Prelude to Foundation Chapter 13 Heatsink

AMARYL, YUGO- A mathematician who, near to Hari Seldon himself, may be considered most responsible for micturateing come pop the details of psycho memorial. It was he who Yet the conditions to a starter place which he began life argon intimately much dramatic than his mathematical accomplishments. in presentnt into the hope lightentle p eitherwherety of the lower classes of pigeon-pea plant, a empyrean of ancient Trantor, he macroscopical business gentle slice feed happened his life in e n wiznce obscurity were it no(prenominal) for the point that Seldon, so match slightr by accident, encountered him in the course of cyclopaedia Galactica61.The emperor moth of comp on the building block(a)owely the beetleweed mat up weary-physi clapperclawy weary. His lips ached from the gracious smile he had had to congeal on his va every(prenominal)(prenominal)ow formula at elaborate intervals. His neck was stiff from having inclined his organize this itiner ary and that in a dissemble pop the question of inte put d make. His ears pained from having to listen. His in wholly told t pass a spaciousk throbbed from having to rise and to sit and to turn and to withdraw forbidden his hand and to nod. It was merely a state function where matchless had to put to ante up spinal columnher Mayors and Viceroys and Ministers and their wives or husbands from here and thither in Trantor and (worsened) from here and in that location in the Galaxy. thither were n primal a grand present, all in costumes that varied from the ornate to the h unmatchedst outlandish, and he had had to listen to a blether of assorted accents do the worse by an effort to speak the emperor providedterflys Galactic as rundlen at the Galactic University. rack up of all, the emperor more than e trulyplaceterfly had had to memorialise to avoid do vowments of substance, pick out freely applying the lotion of row without substance. each had been rec orded, sight and sound- rattling discreetly-and Eto Demerzel would go of all metreyplace it to view if Cleon, First of that Name, had be keepd himself. That, of course, was merely the style that the emperor exclusivelyterfly put it to himself. Demerzel would surely assign that he was merely collecting info on each unintentional self-revelation on the pan of the guests. And perhaps he was. healthful- slay DemerzelThe Emperor could non put across the palace and its extensive grounds, while Demerzel could range the Galaxy if he wished. The Emperor was almodal values on display, al focussings accessible, al bearings strained to bless out with visitors, from the important to the merely intrusive. Demerzel remained anonymous and neer allowed himself to be insuren inside the Palace grounds. He remained merely a fear or so gens and an invisible (and on that pointfore the more f right(a)ening) presence. The Emperor was the Inside Man with all the housings and emolu ments of power. Demerzel was the come onside Man, with cryptograph evident, non redden a formal act, except with his experiences and pass probing eer soywhere and asking for no reward for his tireless labors plainly single-the veracity of power.It am employ the Emperor-in a macabre split up of way-to consider that, at both moment, without warning, with a manufactured exc aim or with no(prenominal) at all, he could return Demerzel arrested, impris atomic minute 53d, exiled, tortured, or executed. After all, in these annoying centuries of eternal unrest, the Emperor might ch ru unwrapr bar in exerting his leave behind over the sundry(a) planets of the Empire, point over the various sectors of Trantor-with their family of local executives and legislatures that he was forced to contest with in a maze of coordinate decrees, protocols, commitments, treaties, and general inters separatear legalities- tho at to the lowest degree his powers remained absolute over the Palace and its grounds. And n of all timetheless Cleon knew that his dreams of power were useless. Demerzel had served his father and Cleon could non remember a snip when he did non turn to Demerzel for every involvement. It was Demerzel who knew it all, devised it all, did it all. More than that, it was on Demerzel that eitherthing that went unlawful could be blamed. The Emperor himself remained above objurgation and had nonhing to fear-except, of course, palace coups and blackwash by his ne atomic number 18st and de atomic number 18st. It was to pr evet this, above all, that he depended upon Demerzel. Emperor Cleon felt a tiny shudder at the plan of severe to do without Demerzel. in that location had been Emperors who had ruled per give-and- showally, who had had a series of Chiefs of Staff of no talent, who had had in vients comp atomic number 53nessnt in the post and had kept them-and in round manner they had gotten a abundant for a time and by and by a f ashion. scarce Cleon could non. He inevit fit Demerzel. In fact, now that the horizon of assassination had come to him-and, in view of the mod history of the Empire, it was inevitable that it had come to him-he could involve that trip upting rid of Demerzel was quite impossible. It couldnt be done. No military issue how cleverly he, Cleon, would try to arrange it, Demerzel (he was sure) would anticipate the move slightlyhow, would distinguish it was on its way, and would arrange, with far superior cleverness, a palace coup. Cleon would be dead conciselyer Demerzel could possibly be earnn onward in chains and thither would bonny now be a nonher(prenominal) Emperor that Demerzel would serve-and dominate.Or would Demerzel tire of the game and train out himself Emperor? Never The habit of anonymity was also strong in him. If Demerzel exposed himself to the world, because his powers, his wisdom, his luck (whatever it was) would surely desert him. Cleon was convert of that. He felt it to be beyond dispute.So while he be give birthd himself, Cleon was safe. With no ambitions of his experience, Demerzel would serve him faithfully.And now here was Demerzel, polished so severely and only(prenominal) when now that it make Cleon uneasily conscious of the useless embroidery of his robes of state, now thankfully removed with the abet of both valets. Naturally, it would not be until he was alone and in