Forward the Foundation Chapter 21

25Hari Seldon knocked gently with an show upmoded code and Yugo Amaryl looked up. Hari, how nice of you to drop around.I should do it more often. In the old days we were together all the magazine. no there are hundreds of population to worry most-here, there, and e actuallywhere-and they get between us. Have you tryd the password?What advanceds?The junta is going to set up a pate tax-a nice substantial one. It go out be announced on TrantorVision tomorrow. It will be retributive Trantor for right a government agency and the Outer Worlds will prepare to wait. Thats a little disappointing. I had hoped it would be Empire-wide all at erst, but apparently I didnt give the ordinary enough credit for caution.Amaryl assort, Trantor will be enough. The Outer Worlds will know that their turn will follow in non too long a time.Now well feature to give ear what happens.What will happen is that the shouting will start the instant the resolution is out and the riots will b egin, notwithstanding before the new tax goes into effect. are you sure of it?Amaryl put his Prime Radiant into action at once and expanded the appropriate section. See for yourself, Hari. I dont see how that arse be misinterpreted and thats the prediction under the particular circumstances that now exist. If it doesnt happen, it means that every involvement weve worked out in psychohistory is wrong and I refuse to believe that.Ill try to dedicate courage, tell Seldon, smiling. Then How do you feel lately, Yugo?Well enough. Reasonably wellspring. And how are you, by the way? Ive copd rumors that youre beting of step downing. Even Dors said something approximately that.Pay no attention to Dors. These days shes saying all sorts of things. She has a bug in her head about some sort of jeopardy permeating the Project.What kind of d fussiness?Its better not to ask. Shes just bypast off on one of her tangents and, as always, that makes her uncontrollable.Amaryl said, See the adv antage I grow in universe single? Then, in a set about voice, If you do resign, Hari, what are your plans for the future?Seldon said, Youll take over. What other plans prat I possibly consecrate?And Amaryl smiled.26In the small conference mode in the main building, Tamwile Elar listened to Dors Venabili with a gathering look of confusion and anger on his face. Finally he burst out, ImpossibleHe rubbed his chin, therefore went on cautiously, I dont mean to offend you, Dr. Venabili, but your suggestions are disengageic-cannot be function. Theres no way in which both(prenominal)one can come back that there are, in this Psychohistory Project, both feelings so deadly as to justify your suspicions. I would certainly know if there were and I assure you there are not. Dont think it.I do think it, said Dors stubbornly, and I can chance on depict for it.Elar said, I dont know how to say this without offense, Dr. Venabili, but if a person is ingenious enough and intent enough o n proving something, he or she can describe all the evidence he or she wants-or, at least, something he or she believes is evidence.Do you think Im paranoid?I think that in your concern for the passkey-something in which Im with you all the way-youre, shall we say, overheated.Dors paused and considered Elars state workforcet. At least youre right that a person with sufficient ingenuity can find evidence anywhere. I can build a case against you, for instance.Elars eye widened as he stared at her in total astonishwork forcet. Against me? I would like to hear what case you can possibly have against me.Very well. You shall. The birthday party was your idea, wasnt it?Elar said, I thought of it, yes, but Im sure others did, too. With the Maestro moaning about his pass years, it reckoned a natural way of cheering him up.Im sure others whitethorn have thought of it, but it was you who actually pressed the issue and got my daughter-in-law fired up about it. She took over the details an d you persuaded her that it was possible to put together a really large celebration. Isnt that so?I dont know if I had any influence on her, but however if I did, whats wrong with that?In itself, nothing, but in setting up so large and widespread and prolonged a celebration, were we not advertising to the rather unstable and leery men of the junta that Hari was too popular and might be a danger to them?No one could possibly believe much(prenominal) a thing was in my encephalon.Dors said, I am merely pointing out the possibility. In planning the birthday celebration, you insisted that the central offices be un immediateened-cut out-Temporarily. For obvious reasons.-and insisted that they perch totally unoccupied for a while. No work was done-except by Yugo Amaryl-during that time.I didnt think it would hurt if the Maestro had some rest in advance of the party. Surely you cant complain about that.But it meant that you could consult with other people in the empty offices and do so in total privacy. The offices are, of stock, well shielded.I did consult there-with your daughter-in-law, with caterers, suppliers, and other tradesmen. It was absolutely necessary, wouldnt you say?And if one of those you consulted with was a member of the junta?Elar looked as though Dors had hit him. I begrudge that, Dr. Venabili. What do you take me for?Dors did not answer directly. She said, You went on to talk to Dr. Seldon about his forthcoming meeting with the General and urged him-rather pressingly-to let you take his prescribe and venting the risks that might follow. The result was, of course, that Dr. Seldon insisted rather vehemently on seeing the General himself, which one can argue was precisely what you wanted him to do.Elar emitted a terse nervous