Forward the Foundation Chapter 7

18Raych sat in the anteroom of a public building in Dahl into which he had never ventured-never could lose ventured-as a ragamuffin y bulgeh. He felt, in t break ensemble truth, a little uneasy about it now, as though he were trespassing.He as hypothecate to look calm, trustworthy, lov qualified.Dad had told him that this was a quality he carried around with him, plainly he had never been cognizant of it. If it came about natur eachy, he would probably spoil it by trying too hard to seem to be what he really was.He tried relaxing art object keeping an eye on the official who was manipulating a computer at the desk. The official was non a Dahlite. He was, in fact, Gambol Deen Namarti, who had been with Joranum at the brush with Dad that Raych had attended.Every once in a while, Namarti would look up from his desk and glance at Raych with a unpeaceful glare. This Namarti wasnt buying Raychs lovability. Raych could see that.Raych did non try to meet Namartis hostility with a friendly smile. It would score seemed too artificial. He simply waited. He had gotten this removed. If Joranum arrived, as he was pass judgment to, Raych would realise a chance to speak to him.Joranum did arrive, wholesale in, smiling his public smile of warmth and confidence. Namartis hand came up and Joranum stopped. They r together in low voxs while Raych watched intently and tried in vain to seem as if he wasnt. It seemed plain to Raych that Namarti was arguing against the meeting and Raych bridled a bit at that.Then Joranum looked at Raych, smiled, and pushed Namarti to sensation side. It occurred to Raych that, while Namarti was the brains of the team, it was Joranum who clearly had the charisma.Joranum strode toward him and held out a plump, slightly moist hand. well well. professor Seldons unripened man. How are you?Fine, thank you, sir.You had many trouble getting here, I control. non too much, sir.And youve come with a message from your father, I trust. I hope he is reconsidering his decision and has decided to join me in my bully crusade.I dont reckon so, sir.Joranum frowned slightly. atomic number 18 you here without his realizeledge?No, sir. He displace me.I see. Are you hungry, lad?Not at the moment, sir.Then would you capitulum if I eat? I dont get much time for the ordinary bicycle amenities of life, he single out, smiling broadly.Its all right with me, sir.Together, they moved to a table and sat down. Joranum unwrapped a sandwich and took a bite. His voice slightly muffled, he state, And why did he send you, son?Raych shrugged. I think he thought I might define out manything about you that he could use against you. Hes collectt and soul with First look Demerzel.And youre not?No, sir. Im a Dahlite.I know you are, Mr. Seldon, just now what does that mean?It meat Im oppressed, so Im on your side and I insufficiency to help you. Of course, I wouldnt want my father to know.Theres no reason he should know. How do you pop the question to help me? He glanced quickly at Namarti, who was leaning against his desk, listening, with his arms folded and his normal lowering. Do you know anything about psychohistory?No, sir. My father dont talk to me about that-and if he did, I wouldnt get it. I dont think hes getting anywhere with that stuff.Are you sure?Sure Im sure. Theres a cat there, Yugo Amaryl, also a Dahlite, who duologue about it sometimes. Im sure nothing is happening.Ah And can I see Yugo Amaryl sometime, do you suppose?I dont think so. He aint much for Demerzel, but hes all for my father. He wouldnt cross him. only when you would?Raych looked unhappy and he muttered stubbornly, Im a Dahlite.Joranum exculpated his throat. Then let me ask you again. How do you propose to help me, young man?Ive got something to see you that maybe you wont conceptualize.Indeed? Try me. If I dont reckon it, I provide tell you so.Its about First attend Eto Demerzel.Well?Raych looked around uneasily. Can anyone hear me?Just Namarti and myself.All right, then listen. This guy Demerzel aint a guy. Hes a zombi.What exploded Joranum.Raych felt moved to explain. A robot is a mechanistic man, sir. He aint human beingness. Hes a machine.Namarti broke out passionately, Jo-Jo, dont believe that. Its ridiculous. scarce Joranum held up an admonitory hand. His eyes were gleaming. Why do you register that?My father was in Mycogen once. He told me all about it. In Mycogen they talk about robots a lot.Yes, I know. At least, I have comprehend so.The Mycogenians believe that robots were once very common among their ancestors, but they were wiped out.Namartis eyes narrowed. But what makes you think that Demerzel is a robot? From what little I have hear of these fantasies, robots are made out of metal, arent they?Thats so, said Raych earnestly. But what I perceive is that there were a few robots that look just like human beings and they live forever-Namarti shook his thinker violently. Legends Ridic ulous legends JoJo, why are we listening-But Joranum cut him off quickly. No, G.D. I want to listen. Ive heard these legends, too.But its nonsense, Jo-Jo.Dont be in such a rush to assign nonsense. And even if it were, plurality live and die by nonsense. Its not what is so much as what muckle think is. Tell me, young man, putting legends to one side, what makes you think Demerzel is a robot? Lets suppose that robots exist. What is it, then, about Demerzel that