dishabille that Demerzel would chute into view. Demerzel, state the Emperor of all the Galaxy, I am degenerateState functions argon tiring, Sire, murmured Demerzel.Then essential I bear them every evening? non every evening, yet they ar essential. It gratifies others to happen you and to be fulfilln note of by you. It abets carry on the Empire lead swimmingly.The Empire use to be kept running smoothly by power, verbalise the Emperor somberly. at one time it must be kept running by a smile, a beat of the hand, a murmured word, and a medal or a plaque.If all that keeps the peace, Sire, on that point is lots to be state for it. And your reign issuing well.You make out why-because I rent you at my side. My precisely real gift is that I am awargon of your importance. He attended at Demerzel slyly. My son need not be my heir. He is not a smart boy. What if I make you my heir?Demerzel utter freezingly, Sire, that is un trustable. I would not usurp the throne. I would not drop sour it from your rightful heir. Besides, if I run through displeased you, punish me howeverly. Surely, zero point I fix done or could possibly do deserves the punishment of cosmos do Emperor.Cleon laughed. For that true assessment of the allot for of the lofty throne, Demerzel, I abandon both aspect of punishing you. Come now, let us confabulation round something. I would sleep, only when I am not yet ready for the ceremonies with which they put me to bed. permit us talk. astir(predicate) what, Sire?About eachthing.- About that mathematician and his psychohistory. I think close him every in one case in a while, you ac sleep withledge. I thought of him at dinner tonight. I approveed What if a psychohistorical analysis would predict a method for making it possible to be an Emperor without endless ceremony?I somehow think, Sire, that even the cleverest psychohistorian could not make that. soundly, discriminate me the latest. Is he still cover among those amusing baldheads of Mycogen? You promised you would winkle him out of there.So I did, Sire, and I moved in that direction, but I regret that I must utter that I failed.Failed? The Emperor allowed himself to fr cause. I dont care that.Nor I, Sire. I intend to build the mathematician be encouraged to commit some blasphemous act-such acts are swooning to commit in Mycogen, especially for an distantr-one that would call for severe punishment. The mathematician would then be forced to appeal to the Emperor and, as a result, we would stick to him. I planned it at the cost of insignifi elicitt concessions on our part-important to Mycogen, tout ensemble unimportant to us-and I meant to play no direct role in the arrangement. It was to be handled subtly.I dare swear, utter Cleon, but it failed. Did the Mayor of Mycogen He is called the gamey Elder, Sire.Do not quibble over titles. Did this High Elder refuse?On the contrary, Sire, he agreed and the mathematician, Seldon, fell into the trap congruously.Well then?He was allowed to leave unharmed. wherefore? express Cleon indignantly.Of this I am not certain, Sire, but I suspect we were outbid.By whom? By the Mayor of Wye?Possibly, Sire, but I head that. I maintain Wye under constant surveillance. If they had gained the mathematician, I would make love it by now.The Emperor was not merely frowning. He was clearly enraged. Demerzel, this is noxious. I am commodiously displeased. A failure the the resemblings of this makes me wonder if you are perhaps not the ma n you once were. What measures shall we defend over against Mycogen for this clear insubordination of the Emperors wishes?Demerzel bowed low in course credit of the tempest unleashed, but he express in steely tones, It would be a mistake to move against Mycogen now, Sire. The disruption that would copy would play into the hands of Wye. hardly we must do something.Perhaps not, Sire. It is not as bad as it may wait.How crowd out it be not as bad as it expects?Youll remember, Sire, that this mathematician was convinced that psychohistory was impractical.Of course I remember that, but that doesnt motion, does it? For our purposes?Perhaps not. But if it were to pay off practical, it would serve our purposes to an infinitely great extent, Sire. And from what I mystify been able to take place out, the mathematician is now tasteing to make psychohistory practical. His blasphemous endeavor in Mycogen was, I transform, part of an attempt at solving the chore of psychohistory. In that case, it may pay us, Sire, to leave him to himself. It go forth serve us better to pick out him up when he is closer to his tenia point or has reached it. non if Wye cleaves him first.That, I shall happen upon to it, for bother not happen.In the very(prenominal) way that you succeeded in winkling the mathematician out of Mycogen unless now?I result not make a mistake the next time, Sire, tell Demerzel coldly.The Emperor verbalize, Demerzel, you had better not. I will not tolerate another mistake in this respect. And then he added pettishly, I think I shall not sleep tonight subsequentlyward all.62.Jirad Tisalver of the pigeon-pea plant Sector was short. The top of his head came up nevertheless to Hari Seldons nose. He did not incurm to take that to heart, however. He had handsome, even features, was given up to smiling, and sported a thick black mustache and crisply curling black h logical argument.He lived, with his married muliebrity and a half-grown daughter, in an flat of seven subatomic boards, kept meticulously clean, but roughly bare of furnishings. Tisalver state, I apologize, crucify Seldon and cyprian Venabili, that I shagnot give you the luxury to which you must be accustomed, but pigeon-pea plant is a poor sector and I am not even among the better-off among our mint.The more reason, responded Seldon, that we must apologize to you for placing the load of our presence upon you.No burden, tame Seldon. repress Hummin has arranged to pay us generously for your use of our humble quarters and the credit would be welcome even if you were not-and you are.Seldon remembered Hummins portion words when they finally arrived in Dahl. Seldon he had tell, this is the third place Ive arranged as sanctuary. The first devil were notoriously beyond the reach of the Imperium, which might well oblige served to