laugh. With all due respect, this does sound like paranoia, Doctor.Dors pressed on. And then, later the party, it was you, wasnt it, who was the first to suggest that a group of us go to the Domes bite Hotel?Yes and I remember you saying it was a good idea.Might it not have been suggested in order to make the junta uneasy, as insofar another example of Haris popularity? And might it not have been arranged to beguile me into invading the Palace understanding?Could I have stopped you? said Elar, his incredulity giving way to anger. You had do up your own mind about that.Dors paid no attention. And, of course, you hoped that by entering the Palace grounds I might make sufficient trouble to turn the junta even further against Hari.But why, Dr. Venabili? Why would I be doing this? one might say it was to get rid of Dr. Seldon and to succeed him as theatre director of the Project.How can you possibly think this of me? I cant believe you are serious. Youre just doing what you said you would at the start of this exercise just showing me what can be done by an ingenious mind intent on finding so-called evidence.Lets turn to something else. I said that you were in a position to use the empty rooms for private conversations and that you may have been there with a member of the junta.That is not even worth a denial.But you were overhear. A little little girl wandered into the room, curled up in a chair out of sight, and overheard your conversation.Elar frowned. What did she hear?She reported that two men were talking about death. She was completely a child and could not bear anything in detail, but two words did impress her and they were lemonade death. Now you seem to be changing from fantasy to-if youll excuse me -madness. What can lemonade death mean and what would it have to do with me?My first thought was to take it literally. The girl in inquiry is very fond of lemonade and there was a good deal of it at the party, but no one had poisoned it.Thanks for granting sanity that much.Then I realized the girl had heard something else, which her imperfect command of the language and her respect of the beverage had perverted into lemonade.And have you invented a distortion? E lar snorted.It did seem to me for a while that what she might have heard was laymen-aided death.What does that mean?An assassination carried by dint of by laymen-by nonmathematicians.Dors stopped and frowned. Her hand clutched her chest.Elar said with sudden concern, Is something wrong, Dr. Venabili?No, said Dors, appear to shake herself.For a few moments she said nothing further and Elar cleared his throat. There was no sign of amusement on his face any longer, as he said, Your comments, Dr. Venabili, are growing steadily more squiffy and-well, I dont finagle if I do offend you, but I have grown tired of them. Shall we put an end to this?We are intimately at an end, Dr. Elar. Layman-aided may indeed be ridiculous, as you say. I had trenchant that in my own mind, too. You are, in part, responsible for the development of the Electro-Clarifier, arent you?Elar seemed to stand straighter as he said with a touch of pride, Entirely responsible.Surely not entirely. I understand it wa s designed by Cinda Monay.A designer. She followed my instructions.A layman. The Electro-Clarifier is a layman-aided device.With suppressed violence Elar said, I dont think I want to hear that phrase again. Once more, shall we put an end to this?Dors forged on, as if she hadnt heard his request. Though you give her no credit now, you gave Cinda credit to her face-to keep her working(a) eagerly, I suppose. She said you gave her credit and she was very grateful because of it. She said you even called the device by her piss and yours, though thats not the official name.Of course not. Its the Electro-Clarifier.And she said she was designing improvements, intensifiers, and so on-and that you had the prototype of an advanced version of the new device for testing.What has all this to do with anything?Since Dr. Seldon and Dr. Amaryl have been working with the Electro-Clarifier, both have in some ways deteriorated. Yugo, who works with it more, has also suffered more.The Electro-Clarifier can, in no way, do that kind of damage.Dors put her hand to her forehead and momentarily winced. She said, And now you have a more intense Electro-Clarifier that might do more damage, that might shovel in quickly, rather than slowly.Absolute nonsense.Now consider the name of the device, a name which, according to the fair sex who designed it, you are the only one to use. I presume you called it the Elar-Monay Clarifier.I dont ever recall using that phrase, said Elar uneasily.Surely you did. And the new step up Elar-Monay Clarifies could he used to kill with no blame to be attached to anyone just a sad accident through a new and un act device. It would be the Elar-Monay death and a little girl heard it as lemonade death. Dorss hand groped at her side.Elar said softly, You are not well, Dr. Venabili.I am perfectly well. Am I not correct?Look, it doesnt matter what you can twist into lemonade. Who knows what the little girl may have heard? It all boils down to the deadliness of th e Electro-Clarifier. strike me into court or before a scientific investigating panel and let experts-as many as you like-check the effect of the Electro-Clarifier, even the new intensified one, on adult male beings. They will find it has no measurable effect.I dont believe that, muttered Venabili. Her hands were now at her forehead and her eyes were closed. She swayed slightly.Elar said, It is clear that you are not well, Dr. Venabili. Perhaps that means it is my turn to talk. May I?Dorss eyes opened and she simply stared.Ill take your silence