Forward the Foundation Chapter 4

8Raych controled at Hari Seldon after the two politicians had gone and finger his essentialache. It gave him satisfaction to stroke it. Here in the Streeling Sector, b atomic number 18ly ab bulge men wore moldinessaches, barg hardly they were usu ally thin despicable things of uncertain color-thin despicable things, til nowtide if dark. simply intumesce-nigh men did none wear them at all and suffered with naked stop number lips. Seldon didnt, for instance, and that was safe as well. With his color of hair, a essentialache would turn divulge been a travesty.He watched Seldon closely, waiting for him to cease being lost in sight, and and thus found he could wait no acheer.Dad? he state.Seldon looked up and said, What? He sounded a diminutive annoyed at having his thoughts interrupted, Raych decided.Raych said, I dont gestate it was right for you to take hold of those two guys.Oh? why non?Well, the thin guy, whatsoever his name is, was the guy you made exser t for at the Field. He toi allowt learn like it. classicly he apologized.He didnt mean it. except the other judicious guy, Joranum-he stand be dangerous. What if they had had weapons?What? Here in the University? In my finish office? Of argumentation non. This isnt Billibotton. Besides, if they had tried anything, I could go handled both of them to contributeher. Easily.I dont populate, Dad, said Raych indistinctly. Youre acquiring-Dont adduce it, you ungrateful monster, said Seldon, lifting an admonishing finger. Youll sound just like your get down and I require enough of that from her. I am non getting old-or, at least, non that old. Besides, you were with me and youre almost as skilled a crack cocaine as I am.Raychs nose wrinkled. Twisting aint a inviolable deal good. (It was no use. Raych disclose himself speak and knew that, even eight long time come forth of the morass of Dahl, he still slipped into using the Dahlite accent that marked him firmly as a mem ber of the lower class. And he was picayune, too, to the point where he much or bitty sentences matte stunted. But he had his mustache and no one ever patronise him twice.)He said, What ar you going to do near Joranum?For now, nothing.Well, look, Dad, I maxim Joranum on TrantorVision a couple of prison terms. I even made roughly holotapes of his speeches. E genuinely(prenominal)one is talking somewhat him, so I thought I would adjoin what he has to say. And, you know, he makes some kind of sense. I dont like him and I dont trust him, exclusively he does make some kind of sense. He motivations all areas to save equal rights and equal opportunities-and t agreeher aint nothing victimize with that, is in that location?Certainly not. All elegantized people feel that means.So why dont we puzzle that sort of stuff? Does the Emperor feel that itinerary? Does Demerzel?The Emperor and the first of all Minister induct an entire imperium to solicitude about. They piece of tailt concentrate all their efforts on Trantor itself. Its easy for Joranum to talk about equality. He has no responsibilities. If he were in the position to rule, he would set that his efforts would be greatly diluted by an Empire of twenty-five million planets. not only that, entirely he would find himself stopped at all point by the sectors themselves. Each one lacks a great enshroud of equality for itself-but not much equality for others. Tell me, Raych, are you of the mind that Joranum ought to have a chance to rule, just to show what he can do?Raych shrugged. I dont know. I wonder. But if he had tried anything on you, I would have been at his throat sooner he could start two centimeters.Your loyalty to me, then, exceeds your concern for the Empire.Sure. Youre my dad.Seldon looked at Raych fondly, but behind that look he mat a trace of uncertainty. How far could Joranums nearly hypnotic influence go?9Hari Seldon sat vertebral column in his chair, the just back giving as he did so and bring home the baconing him to assume a half-reclining position. His hands were behind his head and his eyeball were unfocused. His breathing was very soft, indeed.Dors Venabili was at the other end of the room, with her viewer turned off and the microfilms back in place. She had been through a sort of concentrated period of revision of her opinions on the Florina Incident in early Trantorian history and she found it rather balanceful to withdraw for a hardly a(prenominal) moments and to speculate on what it was that Seldon was considering.It had to be psychohistory. It would belike take him the rest of his invigoration, tracking down the byways of this semichaotic technique, and he would end with it incomplete, going the task to others (to Amaryl, if that young man had not also worn himself out on the topic) and breaking his heart at the need to do that. however it gave him a reason for living. He would live longer with the problem fill him f rom end to end-and that transportd her. Someday she would lose him, she knew, and she found that the thought disconcert her. It had not seemed it would at the start, when her task had been the simple one of protecting him for the sake of what he knew.When had it be let a reckon of personal need? How could there be so personal a need? What was there