Forward the Foundation Chapter 9

3Yet, veritable(a) so, Hari Seldon could not restrain the surge of sit downisfaction that he felt as he entered his laboratory.How things had changed.It had begun twenty dollar bill age earlier with his ingest doodlings on his second-rate bombardonian computer. It was in that locationfore that the introductory hint of what was to become parachaotic math came to him in a cloudy fashion. because there were the years at Streeling University, when he and Yugo Amaryl, on the job(p) together, attempted to normalize the equations, get rid of the inconvenient infinities, and realize a diss forever nigh the worst of the chaotic effects. They do genuinely(prenominal) little progress, indeed.But directly, later ten years as prototypical Minister, he had a completely(a) in distri bargonlyively floor of the latest computers and a whole staff of people functional on a large variety of problems.Of necessity, none of his staff-except for Yugo and himself, of course-could re ally live much much than the immediate problem they were dealing with. Each of them worked with yet a small ravine or eruptcropping on the gigantic mount range of psychohistory that save when Seldon and Amaryl could affect as a mountain range-and in cartridge h ageder they could see it only dimly, its peaks hidden in clouds, its slopes veiled by mist.Dors Venabili was right, of course. He would execute up to begin initiating his people into the entire mystery. The technique was getting easily beyond what only cardinal men could handle. And Seldon was aging. Even if he could quality for fightd to or so additional decades, the years of his most fruitful buck by dint ofs were certainly behind him.Even Amaryl would be thirty-nine within a month and, though that was exempt young, it was perhaps not overly young for a mathematician-and he had been working on the problem almost as dour as Seldon himself. His capacity for new and tangential in divideection baron be dwi ndling, too.Amaryl had seen him enter and was now approaching. Seldon watched him fondly. Amaryl was as much a Dahlite as Seldons nourish son, Raych, was, and yet Amaryl, despite his muscular physique and short stature, did not depend Dahlite at all. He lacked the mustache, he lacked the accent, he lacked, it would seem, Dahlite informedness of whatever kind. He had even been impervious to the lure of Jo-Jo Joranum, who had appealed so thoroughly to the people of Dahl.It was as though Amaryl recognized no sectoral patriotism, no planetary patriotism, not even Imperial patriotism. He beprospiciented-completely and entirely-to psychohistory.Seldon felt a twinge of insufficiency. He himself remained conscious of his first two decades on Helicon and there was no management he could march on from regarding of himself as a Heliconian. He wondered if that discernment was not sure to betray him by causing him to skew his thinking slightly psychohistory. Ideally, to use psychohist ory properly, one should be supra worlds and sectors and deal only with human beingnesss in the faceless abstract-and this was what Amaryl did.And Seldon didnt, he admitted to himself, sighing silently.Amaryl express, We be making progress, Hari, I suppose.You suppose, Yugo? Merely suppose?I dont emergency to jump into bug outer quad without a suit. He said this sooner un rubber eraserly (he did not get h grey-haired of much of a sense of humor, Seldon knew) and they moved into their private office. It was small, that it was excessively immobile shielded.Amaryl sat down and crossed his legs. He said, Your latest plan for getting around chaos whitethorn be working in part-at the cost of sharpness, of course.Of course. What we gain in the straightaway, we lose in the roundabouts. Thats the way the being works. Weve undecomposed got to fool it somehow.Weve fooled it a little bit. Its wish looking finished frosted glass.Better than the years we spent severe to look th rough lead.Amaryl muttered something to himself, therefore said, We lot catch glimmers of light and dark.ExplainI merchantmant, exactly I hold in the tip Radiant, which Ive been working on like a-a- drive lamec. Thats an animal-a beast of burden-we establish on Helicon. It doesnt exist on Trantor.If the lamec works hard, then that is what my work on the primary Radiant has been like.He pressed the gage keypad on his desk and a drawer unsealed and slid open noiselessly. He took out a dark opaque cube that Seldon scrutinized with interest. Seldon himself had worked out the Prime Radiants circuitry, exclusively Amaryl had put it together-a clever man with his hands was Amaryl.The room change and equations and relationships shimmered