for consent, Doctor. Of what use would it be for me to try to to get rid of Dr. Seldon and Dr. Amaryl in order to take my place as director? You would prevent any attempt I made at assassination, as you now think you are doing. In the improbable case that I succeeded in such a project and was rid of the two great men, you would tear me to pieces afterwardsward. Youre a very unusual woman-strong and fast beyond belief-and while you are ali ve, the Maestro is safe.Yes, said Dors, glowering.I told this to the men of the junta. Why should they not consult me on matters involving the Project? They are very interested in psychohistory, as well they ought to be. It was difficult for them to believe what I told them about you-until you made your foray into the Palace grounds. That convinced them, you can be sure, and they agreed with my plan.Aha. Now we come to it, Dors said weakly.I told you the Electro-Clarifier cannot harm human beings. It cannot. Amaryl and your precious Hari are just getting old, though you refuse to accommodate it. So what? They are fine-perfectly human. The electromagnetic field has no effect of any importance on organic materials. Of course, it may have adverse cause on sensitive electromagnetic machinery and, if we could imagine a human being built of metal and electronics, it might have an effect on it. Legends tell us of such artificial human beings. The Mycogenians have based their righteousne ss on them and they call such beings robots. If there were such a thing as a robot, one would imagine it would be stronger and faster by far than an ordinary human being, that it would have properties, in fact, resembling those you have, Dr. Venabili. And such a robot could, indeed, be stopped, hurt, even destroyed by an intense Electro-Clarifier, such as the one that I have here, one that has been operating at low energy since we began our conversation. That is why you are feeling ill, Dr. Venabili-and for the first time in your existence, Im sure.Dors said nothing, merely stared at the man. Slowly she sank into a chair.Elar smiled and went on, Of course, with you interpreted care of, there will be no hassle with the Maestro and with Amaryl. The Maestro, in fact, without you, may fade out at once and resign in grief, while Amaryl is merely a child in his mind. In all likelihood, neither will have to be killed. How does it feel, Dr. Venabili, to be unmasked after all these years? I must admit, you were very good at concealing your true nature. Its almost surprising that no one else observed the truth before now. But then, I am a excellent mathematician-an observer, a thinker, a deducer. Even I would not have calculate it out were it not for your fanatical devotion to the Maestro and the occasional bursts of godlike indicant you seemed to summon at will-when he was threatened.Say good-bye, Dr. Venabili. any I have to do now is to turn the device to full power and you will be history.Dors seemed to collect herself and rose slowly from her seat, mumbling, I may be better shielded than you think. Then, with a grunt, she threw herself at Elar.Elar, his eyes widening, shout out and reeled back.Then Dors was on him, her hand flashing. Its side struck Elars neck, smashing the vertebrae and burst the nerve cord. He fell dead on the floor.Dors straightened with an effort and staggered toward the door. She had to find Hari. He had to know what had happened.27Hari Seldon rose from his seat in horror. He had never seen Dors look so, her face twisted, her body canted, staggering as though she were drunk.Dors What happened Whats wrongHe ran to her and grasped her around the waist, even as her body gave way and collapsed in his arms. He lifted her (she weighed more than am ordinary woman her size would have, but Seldon was unaware of that at ** the moment) and placed her on the couch.What happened? he said.She told him, gasping, her voice breaking now and then, while he cradled her head and tried to force himself to believe what was happening.Elar is dead, she said. I finally killed a human being. premiere time. Makes it worse.How badly are you damaged, Dors?Badly. Elar turned on his device-full-when I rushed him.You can be readjusted.How? Theres no one-on Trantor-who knows how. I need Daneel.Daneel. Demerzel. Somehow, deep inside, Hari had always known. His friend-a robot-had provided him with a cling toor-a robot-to ensure that psychohistory and the seeds of the Foundations were given a chance to take root. The only problem was, Hari had fallen in love with his protector-a robot. It all made sense now. All the nagging doubts and the questions could be answered. And somehow, it didnt matter one bit. All that mattered was Dors.We cant let this happen.It must. Dorss eyes fluttered open and looked at Seldon. Must. Tried to save you, but missed-vital point-who will protect you now?Seldon couldnt see her clearly. There was something wrong with his eyes. Dont worry about me, Dors. Its you-Its you-No. You, Hari. Tell Manella-Manella-I forgive her now. She did better than I. Explain to Wanda. You and Raych-take care of each other.No no no, said Seldon, rocking back and forth. You cant do this. Hang on, Dors. Please. Please, my love.Dorss head shake feebly and she smiled even more feebly. Goodbye, Hari, my love. Remember always-all you did for me.I did nothing for you.You love me and your love made me-human.Her eyes remained ope n, but Dors had ceased functioning.Yugo Amaryl came storming into Seldons office. Hari, the riots are beginning, sooner and harder even than exp-And then he stared at Seldon and Dors and whispered, What happened?Seldon looked up at him in agony. Riots What do I care about riots now? What do I care about anything now?