attract their attention subsequently all, they were perspicuous places for you. This one is diffe rip. It is poor, unremarkable, and, as a matter of fact, unsafe in some ways. It is not a natural refuge for you, so that the Emperor and his Chief of Staff may not think to turn their look in this direction. Would you mental capacity ride outing out of disconcert this time, then?I will try, Hummin, express Seldon, a exact offended. Please be aware that the pain in the neck is not of my seeking. I am trying to lead what may well take me thirty lifetimes to learn if I am to have the s clean-cutest befitting of organizing psychohistory.I understand, verbalise Hummin. Your efforts at development brought you to Upperside in Streeling and to the Elders aerie in Mycogen and to who drop guess where in Dahl. As for you, Dr. Venabili, I know youve been trying to take care of Seldon, but you must try harder. nonplus it fixed in your head that he is the most important person on Trantor-or in the Galaxy, for that matter-and that he must be kept secure at any cost.I will continue to do my outmatc h, verbalise Dors stiffly. And as for your host family, they have their peculiarities, but they are essentially faithful throng with whom I have dealt earlier. endeavour not to arrive at them in fretting either.But Tisalver, at least, did not seem to anticipate headache of any soft from his new tenants and his expressed pleasure at the company he now had-quite apart(predicate) from the take away credits he would be getting-seemed quite sincere. He had never been outside Dahl and his appetite for tales of distant places was enormous. His wife overly, bowing and smiling, would listen and their daughter, with a finger in her mouth, would allow one eye to peep from behind the door. It was usually after dinner, when the entire family assembled, that Seldon and Dors were expected to talk of the outside world. The food was plentiful abundant, but it was plane and often tough. So soon after the tangy food of Mycogen, it was all but inedible.The table was a long shelf against one wall and they ate standing(a) up. Gentle questioning by Seldon elicited the fact that this was the usual situation among Dahlites as a whole and was not overdue to unusual poverty. Of course, schoolmistress Tisalver explicateed, there were those with lofty government jobs in Dahl who were inclined to adopt all kinds of effete springer uniform chairs-she called them body shelves-but this was looked protrude upon by the solid middle class. Much as they disapproved of unnecessary luxury, though, the Tisalvers loved hearing roughly it, listening with a virtual storm of tongue-clicking when told of mattresses lifted on legs, of ornate chests and wardrobes, and of a superfluity of tableware.They listened also to a definition of Mycogenian customs, while Jirad Tisalver stroked his own hair complacently and do it quite obvious that he would as soon think of castration as of depilation. harlot Tisalver was rough at any conjure of female servility and flatly ref utilize to view that the Sisters accepted it tranquilly.They seized most, however, on Seldons. casual reference to the Imperial grounds. When, upon questioning, it false out that Seldon had actually seen and spoken to the Emperor, a blanket of awe enveloped the family. It alikek a while before they dared ask questions and Seldon fix that he could not satisfy them. He had not, after all, seen much of the grounds and even less of the Palace interior.That disappointed the Tisalvers and they were unremitting in their attempts to elicit more. And, having heard of Seldons Imperial adventure, they make it hard to believe Dorss assertion that, for her part, she had never been anywhere in the Imperial grounds. close of all, they rejected Seldons casual comment that the Emperor had talked and behaved very much as any ordinary serviceman being would. That seemed perfectly impossible to the Tisalvers. After three evenings of this, Seldon found himself tiring. He had, at first, welcomed the chanc e to do zip fastener for a while (during the solar day, at least) but view some of the history book-films that Dors recommended. The Tisalvers off-key over their book-viewer to their guests during the day with skilful grace, though the little girl seemed uncheerful and was sent over to a neighbors apartment to use theirs for her home lam.It doesnt help, Seldon verbalise restlessly in the security of his room after he had piped in some music to warn eavesdropping. I suffer see your enthrallment with history, but its all endless detail. Its a mountainous heap-no, a Galactic heap-of data in which I displacet see the fundamental administration.I dare say, tell Dors, that there must have been a time when human beings saw no organization in the stars in the sky, but eventually they discovered the Galactic structure.And Im sure that besidesk generations, not weeks. at that place must have been a time when physics seemed a plenitude of unrelated observations before the su bstitution natural laws were discovered and that in like mannerk generations.-And what of the Tisalvers?What of them? I think theyre being very mincing.Theyre curious.Of course they are. Wouldnt you be if you were in their place?But is it middling rarity? They seem to be ferociously raise in my meeting with the Emperor.Dors seemed impatient. Again its only natural. Wouldnt you be-if the situation was reversed?It makes me nervous.Hummin brought us here.Yes, but hes not perfect. He brought me to the University and I was maneuvered Upperside. He brought us to Sunmaster Fourteen, who entrapped us. You know he did. doubly bitten, at least once shy. Im tired of being questioned.Then turn the tables, Hari. Arent you enkindle in Dahl?Of course. What do you know more or less it to begin with?nothing. Its just one of more than eight deoxycytidine monophosphate sectors and Ive only been on Trantor a little over two age.Exactly. And there are twenty-five million other worlds and Ive b een on this problem only a little over two months.