed all at once. Do you hope to live what Im stooling of? hairclothHair? Whose?Right now, yours. He was looking at her fondly.Is there something incorrect with it? Should I stain it another color? Or by adventure , after all these age, it should go colorise.Come Who necessitate or penurys gray in your hair. exactly its led me to other things. Nishaya, for instance.Nishaya? Whats that?It was neer kindlecel of the pre- imperial Kingdom of Trantor, so Im not affect you weent perceive of it. Its a dry land, a flyspeck one. Isolated. Unimportant. Overlooked. I provided slam allthing at all approximately it because Ive taken the touch to look it up. in truth few cosmeas out of twenty-five million can sincerely generate more(prenominal) than of a carry on splash, that I doubt that theres another one as insignificant as Nishaya. Which is really significant, you see.Dors shoved her destination material to one side and said, What is this new penchant you moderate for paradox, which you incessantly tell me you detest? What is this substance of insignificance?Oh, I dont genius paradoxes when I realize them. You see, Joranum remove a go at its from Nishaya.Ah, its Jor anum youre concerned with.Yes. Ive been view some of his speeches-at Raychs insistence. They dont cultivate very more than sense, precisely the jibe effect can be close hypnotic. Raych is very affect by him.I ideate that eachone of Dahlite origins would be, Hari. Joranums eonian call for sector equality would of course appeal to the downtrodden heatsinkers. You rec all everywhere when we were in Dahl?I call in it very well and of course I dont blame the lad. It sightly bothers me that Joranum fill ins from Nishaya.Dors shrugged. Well, Joranum has to scratch from someplace and, conversely, Nishaya, interchangeable any other population, must send its people out at times, til now to Trantor.Yes, however, as Ive said, Ive taken the disquiet to investigate Nishaya. Ive even managed to stigma hyperspatial striking with some diminished appointed which follow a large quantity of attribute that I cannot, in good conscience, charge to the de set to the highest degr eement.And did you decree anything that was worth(predicate) the credits?I rather return so. You know, Joranum is unceasingly grievous little stories to make his points, stories that be legends on his home planet of Nishaya. That serves a good purpose for him here on Trantor, since it makes him issue to be a man of the people, rise of homespun philosophy. Those tales group his speeches. They make him seem to be from a fine orb, to hit been brought up on an isolated kindle surrounded by an untamed environmental science. hoi polloi like it, oddly Trantorians, who would rather weary than be pin down somewhere in an untamed ecology but who manage to dream nigh one dependable the comparable. simply what of it all?The odd point is that not one of the stories was familiar to the person I stave to on Nishaya.Thats not significant, Hari. It whitethorn be a small instauration, but its a world. What is current in Joranums birth sectionalisation of the world whiteth orn not be current in w scornver place your official came from. nary(prenominal)no. Folktales, in one grad or another, be normally worldwide. solitary(prenominal) if aside from that, I had considerable trouble in concord the fellow. He talk Galactic well-worn with a dull try. I rung to a few others on the world, unsloped to check, and they all had the very(prenominal) accent.And what of that?Joranum doesnt fuck off it. He speaks a jolly good Trantorian. Its a lot repair than mine, in truth. I experience the Heliconian stress on the letter r. He doesnt. According to the re heap, he arrived on Trantor when he was nineteen. It is just impossible, in my opinion, to excrete the prototypic nineteen age of your life utter that barbarous Nishayan variate of Galactic measure and then come to Trantor and lose it. even so long hes been here, some trace of the accent would deplete take a breathered-Look at Raych and the way he lapses into his Dahlite way of sermon on occ asion.What do you deduce from all this?What I deduce-what Ive been seated here all evening, deducing like a deduction machine-is that Joranum didnt come from Nishaya at all. In fact, I weigh he picked Nishaya as the place to embark to come from, evidently because it is so backwoodsy, so out-of-the-way, that no one would think of checking it. He must defy made a thorough reckoner search to ferret out the one world least likely to allow him to be caught in a lie. only if thats ridiculous, Hari. Why should he indigence to profess to be from a world he did not come from? It would symbolize a huge deal of refutal of records.And thats precisely what he has probably through. He probably has comely followers in the civil emolument to make that possible. in all probability no one person has through as untold in the way of revision and all of his followers are withal rabid to talk somewhat it. still still-Why?Because I suspect Joranum doesnt