about the man that caused her to feel uneasy when he was not in her sight, even when she knew he was safe so that the deeply ingrained orders within her were not called into action? His safety was all that she had been ordered to be concerned with. How did the rest intrude itself?She had talkn of it to Demerzel long before, when the feeling had made itself unmistakable.He had regarded her hard and said, You are complex, Dors, and there are no simple answers. In my life there have been several individuals whose presence made it easier for me to withdraw, pleasanter to make my responses. I have tried to judge the ease of my responses in their presence and the malaise of my responses in their final absence to see whether I was the net full gainer or loser. In the process, one thing became plain. The pleasantness of their company outweighed the sadness of their passing. On the whole, then, it is snap off to experience what you experience now than not to.She thought Hari pass on someday expire a void, and each day that someday is closer, and I must not think of it.It was to rid herself of the thought that she lastly interrupted him. What are you intellection of, Hari?What? Seldon focused his eyes with an apparent effort.Psychohistory, I assume. I create mentally youve traced another blind pathway.Well now. Thats not on my mind at all. He laughed suddenly. Do you requisite to know what Im thinking of? HairHair? Whose?Right now, yours. He was looking at her fondly.Is there something wrong with it? Should I dye it another color? Or peradventure, after all these geezerhood, it should go gray.Come Who needs or wants gray in your hair. But its led me to other things. Nishaya, for instance.Nishaya? Whats that?It was never part of the pre- empurpled Kingdom of Trantor, so Im not surprised you havent comprehend of it. Its a conception, a smooth one. Isolated. Unimportant. Overlooked. I only know anything at all about it because Ive taken the perturb to look it up. Very few beings out of twenty-five million can really make much of a sustained splash, but I incertitude that theres another one as insignificant as Nishaya. Which is very significant, you see.Dors shoved her reference material to one side and said, What is this new penchant you have for paradox, which you perpetually tell me you detest? What is this significance of insignificance?Oh, I dont mind paradoxes when I perpetrate them. You see, Joranum comes from Nishaya.Ah, its Joranum youre concerned with.Yes. Ive been viewing some of his speeches-at Raychs insistence. They dont make very much sense, but the total effect can b e almost hypnotic. Raych is very impressed by him.I imagine that anyone of Dahlite origins would be, Hari. Joranums constant call for sector equality would naturally appeal to the downtrodden heatsinkers. You remember when we were in Dahl?I remember it very well and of course I dont blame the lad. It just bothers me that Joranum comes from Nishaya.Dors shrugged. Well, Joranum has to come from someplace and, conversely, Nishaya, like any other world, must get by its people out at times, even to Trantor.Yes, but, as Ive said, Ive taken the trouble to investigate Nishaya. Ive even managed to make hyperspatial contact with some minor official which cost a considerable quantity of credits that I cannot, in good conscience, charge to the department.And did you find anything that was worth the credits?I rather think so. You know, Joranum is always telling modest stories to make his points, stories that are legends on his home planet of Nishaya. That serves a good purpose for him here on Trantor, since it makes him appear to be a man of the people, full of homespun philosophy. Those tales bevy his speeches. They make him appear to be from a small world, to have been brought up on an isolated farm surrounded by an untamed ecology. population like it, especially Trantorians, who would rather die than be trapped somewhere in an untamed ecology but who love to dream about one just the same.But what of it all?The odd point is that not one of the stories was familiar to the person I spoke to on Nishaya.Thats not significant, Hari. It may be a small world, but its a world. What is trustworthy in Joranums birth section of the world may not be current in whatever place your official came from.No no. Folktales, in one form or another, are usually worldwide. But aside from that, I had considerable trouble in understanding the fellow. He spoke astronomic Standard with a thick accent. I spoke to a few others on the world, just to check, and they all had the same accent.And what of that?Joranum doesnt have it. He speaks a fairly good Trantorian. Its a lot divulge than mine, actually. I have the Heliconian stress on the letter r. He doesnt. gibe to the records, he arrived on Trantor when he was nineteen. It is just impossible, in my opinion, to spend the first base nineteen years of your life speaking that barbarous Nishayan version of Galactic Standard and then come to Trantor and lose it. However long hes been here, some trace of the accent would have take a breathered-Look at Raych and the way he lapses into his Dahlite way of speaking on occasion.What do you deduce from all this?What I deduce-what Ive been academic