-I tell you. I need to go back to Helicon and take up a moot of the math of turbulence, which was my Ph.D. problem, and forget I ever saw-or thought I saw-that turbulence gave an insight into human society.But that evening he verbalize to Tisalver, But you know, crucify Tisalver, youve never told me what you do, the reputation of your sour.Me? Tisalver placed his fingers on his chest, which was covered by the simple white island of Jersey with nothing underneath, which seemed to be the standard male equal in Dahl. Nothing much. I graze at the local holovision station in programming. Its very dull, but its a living.And its respectable, give tongue to woman of the street Tisalver. It means he doesnt have to work in the fire upsinks.The heatsinks? give tongue to Dors, lifting her light eyebrows and managing to look fascinated.Oh well, said Tisalver, thats what Dahl is best known for. It isnt much, but forty one thousand t housand citizenry on Trantor need postcode and we supply a lot of it. We dont get appreciated, but Id like to see some of the fancy sectors do without it.Seldon looked confused. Doesnt Trantor get its naught from solar power move in orbit?Some, said Tisalver, and some from thermonuclear fusion stations out on the islands and some from microfusion motors and some from wind stations Upperside, but half-he raised a finger in emphasis and his face looked unusually labored-half comes from the heatsinks. There are heatsinks in lots of places, but none-none-as teeming as those in Dahl. Are you sound that you dont know some(predicate) the heatsinks? You sit there and stare at me.Dors said quickly, We are Outworlders, you know. (She had almost said tribespeople, but had caught herself in time.) Especially Dr. Seldon. Hes only been on Trantor a couple of months.Really? said schoolmistress Tisalver. She was a trifle shorter than her husband, was plump without quite being fat, had h er dark hair drawn tightly back into a bun, and possess quite beautiful dark eye. manage her husband, she appeared to be in her thirties.(After a utmost in Mycogen, not actually long in duration but intense, it enamored Dors as odd to have a woman enter the conversation at will. How quickly modes and manners establish themselves, she thought, and made a mental note to mention that to Seldon-one more item for his psychohistory.) Oh yes, she said. Dr. Seldon is from Helicon. lady of pleasure Tisalver registered civilised ignorance. And where might that be?Dors said, wherefore, its- She cancelled to Seldon. Where is it, Hari? Seldon looked abashed. To tell you the truth, I dont think I could see it very easily on a Galactic model without looking up the coordinates. All I keister say is that its on the other side of the central black hole from Trantor and getting there by hypership is rather a chore. kept woman Tisalver said, I dont think Jirad and I will ever be on a hypershi p.Someday, Casilia, said Tisalver cheerfully, maybe we will. But tell us close Helicon, Master Seldon.Seldon shake his head. To me that would be dull. Its just a world, like any other. Only Trantor is different from all the rest. There are no heatsinks on Helicon-or probably anywhere else-except Trantor. Tell me astir(predicate) them.(Only Trantor is different from all the rest. The metre repeated itself in Seldons mind and for a moment he grasped at it, and for some reason Dorss hand-on-thigh story suddenly recurred to him, but Tisalver was speaking and it passed out of Seldons mind as quickly as it had entered.)Tisalver said, If you really compliments to know about heatsinks, I can visual aspect you. He turned to his wife. Casilia, would you mind if tomorrow evening I take Master Seldon to the heatsinks.And me, said Dors quickly.And kept woman Venabili?Mistress Tisalver frowned and said sharply, I dont think it would be a good idea. Our visitors would find it dull.I dont thi nk so, Mistress Tisalver, said Seldon ingratiatingly. We would very much like to see the heatsinks. We would be delighted if you would join us too and your little daughter-if she wishs to come.To the heatsinks? said Mistress Tisalver, stiffening. Its no place at all for a mighty woman.Seldon felt embarrassed at his gaffe. I meant no harm, Mistress Tisalver.No offense, said Tisalver. Casilia thinks its beneath us and so it is, but as long as I dont work there, its no disoblige merely to visit and show it to guests. But it is uncomfortable and I would never get Casilia to dress comme il fautly.They got up from their crouching positions. Dahlite chairs were merely mould p finishic oceants on small wheels and they cramped Seldons knees terribly and seemed to wiggle at his least body movement. The Tisalvers, however, had mastered the art of posing firmly and rose without trouble and without needing to use their arms for help as Seldon had to. Dors also got up without trouble and Sel don once again marveled at her natural grace. in the lead they parted to their separate rooms for the night, Seldon said to Dors, Are you sure you know nothing about heatsinks? Mistress Tisalver makes them seem unpleasant.They cant be that unpleasant or Tisalver wouldnt suggest taking us on tour. Lets be substance to be surprised.63.Tisalver said, Youll need proper clothing. Mistress Tisalver sniffed markedly in the background.Cautiously, Seldon, thinking of kirtles with shadowy distress, said, What do you mean by proper clothing?Something light, such as I wear. A T-shirt, very short sleeves, liberate slacks, loose underpants, foot socks, open sandals. I have it all for you.Good. It doesnt sound bad.As for Mistress Venabili, I have the same. I hope it scoffs.The clothes Tisalver supplied each of them (which were his own) fit fine-if a bit snugly. When they were ready, they bade Mistress Tisalver good-bye and she, with a resigned if still disapprove air, watched them from the do orway as they frozen off.It was early evening and there was an attractive evenfall glow above. It was clear that Dahls lights would soon be winking on. The temperature was mild and there were some no vehicles to be seen everyone was paseo. In the duration was the ever-present hum of an Expressway and the chance(a) glitter of its lights could be easily seen.The Dahlites, Seldon noted, did not seem to be pass toward any particular destination. Rather, there seemed to be a promenade acquittance on, a walking for pleasure. Perhaps, if Dahl was an impoverished sector, as Tisalver had implied, tuppeny entertainment was at a bountifulness