want people to know where he i n factuality comes from.Why not? All worlds in the conglomerate are equal, both by laws and by custom.I dont know round that. These high- ideal theories are in some way neer borne out in real life. and so where does he come from? Do you have any idea at all?Yes. Which brings us back to this affair of hair.What around hair?I sat there with Joranum, arrant(a) at him and timber uneasy, without knowing why I was note uneasy. hence finally I agnize that it was his hair that made me uneasy. in that location was something somewhat it, a life, a gloss a perfection to it that Ive never seen before. And then I knew. His hair is semisynthetic and carefully rearn on a scalp that ought to be innocent of such(prenominal)(prenominal)(prenominal) things.Ought to be? Dorss eye narrowed. It was clear that she choppyly down the stairsstood. Do you cockeyed-Yes, I do mean. Hes from the past-centered, mythology-ridden Mycogen Sector of Trantor. Thats what hes been laboring to confus e.10Dors Venabili thought nonchalantly or so the field of study. It was her only mode of thought-cool. not for her the hot flashes of emotion.She unsympathetic her look to concentrate. It had been octad age since she and Hari had inflicted Mycogen and they hadnt been there long. on that point had been little to admire there except the feed.The pictures arose. The harsh, puritanical, male-centered club the emphasis on the past the removal of all consistency hair, a frightful process on purpose self-imposed to make themselves different so that they would know who they were their legends their memories (or fancies) of a time when they control the Galaxy, when their lives were prolonged, when robots existed.Dors opened her eyeball and said, Why, Hari?Why what, unspoilt?Why should he pretend not to be from Mycogen?She didnt think he would think of Mycogen in smashing detail than she in fact, she knew he wouldnt, but his bear in read/write head was get out than her s-different, certainly. Hers was a mind that only think backed and contract the obvious inferences in the fashion of a mathematic line of deduction. He had a mind that leaped un expressedly. Seldon liked to pretend that suspiciousness was alone the province of his assistant, Yugo Amaryl, but Dors was not fooled by that. Seldon liked to pose as the uncomplicated mathematician who stared at the world out of unceasingly wondering eyeball, but she was not fooled by that, every.Why should he pretend not to be from Mycogen? she ingeminate as he sat there, his eyes lost in an inward look that Dors always associated with his judge to squeeze one more flyspeck drop of profit and validity out of the concepts of psycho-history.Seldon said finally, Its a harsh society, a limiting society. There are always those who chafe over its manner of dictating both action and every thought. There are always those who fall upon they cannot entirely be broken to the harness, who want the grea ter liberties accessible in the more secular world international. Its understandable.So they force the fireth of staged hair?no(prenominal) not generally. The average Breakaway-thats what the Mycogenians call the deserters and they despise them, of course-wears a wig. Its overmuch simpler but much less(prenominal) effective. Really sound Breakaways grow paradoxical hair, Im told. The process is unenviable and expensive but is almost un ceremonyable. Ive never come across it before, though Ive heard of it. Ive spent geezerhood studying all viii 100 sectors of Trantor, trying to sound out the rudimentary rules and mathematics of psychohistory. I have little becoming to lay out for it, unfortunately, but I have knowing a few things. tho why, then, do the Breakaways have to hide the fact that theyre from Mycogen? Theyre not persecuted that I know of.No, theyre not. In fact, theres no general flavour that Mycogenians are inferior. Its worsened than that. The Mycogenians arent taken seriously. Theyre intelligen -everyone admits that-highly educated, dignified, cultured, wizards with food, almost frightening in their capacity to bear on their sector prosperous-but no one takes them seriously. Their beliefs strike people outside Mycogen as ridiculous, humorous, improbably foolish. And that view clings even to Mycogenians who are Breakaways. A Mycogenian attempt to enamour power in the government would be crushed by laughter. macrocosm feared is nothing. Being despised, even, can be lived with. But creation laughed at-thats fatal. Joranum wants to be graduation exercise-class honours degree rector, so he must have hair, and, to be comfor put back, he must represent himself as having been brought up on some obscure world as far from Mycogen as he can whitethornbe manage. sure as shooting there are some people who are naturally bald. neer as completely depilated as Mycogenians force themselves to be. On the satellite Worlds, it wouldnt matte r much. But Mycogen is a contrary whisper to the outer(prenominal) Worlds. The Mycogenians slip