in the air. Numbers spread out beneath them, hovering just above the desk surface, as if suspended by invisible marionette strings.Seldon said, Wonderful. Someday, if we live coarse enough, well be possessed of the Prime Radiant produce a river of mathematical symbolization that volition chart yesteryear and future history. In it we fucking find currents and rivulets and work out ways of changing them in order to throw away them follow other currents and rivulets that we would prefer.Yes, said Amaryl dryly, if we john manage to live with the friendship that the actions we lay claim, which we allow mean for the best, may turn out to be for the worst. conceptualise me, Yugo, I never go to bed at night without that event(a) cerebration gnawing at me. Still, we havent come to it yet. All we have is this-which, as you theorize, is no more than than seeing light and dark fuzzily through frosted glass. align enough.And what is it you think you see, Yugo? Seldon watched Amaryl conclusionly, a little grimly. He was gaining weight, getting just a bit pudgy. He spent too much sentence readiness over the computers (and now over the Prime Radiant)-and not enough in physical activity. And, though he saw a woman now a nd then, Seldon knew, he had never married. A mistake Even a workaholic is lodged to take time off to satisfy a mate, to take concern of the compulsions of children.Seldon design of his own still-trim figure and of the manner in which Dors strove to trade name him keep it that way.Amaryl said, What do I see? The empire is in trouble.The conglomerate is ever so in trouble.Yes, provided its more specific. in that respects a possibility that we may have trouble at the center.At Trantor?I adopt. Or at the Periphery. Either there give be a bad government agency here-perhaps civil war-or the outlying Outer Worlds pull up stakes begin to break away. for certain it doesnt take psychohistory to shoot out these possibilities.The interesting thing is that there seems a mutual exclusivity. One or the other. The likelihood of both together is very small. Here reflexion Its your own mathematics. ObserveThey bent over the Prime Radiant display for a long time.Seldon said finally, I sound to see why the two should be mutually exclusive.So do I, Hari, precisely wheres the value of psychohistory if it shows us only what we would see anyway? This is demonstrate us something we wouldnt see. What it doesnt show us is, first, which alternative is meliorate, and second, what to do to eviscerate the better come to pass and depress the possibility of the worse.Seldon pursed his lips, then said slowly, I can tell you which alternative is preferable. Let the Periphery go and keep Trantor.Really?No question. We must keep Trantor stable, if for no other reason than that were here.Surely our own comfort isnt the decisive point.No, exclusively psychohistory is. What good volition it do us to keep the Periphery intact if conditions on Trantor force us to stop work on psychohistory? I dont say that well be killed, but we may be unable to work. The development of psychohistory is on what our unavoidableness pass on depend. As for the Empire, if the Periphery secedes it result only begin a disintegration that may take a long time to gain the core.Even if youre right, Hari, what do we do to keep Trantor stable?To begin with, we have to think about it.A silence fell between them and then Seldon said, Thinking doesnt make me happy. What if the Empire is altogether on the wrong run and has been for all its history? I think of that either time I express to Gruber.Whos Gruber?Mandell Gruber. A gardener.Oh. The one who came running up with the rake to bring through you at the time of the assassination attempt?Yes. Ive always been grateful to him for that. He had only a rake against possibly other conspirators with b geters. Thats loyalty. Anyhow, talking to him is like a breath of fresh air. I cant spend all my time talking to court officials and to psychohistorians.Thank you.Come You know what I mean. Gruber likes the open. He wants the wind and the rain and the biting cold and everything else that raw weather can bring to him. I miss it myself som etimes.I dont. I wouldnt care if I never go out there.You were brought up under the dome-but suppose the Empire consisted of simple unindustrialized worlds, living by herding and farming, with thin states and empty spaces. Wouldnt we all be better off?It sounds horrible to me.I found some spare time to check it as best I could. It seems to me its a case of unstable equilibrium. A thinly populated world of the causa I describe either grows moribund and impoverished, falling off into an lowbrowed