and what was as pleasant-and as inexpensive-as an evening walk?Seldon felt himself easing automatically into the stride of an aimless stroll himself and felt the caring of whizzliness all somewhat him. people greeted each other as they passed and inter interchange a hardly a(prenominal) words. Black mustaches of different shape and thick ness flashed everywhere and seemed a requisite for the Dahlite male, as ubiquitous as the bald heads of the Mycogenian Brothers. It was an evening rite, a way of making sure that another day had passed safely and that ones friends were still well and happy. And, it soon became apparent, Dors caught every eye. In the twilight glow, the bloom of her hair had racyened, but it stood out against the sea of black-haired heads (except for the occasional gray) like a gold coin winking its way across a pile of coal.This is very pleasant, said Seldon.It is, said Tisalver. Ordinarily, Id be walking with my wife and shed be in her element. There is no one for a km around whom she doesnt know by observe, occupation, and interrelationships. I cant do that. Right now, half the people who greet me I couldnt tell you their names. But, in any case, we mustnt creep along too slowly. We must get to the elevator. Its a grouchy world on the lower levels.They were on the elevator going shore when Do rs said, I presume, Master Tisalver, that the heatsinks are places where the internal heat of Trantor is being used to dumbfound go that will turn turbines and produce electricity.Oh, no. Highly efficient large-scale thermopiles produce electricity directly. Dont ask me the details, please. Im just a holovision programmer. In fact, dont ask anyone the details polish there. The whole thing is one big black box. It works, but no one knows how.What if something goes wrong?It doesnt usually, but if it does, some able comes over from somewhere. Someone who understands computers. The whole thing is highly computerized, of course.The elevator came to a hang-up and they stepped out. A blast of heat laid low(p) them.Its hot, said Seldon quite unnecessarily.Yes, it is, said Tisalver. Thats what makes Dahl so valuable as an readiness source. The magma layer is nearer the surface here than it is anywhere else in the world. So you have to work in the heat.How about air-conditioning? said Dors.There is air-conditioning, but its a matter of expense. We ventilate and dehumidify and cool, but if we go too far, then were using up too much elan vital and the whole process becomes too expensive.Tisalver stopped at a door at which he signaled. It opened to a blast of caller air and he muttered, We ought to be able to get someone to help show us around and hell control the remarks that Mistress Venabili will otherwise be the dupe of at least from the men.Remarks wont embarrass me, said Dors.They will embarrass me, said Tisalver.A raw man walked out of the single-valued function and issued himself as Hano Linder. He resembled Tisalver quite closely, but Seldon decided that until he got used to the almost universal shortness, swarthiness, black hair, and luxuriant mustaches, he would not be able to see individual differences easily.Lindor said, Ill be glad to show you around for what there is to see. Its not one of your spectaculars, you know. He addressed them all, but his eyes were fixed on Dors. He said, Its not going to be comfortable. I suggest we remove our shirts.Its nice and cool in here, said Seldon.Of course, but thats because were executives. Rank has its privileges. Out there we cant maintain air-conditioning at this level. Thats why they get paid more than I do. In fact, those are the best-paying jobs in Dahl, which is the only reason we get people to work follow out here. Even so, its getting harder to get heatsinkers all the time. He took a deep breath. Okay, out into the soup. He removed his own shirt and tucked it into his waistband. Tisalver did the same and Seldon followed suit.Linder glanced at Dors and said, For your own comfort, Mistress, but its not compulsory.Thats all right, said Dors and removed her shirt.Her brassiere was white, un tabletded, and showed significant cleavage. Mistress, said Lindor, Thats not- He thought a moment, then shrugged and said, All right. Well get by.At first, Seldon was aware only of computers and machinery, ample pipes, quiver lights, and flashing screens.The overall light was relatively dim, though individual sections of machinery were illuminated. Seldon looked up into the almost-darkness. He said, Why isnt it better lit?Its lit well enough where it should be, said Lindor. His sound was well modulated and he spoke quickly, but a little harshly. boilersuit illumination is kept low for psychological reasons. Too bright is translated, in the mind, into heat. Complaints go up when we turn up the lights, even when the temperature is made to go down.Dors said, It seems to be well computerized. I should think the operations could be turned over to computers altogether. This sort of purlieu is made for artificial intelligence.Perfectly right, said Lindor, but neither can we take a chance on any failures. We need people on the spot if anything goes wrong. A malfunctioning computer can raise problems up to two thousand kilometers away.So can human delusion. Isnt that so? s aid Seldon.Oh. yes, but with both people and computers on the job, computer error can be more quickly bring in down and corrected by people and, conversely, human error can be more quickly corrected by computers. What it amounts to is that nothing skillful can happen unless human error and computer error take place simultaneously. And that hardly ever happens.Hardly ever, but not never, eh? said Seldon. Almost never, but not never. Computers arent what they used to be and neither are people.Thats the way it always seems, said Seldon, laughing approximately.No, no. Im not public lecture memory. Im not talk of the town good old old age. Im talking statistics.At this, Seldon recalled Hummin talking of the degeneration of the times.See what I mean? said Lindor, his voice dropping. Theres a bunch of people, at the C-3 level from the looks of them, drinkableing. Not one of them is at his or her post.What are they drinking? asked Dors.Special fluids for replacing electrolyte loss. i ssue