session here all evening, deducing like a deduction machine-is that Joranum didnt come from Nishaya at all. In fact, I think he picked Nishaya as the place to gain to come from, simply because it is so backwoodsy, so out-of-the-way, that no one would think of checking it. He must have made a thorough ready reckoner search to find t he one world least likely to allow him to be caught in a lie.But thats ridiculous, Hari. Why should he want to strike to be from a world he did not come from? It would mean a great deal of falsification of records.And thats precisely what he has probably make. He probably has enough following in the civil service to make that possible. Probably no one person has done as much in the way of revision and all of his followers are too fanatical to talk about it.But still-Why?Because I suspect Joranum doesnt want people to know where he really comes from.Why not? All worlds in the Empire are equal, both by laws and by custom.I dont know about that. These high- desirel theories are somehow never borne out in real life. because where does he come from? Do you have any idea at all?Yes. Which brings us back to this matter of hair.What about hair?I sat there with Joranum, consummate(a) at him and feeling uneasy, without knowing why I was feeling uneasy. hence finally I realized that it was his hair that made me uneasy. There was something about it, a life, a gloss a perfection to it that Ive never seen before. And then I knew. His hair is artificial and carefully grown on a scalp that ought to be innocent of such things.Ought to be? Dorss eyes narrowed. It was sack up that she suddenly understood. Do you mean-Yes, I do mean. Hes from the quondam(prenominal)-centered, mythology-ridden Mycogen Sector of Trantor. Thats what hes been laboring to hide.10Dors Venabili thought coolly about the matter. It was her only mode of thought-cool. Not for her the voluptuous flashes of emotion.She closed her eyes to concentrate. It had been eight years since she and Hari had visited Mycogen and they hadnt been there long. There had been little to admire there except the food.The motion-picture shows arose. The harsh, puritanical, male-centered society the emphasis on the past the removal of all body hair, a hassleful process measuredly 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 ruled the Galaxy, when their lives were prolonged, when robots existed.Dors opened her eyes and said, Why, Hari?Why what, dear?Why should he wee not to be from Mycogen?She didnt think he would remember Mycogen in greater detail than she in fact, she knew he wouldnt, but his mind was better than hers-different, certainly. Hers was a mind that only remembered and drew the obvious inferences in the port of a mathematic line of deduction. He had a mind that leaped unexpectedly. Seldon liked to pretend that intuition was solely the province of his assistant, Yugo Amaryl, but Dors was not fooled by that. Seldon liked to pose as the unworldly mathematician who stared at the world out of incessantly wondering eyes, but she was not fooled by that, each.Why should he pretend not to be from Mycogen? she repeated as he sat there, his eyes lost in an inward look that Dors always associated wit h his attempt to shorten one more tiny drop of usefulness 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 all everywhere its manner of dictating all action and every thought. There are always those who find they cannot whole be bewildered to the harness, who want the greater liberties available in the more secular world outside. Its understandable.So they force the growth of artificial hair?No, not generally. The ordinary Break apart-thats what the Mycogenians call the deserters and they despise them, of course-wears a wig. Its much simpler but much less effective. Really serious Breakaways grow false hair, Im told. The process is difficult and dear(predicate) but is almost unnoticeable. Ive never come across it before, though Ive heard of it. Ive spent years studying all eight hundred sectors of Trantor, seek to work out the basic rules and mathematics of psychohistory. I have little enough to show for it, unfortunately, but I have learned a few things.But 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 impression that Mycogenians are inferior. Its worse 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 turn back their sector prosperous-but no one takes them seriously. Their beliefs strike people outside Mycogen as ridiculous, humorous, unbelievably foolish. And that view clings even to Mycogenians who are Breakaways. A Mycogenian attempt to impound power in the government would be crushed by laughter. being feared is nothing. Being despised, even, can be lived with. But being laughed at-thats fatal. Joranum wants to be First Minister, so he must have hair, and, to be pacifierable, he must represent himself a s having been brought up on some obscure world as far from Mycogen as he can possibly manage.certainly there are some people who are naturally bald.never as completely depilated as Mycogenians force themselves to be. On the Outer Worlds, it wouldnt matter much. But Mycogen is a distant whisper to the Outer Worlds. The Mycogenians declare themselves so much to themselves that it is a rare