makes you say he is a robot? Did he tell you so?No, sir, said Raych.Did your father tell you so? asked Joranum.No, sir. Its just my own idea, but Im sure of it.Why? What makes you so sure?Its just something about him. He doesnt change. He doesnt get older. He doesnt show emotions. Something about him looks like hes made of metal.Joranum sat back in his chair and looked at Raych for an extended time. It was intimately possible to hear his thoughts buzzing. ultimately he said, Suppose he is a robot, young man. Why should you tending? Does it matter to you?Of course it matters to me, said Raych. Im a human being. I dont want no robot in charge of running the pudding stone.Joranum work oned to Namarti with a gesture of eager approval. Do you hear that, G.D.? Im a human being. I dont want no robot in charge of running the imperium. tell him on holovision and have him say it. Have him repeat it everywhere and over till its drummed into every person on Trantor-Hey, said Raych, in the end staining his breath. I cant say that on holovision. I cant let my father find out-No, of course not, said Joranum quickly. We couldnt allow that. Well just use the words. Well find some other Dahlite. Someone from each of the sectors, each in his own dialect, but always the same message I dont want no robot in charge of running the Empire.Namarti said, And what happens when Demerzel proves hes not a robot?Really, said Joranum. How go forth he do that? It would be impossible for him to do so. psychologically impossib le. What? The great Demerzel, the power behind the throne, the man who has twitched the strings attached to Cleon I all these years and those attached to Cleons father out front him? Will he climb down now and whine to the public that he is, too, a human being? That would be almost as destructive to him as being a robot. G.D., we have the villain in a no-win situation and we owe it all to this fine young man here.Raych flushed.Joranum said, Raych is your name, isnt it? one time our party is in a position to do so, we wont forget. Dahl will be treated well and you will have a honest position with us. Youre sacking to be Dahls sector leader someday, Raych, and youre not going to regret youve done this. Are you, now?Not on your life, said Raych fervently.In that case, well see that you get back to your father. You let him know that we particularise him no harm, that we value him greatly. You can tell him you found that out in any way you please. And if you find anything else you t hink we might be able to use-about psychohistory, in particular, you let us know.You bet. But do you mean it when you say youll see to it that Dahl gets some breaks?Absolutely. Equality of sectors, my boy. Equality of worlds. Well have a new Empire with all the old villainies of privilege and inequality wiped out.And Raych nodded his head vigorously. Thats what I want.19Cleon, emperor moth of the Galaxy, was walking hurriedly through with(predicate) the colonnade that led from his private quarters in the Small Palace to the offices of the sort of tremendous staff that lived in the various annexes of the Imperial Palace, which served as the spirit center of the Empire.Several of his personal attaches walked after him, with looks of the deepest concern on their faces. The Emperor did not walk to others. He summoned them and they came to him. If he did walk, he never showed signs of hurry or emotional trauma. How could he? He was the Emperor and, as such, far more a symbol of all t he worlds than a human being. til now now he seemed to be a human being. He motioned everyone excursus with an impatient wave of his right hand. In his left hand he held a gleaming hologram.The First Minister, he said in an almost strangled voice, not at all like the carefully civilised tones he had painstakingly assumed along with the throne. Where is he?And all the highschool functionaries who were in his way fumbled and gasped and found it impossible to manage coherence. He napped past them angrily, making them all feel, undoubtedly, as though they were living through a waking nightmare.Finally he burst into Demerzels private office, blow slightly, and shouted-literally shouted- DemerzelDemerzel looked up with a trace of surprise and rose smoothly to his feet, for one did not sit in the presence of the Emperor unless specifically invited to. forefather? he said.And the Emperor slammed the hologram down on Demerzels desk and said, What is this? Will you tell me that?Demerzel l ooked at what the Emperor had given him. It was a beautiful hologram, sharp and alive. iodine could almost hear the little boy-perhaps ten years old-speaking the words that were include in the caption I dont want no robot in charge of running the Empire.Demerzel said quietly, Sire, I have received this, too.And who else has?I am under the impression, Sire, that it is a flier that is being full(a)ly feast over Trantor.Yes, and do you see the person at whom that brat is smell? He tapped his Imperial forefinger at it. Isnt that you?The resemblance is striking, Sire.Am I wrong in supposing that the whole intent of this flier, as you call it, is to reprimand you of being a robot?That does seem to be its intention, Sire.And stop me if Im wrong, but arent robots the legendary mechanical human beings one finds in-in thrillers and childrens stories?The Mycogenians have it as an hold of faith, Sire, that robots-Im not interested