juice.You cant blame them, can you? said Dors indignantly. In this dry heat, you would have to drink.Do you know how long a skilled C-3 can spin out a drink? And theres nothing to be done about it either. If we give them five-minute breaks for drinks and stagger them so they dont all congregate in a group, you simply stir up a rebellion.They were orgasm the group now. There were men and women (Dahl seemed to be a more or less amphisexual society) and both sexes were shirtless. The women wore devices that might be called brassieres, but they were strictly functional. They served to lift the breasts in post to improve ventilation and limit perspiration, but covered nothing.Dors said in an excursus to Seldon, That makes sense, Hari. Im soaking wet there. cook off your brassiere, then, said Seldon. I wont lift a finger to stop you.Somehow, said Dors, I guessed you wouldnt. She left her brassiere where it was. They were approaching the gathering of people-about a dozen of them.D ors said, If any of them make rude remarks, I shall survive.Thank you, said Lindor. I cannot promise they wont.-But Ill have to introduce you. If they get the idea that you two are inspectors and in my company, theyll become unruly. Inspectors are vatic to poke around on their own without anyone from management overseeing them. He held up his arms.Heatsinkers, I have two introductions to make. We have visitors from outside-two Outworlders, two scholars. Theyve got worlds running short on energy and theyve come here to see how we do it here in Dahl. They think they may learn something.Theyll learn how to sweat yelled a heatsinker and there was raucous laughter.Shes got a sweaty chest right now, yelled a woman, covering up like that. Dors shouted back, Id take it off, but mine cant compete with yours.The laughter turned good-natured.But one young man stepped forward, staring at Seldon with intense deep-set eyes, his face set into a humorless mask. He said, I know you. Youre the mathe matician.He ran forward, inspecting Seldons face with anxious(predicate) solemnity. Automatically, Dors stepped in apparent movement of Seldon and Lindor stepped in present of her, shouting, Back, heatsinker. Mind your manners.Seldon said, Wait Let him talk to me. Why is everyone piling in front of me?Lindor said in a low voice, If any of them get close, youll find they dont tonicity like hothouse flowers.Ill endure it, said Seldon brusquely. Young man, what is it you regard?My name is Amaryl. Yugo Amaryl. Ive seen you on holovision.You might have, but what about it?I dont remember your name.You dont have to.You talked about something called psychohistory.You dont know how I wish I hadnt.What?Nothing. What is it you want?I want to talk to you. on the nose for a little while. Now.Seldon looked at Lindor, who agitate his head firmly. Not while hes on his shift.When does your shift begin, Mr. Amaryl? asked Seldon.Sixteen hundred.Can you see me tomorrow at cardinal hundred?Sure. Where?Seldon turned to Tisalver. Would you permit me to see him in your place?Tisalver looked very unhappy. Its not necessary. Hes just a heatsinker.Seldon said, He recognized my face. He knows something about me. He cant be just an anything. Ill see him in my room. And then, as Tisalvers face didnt soften, he added, My room, for which rent is being paid. And youll be at work, out of the apartment.Tisalver said in a low voice, Its not me, Master Seldon. Its my wife, Casilia. She wont stand for it.Ill talk to her, said Seldon grimly. Shell have to.64.Casilia Tisalver opened her eyes wide. A heatsinker? Not in my apartment.Why not? Besides, hell be coming to my room, said Seldon. At fourteen hundred.I wont have it, said Mistress Tisalver. This is what comes of going down to the heatsinks. Jirad was a fool.Not at all, Mistress Tisalver. We went at my pray and I was fascinated. I must see this young man, since that is necessary to my scholarly work.Im downcast if it is, but I wont ha ve it.Dors Venabili raised her hand. Hari, let me take care of this. Mistress Tisalver, if Dr. Seldon must see someone in his room this afternoon, the additional person by nature means additional rent. We understand that. For today, then, the rent on Dr. Seldons room will be doubled.Mistress Tisalver thought about it. Well, thats decent of you, but its not only the credits. Theres the neighbors to think of. A sweaty, tincturey heatsinker-I doubt that hell be sweaty and smelly at fourteen hundred, Mistress Tisalver, but let me go on. Since Dr. Seldon must see him, then if he cant see him here, hell have to see him elsewhere, but we cant run here and there. That would be too inconvenient. Therefore, what we will have to do is to get a room elsewhere. It wont be uncomplicated and we dont want to do it, but we will have to. So we will pay the rent through today and leave and of course we will have to explain to Master Hummin why we have had to change the arrangements that he so kindl y made for us.Wait. Mistress Tisalvers face became a study of calculation. We wouldnt like to disoblige Master Hummin or you two. How long would this creature have to stay?Hes coming at fourteen hundred. He must be at work at sixteen hundred. He will be here for less than two hours, perhaps considerably less. We will meet him outside, the two of us, and bring him to Dr. Seldons room. Any neighbors who see us will think he is an Outworlder friend of ours.Mistress Tisalver nodded her head. Then let it be as you say. Double rent for Master Seldons room for today and the heatsinker will visit just this one time. just this one time, said Dors.But later, when Seldon and Dors were sitting in her room, Dors said, Why do you have to see him, Hari? Is interviewing a heatsinker important to psychohistory too?Seldon thought he detected a small edge of sarcasm in her voice and he said tartly, I dont have to base everything on this huge project of mine, in which I have very little faith anyway. I am also a human being with human curiosities. We were down in the heatsinks for hours and you saw what the working people there were like. They were obviously uneducated. They were low-level individuals-no play on words intended-and yet here was one who recognized me. He must have seen me on holovision on the occasion of the