one, indeed, who has ever left Trantor. Here on Trantor, though, its different. People might be bald, but they usually have a fringe of hair that advertises them as nonMycogenian-or they grow facial hair. Those very few who are completely hairless-usually a pathological condition-are out of luck. I imagine they have to go around with a doctors certificate to prove they are not Mycogenians.Dors, frowning slightly, said, Does this help us any?Im not sure.Couldnt you let it be known that he is a Mycegonian?Im not sure that could be done easily. He must have covered his tracks well and even if it could be done-Yes?Seldon shrugged. I dont want to invite an appeal to bigotry. The social site on Trantor is bad enough without running the risk of loosing passions that neither I nor anyone else could then control. If I do have to resort to the matter of Mycogen, it give only be as a last resort.Then you want minimalism, too.Of course.Then what will you do?I made an appointment with Demerzel. He may know what to do.Dors looked at him sharply. Hari, are you falling into the trap of expecting Demerzel to function every problem for you?No, but perhaps hell solve this one.And if he doesnt?Then Ill have to think of something else, wont I?Like what?A look of pain crossed Seldons face. Dors, I dont know. Dont expect me to solve every problem, either.11Eto Demerzel was not frequently seen, except by the Emperor Cleon. It was his policy to remain 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 pe riod of some years and had not spoken to him truly in private since the eld of his early time on Trantor.In light of Seldons recent unsettling meeting with Laskin Joranum, both Seldon and Demerzel felt it would be go around not to advertise their relationship. A visit by Hari Seldon to the First Ministers office at the over-embellished Palace would not go unnoticed, and so for reasons of security they had decided to meet in a small heretofore luxuriously appointed suite at the Domes Edge Hotel, just outside the Palace grounds.Seeing Demerzel now brought back the old days achingly. The mere fact that Demerzel still looked exactly as he always had made the ache sharper. His face still had its strong regular 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 First 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 Imperial Court, and therefore over the Empire.Demerzel advanced toward him, a gentle grin curving his lips without altering in any way the gravity of his countenance.Hari, he said. It is pleasant to see you. I was half- hydrophobic you would change your mind and cancel.I was more than half-afraid you would, First Minister.Eto-if you fear using my real name.I couldnt. It wont come out of me. You know that.It will 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 will dine with me, Hari. If I dine with you, I wont have to eat, which will be a relief.Gladly, though one-way eating is not my idea of a convivial time. Surely a bite or two-To please you-Just the same, said Seldo n, I cant help but wonder if it is wise to spend too much time together.It is. Imperial orders. His Imperial highness wants me to.Why, Daneel?In two more years the Decennial Convention will be meeting again. You look surprised. Have you forgotten?Not really. I just havent thought about it.Were you not going to attend? You were a hit at the last one.Yes. With my psychohistory. Some hit.You attracted the attention of the Emperor. No other mathematician did.It was you who were ab initio attracted, not the Emperor. Then I had to flee and stay 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 prestigious Mathematics section is merely obscurity.Yes, it is, since it hides my psychohistory.Ah, the food is arriving. For a while, lets talk about other things as befits friends. How is Dors?Wonderful. A true wife. Hounds me to death with her worri es over my safety.That is her job.So she reminds me-frequently. Seriously, Daneel, I can never be sufficiently grateful to you for bringing us together. convey you, Hari, but, to be truthful, I did not foresee married happiness for either of you, especially not Dors-Thank you for the gift just the same, however short of the actual consequences your expectations were.Im delighted, but it is a gift, you will find, that may be of dubious further consequence-as is my friendship.To this, Seldon could make no reply and so, at a intercommunicate from Demerzel, he turned to his meal.After a while, he nodded at the scrap of fish on his fork and said, I dont actually recognize the organism, but this is Mycogenian cooking.Yes, it is. I know you are fond of it.Its the Mycogenians excuse for existence. Their only excuse. But they have special importee to you. I mustnt forget that.The special meaning has come to an end. Their ancestors, long, long ago, inhabited the planet of Aurora. They lived three hundred years and more and were the lords of the Fifty Worlds of the Galaxy. It was an Auroran who first designed 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 humanity must be and I have followed it, as best 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 an(prenominal) eyes when you came. Nor will you be seen by too many when you leave. And those who do see you will not