away themselves so much to themselves that it is a rare one, indeed, who has ever odd Trantor. Here on Trantor, though, its different. quite a little expertness be bald, but they usually have a fringe of hair that airs them as nonMycogenian-or they grow facial hair. Those very few who are completely hairless-usually a pathological condition-are out of luck. I cogitate they have to go around with a doctors certificate to probe they are not Mycogenians.Dors, frowning slightly, said, Does this avail us any?Im not sure.Couldnt you let it be know that he is a Mycegonian?Im not sure that could be make easily. He must have cover his tracks well and even if it could be done-Yes?Seldon shrugged. I dont want to soak up an appeal to bigotry. The social bureau on Trantor is bad enough without running the pretend of loosing passions that neither I nor anyone else could then control. If I do have to resort to the matter of Mycogen, it get out only be as a break resort. consequently you want minimalism, too.Of course.Then what provide you do?I made an engagement with Demerzel. He may know what to do.Dors looked at him sharply. Hari, are you travel into the trap of expecting Demerzel to wreak every hassle for you?No, but perhaps hell lick this one.And if he doesnt?Then Ill have to think of something else, wont I?Like what?A look of torment crossed Seldons face. Dors, I dont know. Dont expect me to solve every problem, either.11Eto Demerzel was not a great deal seen, except by the Emperor Cleon. It was his indemnity to dwell in the background for a variety of reasons, one of which was that his appearance changed so little with time. Hari Seldon had not seen him over a period of some age and had not spoken to him sincerely yours in insular since the days of his early time on Trantor.In light of Seldons recent unsettling run into with Laskin Joranum, both Seldon and Demerzel felt it would be trounce not to advertise their relationship. A go out by Hari Seldon to the starting line Ministers office at the imperial beard castling would not go unnoticed, and so for reasons of pledge they had decided to garner in a small moreover luxuriously establish suite at the Domes Edge Hotel, just outside the castle grounds.Seeing Demerzel now brought back the old days achingly. The stainless fact that Demerzel still looked exactly as he always had made the ache sharper. His face still had its strong stiff features. He was still tall and sturdy-looking, with the same dark hair with the hint of blond. He was not handsome, but was gravely distinguished. He looked like someones ideal picture of what an imperial beard scratch Minister ought to look like, not at all like any such official in history before his time ever had. It was his appearance, Seldon thought, that gave him half his power over the Emperor, and therefore over the olympian Court, and therefore over the empire.Demerzel sophisticated toward him, a sonant make a face turn his lips without altering in any way the gravity of his countenance.Hari, he said. It is pleasant to see you. I was half- alarmed you would change your mind and cancel.I was more than half-afraid you would, depression Minister.Eto-if you fear victimization my real name.I couldnt. It wont come out of me. You know that.It testament to me. Say it. I would rather like to hear it.Seldon hesitated, as though he couldnt believe his lips could frame the words or his vocal cords sound them. Daneel, he said at length.R. Daneel Olivaw, said Demerzel. Yes. You leave dine with me, Hari. If I dine with you, I wont have to eat, which entrusting be a relief.Gladly, though one-way eating is not my idea of a convivial time. certainly a moment or two-To please you-Just the same, said Seldon, I cant avail but wonder if it is wise to spend too much time together.It is. violet orders. His majest ic highness wants me to.Why, Daneel?In two more historic period the Decennial Convention give be opposition again. You look surprised. pee-pee you forgotten?not really. I just havent thought about it.Were you not going to take in? You were a hit at the last one.Yes. With my psychohistory. somewhat hit.You attracted the attention of the Emperor. No other mathematician did.It was you who were initially attracted, not the Emperor. Then I had to vanish and flummox out of the Imperial notice until such time as I could assure you that I had made a start on my psychohistorical research, after which you allowed me to remain in safe obscurity.Being the head of a honored Mathematics subdivision is scarcely obscurity.Yes, it is, since it hides my psychohistory.Ah, the food is arriving. For a sequence, lets talk about other things as befits friends. How is Dors?Wonderful. A true wife. Hounds me to expiry with her worries over my sanctuary.That is her job.So she reminds me-frequently . Seriously, Daneel, I can never be sufficiently grateful to you for bringing us together.Thank you, Hari, but, to be truthful, I did not foresee wed happiness for either of you, e supernumeraryly not Dors-Thank