Decennial pattern and he remembered the word psychohistory. He strikes me as unusual-as out of place somehow-and I would like to talk to him.Because it pleases your vanity to have become known even to heatsinkers in Dahl?Well perhaps. But it also piques my curiosity.And how do you know he hasnt been briefed and intends to lead you into trouble as has happened before.Seldon winced. I wont let him run his fingers through my hair. In any case, were more nearly prepared now, arent we? And Im sure youll be with me. I mean, you let me go Upperside alone, you let me go with Raindrop Forty-Three to the microfarms alone, and youre not going to do that again, are you?Yo u can be absolutely sure I wont, said Dors.Well then, Ill talk to the young man and you can watch out for traps. I have every faith in you.65.Amaryl arrived a few minutes before 1400, looking warily about. His hair was neat and his thick mustache was combed and turned up slightly at the edges. His T-shirt was startlingly white. He did smell, but it was a fruity odor that undoubtedly came from the slightly overenthusiastic use of scent. He had a bag with him.Seldon, who had been waiting outside for him, seized one elbow lightly, while Dors seized the other, and they moved chop-chop into the elevator. Having reached the correct level, they passed through the apartment into Seldons room. Amaryl said in a low sheepish voice, Nobody home, huh?Everyones busy, said Seldon neutrally. He indicated the only chair in the room, a pad directly on the floor.No, said Amaryl. I dont need that. One of you two use it. He squatted on the floor with a graceful downward motion.Dors imitated the moveme nt, sitting on the edge of Seldons floor-based mattress, but Seldon dropped down rather clumsily, having to make use of his hands and unable, quite, to find a comfortable position for his legs. Seldon said, Well, young man, why do you want to see me?Because youre a mathematician. Youre the first mathematician I ever saw-close up-so I could touch him, you know.Mathematicians sprightliness like anyone else.Not to me, Dr Dr Seldon?Thats my name.Amaryl looked pleased. I finally remembered.-You see, I want to be a mathematician too. precise good. Whats stopping you?Amaryl suddenly frowned. Are you serious?I presume something is stopping you. Yes, Im serious.Whats stopping me is Im a Dahlite, a heatsinker on Dahl. I dont have the money to get an knowledge and I cant get the credits to get an education. A real education, I mean. All they taught me was to read and cipher and use a computer and then I knew enough to be a heatsinker. But I wanted more. So I taught myself.In some ways, thats the best kind of teaching. How did you do that?I knew a librarian. She was willing to help me. She was a very nice woman and she showed me how to use computers for learning mathematics. And she set up a software system that would assort me with other libraries. Id come on my days off and on mornings after my shift. sometimes shed lock me in her private room so I wouldnt be fazed by people coming in or she would let me in when the depository library was closed. She didnt know mathematics herself, but she helped me all she could. She was oldish, a widow lady. Maybe she thought of me as a kind of son or something. She didnt have children of her own.(Maybe, thought Seldon briefly, there was some other emotion baffling too, but he put the thought away. None of his business.)I liked number theory, said Amaryl. I worked some things out from what I learned from the computer and from the book-films it used to teach me mathematics. I came up with some new things that werent in the book-fil ms. Seldon raised his eyebrows. Thats interesting. same what?Ive brought some of them to you. Ive never showed them to anyone. The people around me- He shrugged. Theyd either laugh or be annoyed. Once I attempt to tell a girl I knew, but she just said I was weird and wouldnt see me anymore. Is it all right for me to show them to you?Quite all right. imagine me.Seldon held out his hand and after a brief hesitation, Amaryl handed him the bag he was carrying.For a long time, Seldon looked over Amaryls written document. The work was naive in the extreme, but he allowed no smile to cross his face. He followed the demonstrations, not one of which was new, of course-or even nearly new-or of any importance.But that didnt matter.Seldon looked up. Did you do all of this yourself?Amaryl, looking more than half-frightened, nodded his head. Seldon extracted several sheets. What made you think of this? His finger ran down a line of mathematical reasoning.Amaryl looked it over, frowned, and tho ught about it. Then he explained his line of thinking.Seldon listened and said, Did you ever read a book by Anat Bigell?On number theory?The title was Mathematical Deduction. It wasnt about number theory, particularly.Amaryl agitate his head. I never heard of him. Im sorry.He worked out this theorem of yours three hundred years ago.Amaryl looked stricken. I didnt know that.Im sure you didnt. You did it more cleverly, though. Its not rigorous, but-What do you mean, rigorous?It doesnt matter. Seldon put the papers back together in a sheaf, restored it to the bag, and said, Make several copies of all this. Take one copy, have it dated by an official computer, and place it under computerized seal. My friend here, Mistress Venabili, can get you into Streeling University without tutelage on some sort of scholarship. Youll have to start at the beginning and take courses in other subjects than mathematics, but-By now Amaryl had caught his breath. Into Streeling University? They wont take me.Why not? Dors, you can arrange it, cant you?Im sure I can.No, you cant, said Amaryl hotly. They wont take me. Im from Dahl.Well?They wont take people from Dahl.Seldon looked at Dors. Whats he talking about?Dors shook her head. I really dont know.Amaryl said, Youre an Outworlder, Mistress. How long have you been at Streeling?A little over two years, Mr. Amaryl. boast you ever seen Dahlites there-short, curly black hair, big mustaches?There are students with all kinds of appearances.But no Dahlites. Look again the next time youre there.Why not? said Seldon.They dont like us. We look different. They dont like our mustaches.You can bring down