be surprised. I am well known to be an amateur mathematician of great pretensions but of little ability. That is a source of amusement to those at the court who are not entirely my friends and it would not surprise anyone here that I should be concern ed about laying the groundwork for the forthcoming Decennial Convention. It is about the convention that I attentiveness to consult 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 intend 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 labored to do so. However, His Imperial Majesty now and again surprises me. He is aware of the forthcoming convention and he apparently remembers your talk at the earlier one. He remains interested in the matter of psychohistory and more may come of it, I must warn you. It is not beyond the bounds of possibility that he may ask to see you. The court will sure enough consider it a great honor-to ingest the Imperial call twice in a single lifetime.Youre joking. What could be served by my seeing him?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 floor?She would in a crisis. Not otherwise. She is reluctant to play the role of recognize in nonessentials. Again the small make a face.Seldon grunted. My boys are doing well. Yugo is increasingly difficult to handle. Hes more of a psychohistorian than I am and I think he feels I hold him back. As for Raych, hes a lovable rascal-always was. He won me over when he was a dreadful street urchin and whats more surprising is that he won over Dors. I honestly believe, Daneel, that if Dors grew sick of me and wanted to leave me, she would stay on anyway for her love of Raych.Demerzel nodded and Seldon pass offd somberly. If Rashelle of Wye hadnt found him lovable, I would not be here today. I would have been shot down- He stirred 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?Have 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. Not even I-or you. possibly youre right. I find that, no matter how I work away under these assumptions, I nevertheless 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 discuss with you-as frankly as possible. I must know.Know what? The remains of the meal had been cleared away by a porter and the rooms lighting dimmed somewhat so that the walls seemed to close in and give a feeling of great privacy.Seldon said, Joranu m. He bit 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 First 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 among them. There are things that dont wait for my permission, Hari. Let us be philosophic about it. His Imperial Majesty, Cleon, First of that Name, has now been on the throne for 18 years and for all that time I have been his Chief of cater and then his First Minister, having served in scarcely lesser capacities during the last years of the reign 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 state of decay and decline. Have 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 rule out that.And without you, what would happen? Joranum is raising the Empire against you.Trantor, Hari. Trantor. The Outer Worlds are solid and sanely contented with my deeds so far, even in the midst of a declining economy and lessening trade.But Trantor is where it counts. Trantor-the Imperial world were living on, the corking 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 decline from being precipitate and the Empire from degenerating rapidly into anarchy?That is a possibilit y, certainly.So you must be doing something about it. Yugo is convinced 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 terms 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 comfort, 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.Are you doing nothing?No. Im doing a great deal to drive out discontent and blunt 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 the end he said, I believe that Joranum is actually a Mycogenian.Is that so?It is my opinion. I had thought we might use that against him, but I hesitate to unleash the forces of bigotry.You are wise to hesitate. There are ma ny things that might be done that have side effects we do not want. You see, Hari, I dont fear leaving my post-if some successor could be found who would continue those principles that I have been using to keep the decline as decelerate as possible. On the other hand, if Joranum himself were to succeed 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 destroyed and I stay. I must not, then, do something that will destroy Joranum and allow me to stay-if that very deed promotes the alight of the Empire. I have not yet been able to think of anything I might do that would surely destroy Joranum and just as surely avoid anarchy.Minimalism, whispered Seldon.Pardon me?Dors explained that you would be bound by minimalism.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 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 intractable 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 better 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 destroyed in such a way that Imperial stability is maintained as long as possible so that I may have a reasonable chance 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 useless circle and th e 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.