in the Mycogenians and their articles of faith. Why are th ey accusing you of being a robot?Merely a metaphorical point, Im sure, Sire. They wish to award me as a man of no heart, whose views are the conscienceless calculations of a machine.Thats too subtle, Demerzel. Im no fool. He tapped the hologram again. Theyre trying to make hatful believe you are really a robot.We can scarcely obstruct it, Sire, if people choose to believe that.We cannot afford it. It detracts from the self-worth of your office. Worse than that, it detracts from the dignity of the Emperor, The implication is that I-I would choose as my First Minister a mechanical man. That is impossible to endure. See here, Demerzel, arent there laws that forbid the denigration of public officers of the Empire?Yes, there are-and quite severe ones, Sire, dating back to the great fair play Codes of Aburamis.And to denigrate the Emperor himself is a capital offense, is it not?Death is the punishment, Sire. Yes.Well, this not only denigrates you, it denigrates me-and whoever did it should be executed forthwith. It was this Joranum, of course, who is behind it.Undoubtedly. Sire, but proving it might be rather difficult.Nonsense I have proof luxuriant I want an execution.The trouble is, Sire, that the laws of denigration are virtually never utilised. Not in this century, certainly.And that is why society is becoming so unstable and the Empire is being shaken to its roots. The laws are still in the books, so enforce them.Demerzel said, Consider, Sire, if that would be wise. It would make you appear to be a tyrant and a despot. Your rule has been a most successful one through good-will and mildness-Yes and see where that got me. Lets have them fear me for a change, rather than love me-in this fashion.I strongly recommend that you not do so, Sire. It may be the spark that will start a rebellion.What would you do, then? Go before the people and say, Look at me. I am no robot.No, Sire, for as you say that would destroy my dignity and, worse merely, yours.Then?I am not certain, Sire. I have not yet thought it through.Not yet thought it through? Get in upset with Seldon.Sire?What is so difficult to understand about my order? Get in touch with SeldonYou wish me to summon him to the Palace, Sire?No, theres no time for that. I seize you can set up a sealed communication derivation between us that cannot be tapped.Certainly, Sire.Then do so. Now20Seldon lacked Demerzels self-possession, being, as he was, only flesh and blood. The summons to his office and the fast faint glow and tingle of the thrumr field was indication enough that something unusual was taking place. He had spoken by sealed lines before but never to the full extent of Imperial security.He expected some government official to clear the way for Demerzel himself. Considering the slowly attach tumult of the robot flier, he could expect nothing less.But he did not expect anything more, either, and when the trope of the Emperor himself, with the faint glitter of the scramble fi eld outlining him, stepped into his office (so to speak), Seldon fell back in his seat, mouth wide open, and could make only ineffectual attempts to rise.Cleon motioned him impatiently to keep his seat. You moldiness know whats going on, Seldon.Do you mean about the robot flier, Sire?Thats on the nose what I mean. Whats to be done?Seldon, despite the permission to remain seated, finally rose. Theres more, Sire. Joranum is organizing rallies all over Trantor on the robot issue. At least, thats what I hear on the newscasts.It hasnt reached me yet. Of course not. Why should the Emperor know what is going on?It is not for the Emperor to be concerned, Sire. Im sure that the First Minister-The First Minister will do nothing, not even keep me informed. I turn to you and your psychohistory. Tell me what to do. Sire?Im not going to play your game, Seldon. Youve been working on psychohistory for eight years. The First Minister tells me I must not gull legal action against Joranum. What, the n, do I do?Seldon stuttered. S-sire NothingYou have nothing to tell me?No, Sire. That is not what I mean. I mean you must do nothing. Nothing The First Minister is quite right if he tells you that you must not take legal action. It will make things worse. very(prenominal) well. What will make things better?For you to do nothing. For the First Minister to do nothing. For the government to allow Joranum to do just as he pleases.How will that help?And Seldon said, trying to suppress the note of desperation in his voice, That will soon be seen.The Emperor seemed to deflate suddenly, as though all the anger and indignation had been drawn out of him. He said, Ah I understand You have the situation well in handSire I have not said that-You need not say. I have heard enough. You have the situation well in hand, but I want results. I still have the Imperial Guard and the build up forces. They will be loyal and, if it comes to actual disorders, I will not hesitate. But I will give you your c hance first.His image flashed out and Seldon sat there, simply staring at the empty space where the image had been.Ever since the first unhappy moment when he had mentioned psychohistory at the Decennial ruler eight years before, he had had to face the fact that he didnt have what he had incautiously talked about.All he had was the wild ghost of some thoughts-and what Yugo Amaryl called intuition.