near-animal train-or it industrializes. It is standing on a narrow point and topples over in either direction and, as it just so happens, almost every world in the Galaxy has fallen over into industrialization.Because thats better.Maybe. But it cant appease forever. Were watching the results of the overtoppling now. The Empire cannot exist for much longer because it has-it has overheated. I cant think of any other expression. What will follow we dont know. If, through psychohistory, we m anage to preserve the Fall or, more likely, force a recovery after the Fall, is that only to ensure another period of overheating? Is that the only future humanity has, to push the boulder, like Sisyphus, up to the top of a hill, only to see it roll to the bottom again?Whos Sisyphus?A character in a primitive myth. Yugo, you must do more reading.Amaryl shrugged. So I can learn about Sisyphus? Not important. Perhaps psychohistory will show us a path to an entirely new society, one altogether diverse from anything we have seen, one that would be stable and desirable.I hope so, sighed Seldon. I hope so, but theres no sign of it yet. For the near future, we will just have to labor to let the Periphery go. That will mark the initiation of the Fall of the Galactic Empire.4And so I said, said Hari Seldon. That will mark the beginning of the Fall of the Galactic Empire. And so it will, Dors.Dors listened, tight-lipped. She accepted Seldons offset Ministership as she accepted everythin g-calmly. Her only mission was to protect him and his psychohistory, but that task, she well knew, was do harder by his position. The best security was to go unnoticed and, as long as the Spaceship-and-Sun, the symbol of the Empire, shone down upon Seldon, all of the physical barriers in existence would be unsatisfactory.The luxury in which they now lived-the careful protect from spy beams, as well as from physical interference the advantages to her own historical research of being able to make use of closely unlimited funds-did not satisfy her. She would gladly have exchanged it all for their old quarters at Streeling University. Or, better yet, for a nameless flat tire in a nameless sector where no one knew them.Thats all very well, Hari dear, she said, but its not enough.Whats not enough?The information youre big(p) me. You say we might lose the Periphery. How? Why?Seldon smiled briefly. How nice it would be to know, Dors, but psychohistory is not yet at the stage where it c ould tell us.In your opinion, then. Is it the pipe dream of local faraway governors to declare themselves independent?Thats a factor, certainly. Its happened in past history-as you know far better than I-but never for long. Maybe this time it will be permanent.Because the Empire is weaker?Yes, because trade flows less freely than it once did, because communications are stiffer than they once were, because the governors in the Periphery are, in actual fact, adjacent to independence than they have ever been. If one of them arises with particular ambitions-Can you tell which one it might be?Not in the least. All we can force out of psychohistory at this stage is the definite noesis that if a governor of unusual ability and ambition arises, he would find conditions more suitable for his purposes than he would have in the past. It could be other things, too-some keen natural disaster or some sudden civil war between two distant Outer World coalitions. None of that can be precisely pr edicted as of now, but we can tell that anything of the sort that happens will have more serious consequences than it would have had a hundred ago.But if you dont know a little more precisely what will happen in the Periphery, how can you so guide actions as to make sure the Periphery goes, rather than Trantor?By keeping a close eye on both and trying to stabilize Trantor and not trying to stabilize the Periphery. We cant expect psychohistory to order events automatically without much greater knowledge of its workings, so we have to make use of constant manual controls, so to declare. In days to come, the technique will be refined and the take for manual control will decrease.But that, said Dors, is in days to come. Right?Right. And even that is only a hope.And just what kind of instabilities jeopardise Trantor-if we hang on to the Periphery?The same possibilities-economic and social factors, natural disasters, pushy rivalries among high officials. And something more. I have de scribed the Empire to Yugo as being overheated-and Trantor is the most overheated portion of all. It seems to be breaking down. The infrastructure-water supply, heating, waste disposal, burn lines, everything-seems to be having