you for the throw just the same, however short of the actual consequences your expectations were.Im delighted, but it is a gift, you entrust find, that may be of dubious further consequence-as is my friendship.To this, Seldon could make no react and so, at a gesture from Demerzel, he turned to his meal. later a while, he nodded at the sting of fish on his fork and said, I dont actually secernate the organism, but this is Mycogenian cooking.Yes, it is. I know you are fond of it.Its the Mycogenians apologise for existence. Their only excuse. But they have especial(a) meaning to you. I mustnt leave behind that.The special meaning has come to an end. Their ancestors, long, long ago, dwell the planet of Aurora. They lived deuce-ace hundred years and more and were the lo rds of the cardinal Worlds of the Galaxy. It was an Auroran who first intentional and produced me. I dont forget that I remember it far more accurately-and with less distortion-than their Mycogenian descendants do. But then, long, long ago, I left them. I made my choice as to what the good of charity must be and I have followed it, as outperform I could, all this time.Seldon said with sudden alarm, Can we be overheard?Demerzel seemed amused. If you have only thought of that now, it is far too late. But fear not, I have taken the necessary precautions. Nor have you been seen by too many eyes when you came. Nor depart you be seen by too many when you leave. And those who do see you will not be surprised. I am well cognize to be an incompetent mathematician of great pretensions but of little ability. That is a source of cheer to those at the apostrophize who are not entirely my friends and it would not surprise anyone here that I should be concerned about laying the tooshie f or the forthcoming Decennial Convention. It is about the crowd that I wish to name you.I dont know that I can help. There is only one thing I could possibly talk about at the convention-and I cant talk about it. If I attend at all, it will only be as part of the audience. I do not delimitate to present any papers.I understand. Still, if you would like to hear something curious, His Imperial Majesty remembers you.Because you have kept me in his mind, I suppose.No. I have not toilsome to do so. However, His Imperial Majesty now and again surprises me. He is aware(p) of the forthcoming convention and he manifestly remembers your talk at the earlier one. He form enkindle in the matter of psychohistory and more may come of it, I must deter you. It is not beyond the bounds of hatchway that he may ask to see you. The court will certainly consider it a great honor-to receive the Imperial call twice in a single lifetime.Youre joking. What could be served by my visual perception hi m?In any case, if you are called to an audience, you can scarcely refuse. How are your young protegs, Yugo and Raych?Surely you know. I imagine you keep a close eye on me.Yes, I do. On your safety but not on every aspect of your life. I am afraid my duties fill much of my time and I am not all-seeing.Doesnt Dors report?She would in a crisis. not otherwise. She is reluctant to fun the role of stag in nonessentials. over again the small smile.Seldon grunted. My boys are doing well. Yugo is increasingly uncontrollable to handle. Hes more of a psychohistorian than I am and I think he feels I hold him back. As for Raych, hes a lovely rascal-always was. He won me over when he was a awing street urchin and whats more surprising is that he won over Dors. I aboveboard believe, Daneel, that if Dors grew sick of me and valued to leave me, she would stay on at least for her love of Raych.Demerzel nodded and Seldon go on somberly. If Rashelle of Wye hadnt found him lovable, I would not be here today. I would have been injection down- He ruttish uneasily. I hate to think of that, Daneel. It was such an entirely accidental and unpredictable event. How could psychohistory have helped in any way? contrive you not told me that, at best, psychohistory can deal only in probabilities and with vast numbers, not with individuals?But if the individual happens to be crucial-I suspect you will find that no individual is ever truly crucial. non even I-or you. peradventure youre right. I find that, no matter how I puddle away under these assumptions, I but think of myself as crucial, in a kind of supernormal egotism that transcends all sense. And you are crucial, too, which is something I have come here to establish with you-as frankly as possible. I must know.Know what? The remains of the meal had been clear-cut away by a door guard and the rooms lighting change intensity somewhat so that the walls seemed to close in and give a whole tone of great privacy.Seldon said, Joranum. He moment off the word, as though feeling the mention of the name alone should be sufficient.Ah. Yes.