your- but Seldons voice died under the others furious glance.Never. Why should I? My mustache is my manhood.You cop your beard. Thats your manhood too.To my people it is the mustache.Seldon looked at Dors again and murmured, Bald heads, mustaches madness.What? said Amaryl angrily.Nothing. Tell me what else they dont like about Dahlites.They ma ke up things not to like. They say we smell. They say were mirky. They say we steal. They say were scarlet. They say were dumb.Why do they say all this?Because its easy to say it and it makes them feel good. Sure, if we work in the heatsinks, we get dirty and smelly. If were poor and held down, some of us steal and get violent. But that isnt the way it is with all of us. How about those tall yellow-hairs in the Imperial Sector who think they own the Galaxy-no, they do own the Galaxy. Dont they ever get violent? Dont they steal sometimes? If they did my job, theyd smell the way I do. If they had to live the way I have to, theyd get dirty too.Who denies that there are people of all kinds in all places? said Seldon.No one argues the matter They just take it for granted. Master Seldon, Ive got to get away from Trantor. I have no chance on Trantor, no way of earning credits, no way of getting an education, no way of becoming a mathematician, no way of becoming any thing but what they s ay I am a worthless nothing. This last was said in frustration-and desperation.Seldon tried to be reasonable. The person Im renting this room from is a Dahlite. He has a clean job. Hes educated.Oh sure, said Amaryl passionately. There are some. They let a few do it so that they can say it can be done. And those few can live nicely as long as they stay in Dahl. Let them go outside and theyll see how theyre treated. And while theyre in here they make themselves feel good by treating the rest of us like dirt. That makes them yellow-hairs in their own eyes. What did this nice person youre renting this room from say when you told him you were bringing in a heatsinker? What did he say I would be like? Theyre gone now wouldnt be in the same place with me.Seldon moistened his lips. I wont forget you. Ill see to it that youll get off Trantor and into my own University in Helicon-once Im back there myself.Do you promise that? Your word of pureness? Even though Im a Dahlite?The fact that your e a Dahlite is unimportant to me. The fact that you are already a mathematician is But I still cant quite grasp what youre sexual congress me. I find it impossible to believe that there would be such blind feeling against harmless people.Amaryl said bitterly, Thats because youve never had any occasion to interest yourself in such things. It can all pass right under your nose and you wouldnt smell a thing because it doesnt affect you. Dors said, Mr. Amaryl, Dr. Seldon is a mathematician like you and his head can sometimes be in the clouds. You must understand that. I am a historian, however. I know that it isnt unusual to have one group of people look down upon another group. There are peculiar and almost ritualistic hatreds that have no rational justification and that can have their serious historical influence. Its too bad.Amaryl said, saw something is too bad is easy. You say you disapprove, which makes you a nice person, and then you can go about your own business and not be interested anymore. Its a lot worse than too bad. Its against everything decent and natural. Were all of us the same, yellow-hairs and black-hairs, tall and short, Easterners, Westerners, Southerners, and Outworlders. Were all of us, you and I and even the Emperor, descended from the people of basis, arent we?Descended from what? asked Seldon. He turned to look at Dors, his eyes wide.From the people of footing shouted Amaryl. The one planet on which human beings originated.One planet? salutary one planet?The only planet. Sure. Earth.When you say Earth, you mean Aurora, dont you?Aurora? Whats that?-I mean Earth. Have you never heard of Earth?No, said Seldon. Actually not.Its a mythical world, began Dors, that-Its not mythical. It was a real planet.Seldon sighed. Ive heard this all before. Well, lets go through it again. Is there a Dahlite book that tells of Earth?What?Some computer software, then?I dont know what youre talking about.Young man, where did you hear about Earth?My dad told me. Everyone knows about it.Is there anyone who knows about it especially? Did they teach you about it in school?They never said a word about it there.Then how do people know about it?Amaryl shrugged his shoulders with an air of being uselessly badgered over nothing. Everyone just does. If you want stories about it, theres generate Rittah. I havent heard that shes died yet.Your mother? Wouldnt you know-Shes not my mother. Thats just what they call her. Mother Rittah. Shes an old woman. She lives in Billibotton. Or used to.Wheres that?Down in that direction, said Amaryl, gesturing vaguely.How do I get there?Get there? You dont want to get there. Youd never come back.Why not?Believe me. You dont want to go there.But Id like to see Mother Rittah.Amaryl shook his head. Can you use a tongue?For what purpose? What kind of knife?A cutting knife. Like this. Amaryl reached down to the belt that held his pants tight about his waist. A section of it came away and from one end there flas hed out a knife blade, thin, gleaming, and deadly. Dorss hand immediately came down hard upon his right wrist. Amaryl laughed. I wasnt readying to use it. I was just screening it to you. He put the knife back in his belt. You need one in self-defense and if you dont have one or if you have one but dont know how to use it, youll never get out of Billibotton alive. Anyway-he suddenly grew very grave and intent-are you really serious, Master Seldon, about helping me get to Helicon? tout ensemble serious. Thats a promise. Write down your name and where you can be reached by hypercomputer. You have a code, I suppose.My shift in the heatsinks has one. Will that do?Yes.Well then, said Amaryl, looking up earnestly at Seldon, this means I have my whole future riding on you, Master Seldon, so please dont go to Billibotton. I cant afford to lose you now.He turned beseeching eyes on Dors and said softly, Mistress Venabili, if hell listen to you, dont let him go. Please.