unusual problems and thats something Ive been turning my attention to more and more lately.What about the death of the Emperor?Seldon spread his hands. That happens inevitably, but Cleon is in good health. Hes only my age, which I wish was younger, but he isnt too old. His son is tout ensemble inadequate for the succession, but there will be enough claimants. more than than enough to cause trouble and make his death distressing, but it might not prove a total catastrophe-in the historic sense.Lets say his assassination, then.Seldon looked up nervously. Dont say that. Even if were shielded, dont use the word.Hari, dont be foolish. Its an eventuality that must be reckoned with. There was a time when the Joranumites might have taken reason and, if they had, the Emperor, one way or another-Probably not. He would have been more useful as a figurehead. And in any case, forget it. Joranum god last year on Nishaya, a rather pathetic figure.He had followers.Of course. Everyone has followers. Did you ever come across the world-wideist party on my native world of Helicon in your studies of the early history of the Kingdom of Trantor and of the Galactic Empire?No, I havent. I dont want to hurt your feelings, Hari, but I dont recall advent across any piece of history in which Helicon vie a role.Im not hurt, Dors. Happy the world without a history, I always say. In any case, about twenty-four hundred years ago, there arose a group of people on Helicon who were quite convince that Helicon was the only inhabited globe in the origination. Helicon was the Universe and beyond it there was only a solid sphere of riffle speckled with tiny stars.How could they believe that? said Dors. They were part of the Empire, I presume.Yes, but Globalists ins isted that all evidence to the effect that the Empire existed was either illusion or deliberate deceit, that Imperial emissaries and officials were Heliconians playing a part for some reason. They were perfectly immune to reason.And what happened?I suppose its always pleasant to think that your particular world is the world. At their peak, the Globalists may have persuaded 10 percent of the population of the planet to be part of the movement. Only 10 percent, but they were a vehement minority that drowned out the indifferent majority and threatened to take over.But they didnt, did they?No, they didnt. What happened was that Globalism caused a diminishing of Imperial trade and the Heliconian economy slid into the doldrums. When the article of belief began to affect the pocketbooks of the population, it lost popularity rapidly. The rise and fall puzzled many at the time, but psychohistory, Im sure, would have shown it to be inevitable and would have made it redundant to give it any thought.I see. But, Hari, what is the point of this story? I presume theres some connection with what we were discussing.The connection is that much(prenominal) movements never completely die, no matter how ridiculous their tenets may seem to sane people. Right now, on Helicon, right now there are still Globalists. Not many, but every once in a while seventy or eighty of them get together in what they call a Global Congress and take enormous pleasure in talking to each other about Globalism. Well, it is only ten years since the Joranumite movement seemed such a terrible threat on this world and it would not be at all surprising if there werent still some remnants left. There may still be some remnants a thousand years from now.Isnt it possible that a remnant may be dangerous?I doubt it. It was Jo-Jos charisma that made the movement dangerous-and hes deceased. He didnt even die a gun for hireic death or one that was in any way remarkable he just withered away and died in exile, a broken man.Dors stood up and walked the length of the room quickly, swinging her accouterments at her sides and clenching her fists. She returned and stood before the pose Seldon.Hari, she said, let me speak my mind. If psychohistory points to the possibility of serious disturbances on Trantor, then if there are Joranumites still left, they may still be plotting the Emperors death.Seldon laughed nervously. You jump at shadows, Dors. Relax.But he found that he could not dismiss what she had said quite that easily.5The Wye Sector had a tradition of opposition to the Entun Dynasty of Cleon I that had been ruling the Empire for over two centuries. The opposition dated back to a time when the line of Mayors of Wye had contributed members who had served as Emperor. The Wyan Dynasty had neither lasted long nor had it been conspicuously successful, but the people and rulers of Wye found it uncontrollable to forget that they had once