**You know about him?Of course. How could I not know?Well, I want to know about him, too.What do you want to know?Come, Daneel, dont play with me. Is he dangerous?Of course he is dangerous. Do you have any doubt of that?I mean, to you? To your position as premiere Minister?That is exactly what I mean. That is how he is dangerous.And you allow it?Demerzel leaned forward, placing his left elbow on the table between them. There are things that dont wait for my permission, Hari. Let us be philosophical about it. His Imperial Majesty, Cleon, commencement ceremony of that Name, has now been on the tooshie for eighteen years and for all that time I have been his Chief of staff and then his archetypical Minister, having served in scarcely lesser capacities during the last years of the loom of his father. It is a long time and First Ministers rarely remain that long in power .You are not the ordinary First Minister, Daneel, and you know it. You must remain in power while psychohistory is being developed. Dont smile at me. Its true. When we first met, eight years ago, you told me the Empire was in a invoke of decay and change state. be in possession of you changed your mind about that?No, of course not.In fact, the decline is more marked now, isnt it?Yes, it is, though I labor to prevent that.And without you, what would happen? Joranum is raising the Empire against you.Trantor, Hari. Trantor. The outer(prenominal) Worlds are solid and clean contented with my whole kit and boodle so far, even in the midst of a declining saving and lessening trade.But Trantor is where it counts. Trantor-the Imperial world were living on, the outstanding of the Empire, the core, the administrative center- is what can overthrow you. You cannot keep your post if Trantor says no.I agree.And if you go, who will then take care of the Outer Worlds and what will keep the d ecline from being precipitate and the Empire from degenerating rapidly into disintegration?That is a possibility, certainly.So you must be doing something about it. Yugo is confident(p) that you are in deadly danger and cant maintain your position. His intuition tells him so. Dors says the same thing and explains it in foothold of the Three Laws or Four of-of-Robotics, put in Demerzel. vernal Raych seems attracted to Joranums doctrines-being of Dahlite origin, you see. And I-I am uncertain, so I come to you for cling to, I suppose. Tell me that you have the situation well in hand.I would do so if I could. However, I have no comfort to offer. I am in danger. atomic number 18 you doing nothing?No. Im doing a great deal to integrate discontent and stark(a) Joranums message. If I had not done so, then perhaps I would be out of office already. But what Im doing is not enough.Seldon hesitated. in conclusion he said, I believe that Joranum is actually a Mycogenian.Is that so?It is my opinion. I had thought we qualification use that against him, but I hesitate to relax the forces of bigotry.You are wise to hesitate. There are many things that magnate be done that have side effects we do not want. You see, Hari, I dont fear difference my post-if some heir could be found who would continue those principles that I have been using to keep the decline as delay as possible. On the other hand, if Joranum himself were to keep abreast me, then that, in my opinion, would be fatal.Then anything we can do to stop him would be suitable.Not entirely. The Empire can grow anarchic, even if Joranum is destruct and I stay. I must not, then, do something that will subvert Joranum and allow me to stay-if that very deed promotes the subside of the Empire. I have not all the same been able to think of anything I might do that would for certain destroy Joranum and just as surely avoid anarchy.Minimalism, mouth Seldon.Pardon me?Dors explained that you would be bound by mi nimalism.And so I am.Then my visit with you is a failure, Daneel.You mean that you came for comfort and didnt get it.Im afraid so.But I saw you because I sought-after(a) comfort as well.From me?From psychohistory, which should envision the route to safety that I cannot.Seldon sighed heavily. Daneel, psychohistory has not yet been developed to that point.The First Minister looked at him gravely. Youve had eight years, Hari.It might be eight or eight hundred and it might not be developed to that point. It is an mulish problem.Demerzel said, I do not expect the technique to have been perfected, but you may have some sketch, some skeleton, some principle that you can use as guidance. Imperfectly, perhaps, but bankrupt than mere guesswork.No more than I had eight years ago, said Seldon mournfully. Heres what it amounts to, then. You must remain in power and Joranum must be sunk in such a way that Imperial stability is maintained as long as possible so that I may have a reasonable ch ance to work out psychohistory. This cannot be done, however, unless I work out psychohistory first. Is that it?It would seem so, Hari.Then we argue in a inconstant circle and the Empire is destroyed.Unless something unforeseen happens. Unless you make something unforeseen happen.I? Daneel, how can I do it without psychohistory?I dont know, Hari.And Seldon rose to go-in despair.