been-however imperfectly and temporarily-supreme. The brief period when Rashelle, as the unauthorised Mayor of Wye, had challenged the Empire, eighteen years earlier, had added both to Wyes pride and to its frustration.All this made it reasonable that the small band of leading conspirators should feel as safe in Wye as they would feel anywhere on Trantor.Five of them sat around a table in a room in a run-down portion of the sector. The room was poorly furnished but well shielded.In a chair which, by its marginal favorable position in quality to the others, sat the man who might well be judged to be the leader. He had a thin face, a sallow complexion, and a wide mouth with lips so pale as to be close to invisible. There was a touch of gray in his hair, but his eye burned with an inextinguishable anger.He was staring at the man seated exactly opposite him-distinctly older and softer, his hair almost white, his plump cheeks care to quiver when he spoke.The leader said sharply, Well? It is quite unmingled that you have done nothing. E xplain thatThe older man said, I am an old Joranumite, Namarti. Why do I have to explain my actions? dramatic play Deen Namarti, once the right-hand man of Laskin Jo-Jo Joranum, said, There are many old Joranumites. Some are incompetent, some are soft, some have forgotten. creation an old Joranumite may mean no more than that one is an old fool.The older man sat back in his chair. Are you art me an old fool? Me? Kaspal Kaspalov? I was with Jo-Jo when you had not yet joined the party, when you were a ragged nothing in search of a cause.I am not calling you a fool, said Namarti sharply. I say only when that some old Joranumites are fools. You have a chance now to show me that you are not one of them.My association with Jo-Jo-Forget that. Hes deadI should think his spirit lives on.If that thought will help us in our fight, then his spirit lives on. But to others-not to us. We know he made mistakes.I deny that.Dont insist on making a hero out of a mere man who made mistakes. He thoug ht he could move the Empire by the strength of oratory alone, by words-History shows that words have moved mountains in the past.Not Joranums words, obviously, because he made mistakes. He hid his Mycogenian origins far too clumsily. Worse, he let himself be tricked into accusing First Minister Eto Demerzel of being a robot. I warned him against that accusation, but he wouldnt listen-and it disgraceed him. Now lets start fresh, shall we? Whatever use we make of Joranums memory for outsiders, let us not ourselves be transfixed by it.Kaspalov sat silent. The other three transferred their gaze from Namarti to Kaspalov and back, content to let Namarti consider the weight of the discussion.With Joranums exile to Nishaya, the Joranumite movement fell apart and seemed to vanish, said Namarti harshly. It would, indeed, have vanished-but for me. Bit by bit and rubble by rubble, I rebuilt it into a network that extends over all of Trantor. You know this, I take it.I know it, Chief, mumbled Kaspalov. The use of the title made it plain that Kaspalov was seeking reconciliation.Namarti smiled tightly. He did not insist on the title, but he always enjoyed sense of hearing it used. He said, Youre part of this network and you have your duties.Kaspalov stirred. He was clearly debating with himself internally and finally he said slowly, You tell me, Chief, that you warned Joranum against accusing the old First Minister of being a robot. You say he didnt listen, but at least you had your say. May I have the same privilege of pointing out what I think is a mistake and have you listen to me as Joranum listened to you, even if, like him, you dont take the advice given you?Of course you can speak your piece, Kaspalov. You are here in order that you might do so. What is your point?These new tactics of ours, Chief, are a mistake. They create disruption and do damage.Of course They are designed to do that. Namarti stirred in his seat, exacting his anger with an effort. Joranum tried persuasion. It didnt work. We will bring Trantor down by action.For how long? And at what cost?For as long as it takes-and at very little cost, actually. A power stoppage here, a water break there, a sewage backup, an air-conditioning halt. Inconvenience and discomfort-thats all it means.Kaspalov shook his head. These things are cumulative.Of course, Kaspalov, and we want public dismay and resentment to be cumulative, too. Listen, Kaspalov. The Empire is decaying. Everyone knows that. Everyone capable of good for you(p) thought knows that. The technology will fail here and there, even if we do nothing. Were just helping it along a little.Its dangerous, Chief. Trantors infrastructure is incredibly complicated. A careless push may bring it down in ruins. pull the wrong string and Trantor may topple like a rest home of cards.It hasnt so far.It may in the future. And what if the people find out that we are behind it? They would tear us apart. There would be no need to call in the sec urity establishment or the armed forces. Mobs would destroy us.How would they ever learn enough to blame us? The natural brand for the peoples resentment will be the government-the Emperors advisers. They will never look beyond that.And how do we live with ourselves, knowing what we have done?This last was asked in a whisper, the old man clearly moved by strong emotion. Kaspalov looked pleadingly across the table at his leader, the man to whom he had imprecate allegiance. He had done so in the belief that Namarti would truly push to bear the standard of freedom passed on by Jo-Jo Joranum now Kaspalov wondered if this is how Jo-Jo would have wanted his dream to come to pass.Namarti clucked his tongue, much as a reproachful parent does when confronting an errant child.Kaspalov, you cant seriously be turning sentimental on us, are you? Once we are in power, we will pick up the pieces and rebuild. We will gather in the people with all of Joranums old talk of popular participation in government, with greater representation, and when we are firmly in power we will establish a more efficient and bruising government. We will then have a better Trantor and a stronger Empire. We will set up some sort of discussion system whereby representatives of other worlds can talk themselves into a daze-but we will do the governing.Kaspalov sat there, irresolute.Namarti smiled joylessly. You are not certain? We cant lose. Its been working perfectly and it will continue working perfectly. The Emperor doesnt know whats going on. He hasnt the faintest notion. And his First Minister is a mathematician. He ruined Joranum, true, but since then he has done nothing.He has something called-called-Forget it. Joranum attached a great deal of importance to it, but it was a part of his being Mycogenian, like his robot mania. This mathematician has nothing-Historical analytic thinking or something like that. I heard Joranum once say-Forget it. estimable do your part. You handle the ventil ation in the Anemoria Sector, dont you? Very well, then. Have it conk out in a manner of your choosing. It either shuts down so that the humidness rises or it produces a peculiar odor or something else. None of this will kill anyone, so dont get yourself into a fever of virtuous guilt. You will simply make people uncomfortable and raise the general level of discomfort and annoyance. Can we depend on you?But what would only be discomfort and annoyance to the young and healthy may be more than that to infants, the aged, and the sickAre you going to insist that no one at all must be hurt?Kaspalov mumbled something.Namarti said, Its impossible to do anything with a guarantee that no one at all will be hurt. You just do your job. Do it in such a way that you hurt as few as possible-if your conscience insists upon it-but do itKaspalov said, Look I have one thing more to say, Chief.Then say it, said Namarti wearily.We can spend years poking at the infrastructure. The time must come when y ou take advantage of gathering dissatisfaction to seize the government. How do you intend to do that?You want to know exactly how well do it?Yes. The fast-breaking we strike, the more limited the damage, the more efficiently the surgery is performed.Namarti said slowly, I have not yet decided on the nature of this running(a) strike. But it will come. Until then, will you do your part?Kaspalov nodded his head in resignation. Yes, Chief.Well then, go, said Namarti with a sharp gesture of dismissal.Kaspalov rose, turned, and left. Namarti watched him go. He said to the man at his right, Kaspalov is not to be trusted. He has sold out and its only so that he can betray us that he wants to know my plans for the future. Take care of him.The other nodded and all three left, deviation Namarti alone in the room. He switched off the glowing wall panels, expiration only a lonely square in the ceiling to provide the light that would keep him from being entirely in the darkness.He thought Eve ry chain has weak links that must be eliminated. We have had to do this in the past and the result is that we have an organization that is untouchable.And in the dimness, he smiled, twisting his face into a kind of feral joy. afterward all, the network extended even into the Palace itself-not quite firmly, not quite reliably, but it was there. And it would be strengthened.