Flux Tales Of Human Futures

by Card, Orson Scott

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  Terminus would call undue attention to the project. You already have so much

  attention from the government that you can hardly breathe."

  "You are unpleasantly persistent, Leyel. I don't like even having this

  conversation."

  "That's too bad, Hari. I want to be part of your project. I would contribute to it

  more than any other person who might join it. I'm the one who plunged back into the

  oldest and most valuable archives and exposed the shameful amount of data loss that

  had arisen from neglect. I'm the one who launched the computerized extrapolation of

  shattered documents that your Encyclopedia--"

  "Absolutely depends on. Our work would be impossible without your

  accomplishments."

  "And yet you turned me down, and with a crudely flattering note."

  "I didn't mean to give offense, Leyel."

  "You also didn't mean to tell the truth. But you will tell me, Hari, or I'll

  simply go to Terminus anyway."

  "The Commission of Public Safety has given my Foundation absolute control over who

  may or may not come to Terminus."

  "Hari. You know perfectly well that all I have to do is hint to some lower-level

  functionary that I want to go to Terminus. Chen will hear of it within minutes, and

  within an hour he'll grant me an exception to your charter. If I did that, and if

  you fought it, you'd lose your charter. You know that. If you want me not to go to

  Terminus, it isn't enough to forbid me. You must persuade me that I ought not to be

  there."

  Hari closed his eyes and sighed. "I don't think you're willing to be persuaded,

  Leyel. Go if you must."

  For a moment Leyel wondered if Hari was giving in. But no, that was impossible,

  not so easily. "Oh, yes, Hari, but then I'd find myself cut off from everybody else

  on Terminus except my own serving people. Fobbed off with useless assignments. Cut

  out of the real meetings."

  "That goes without saying," said Hari. "You are not part of the Foundation, you

  will not be, you cannot be. And if you try to use your wealth and influence to force

  your way in, you will succeed only in annoying the Foundation, not in joining it. Do

  you understand me?"

  Only too well, thought Leyel in shame. Leyel knew perfectly well the limitations

  of power, and it was beneath him to have tried to bluster his way into getting

  something that could only be given freely. "Forgive me, Hari. I wouldn't have tried

  to force you. You know I don't do that sort of thing."

  "I know you've never done it since we've been friends, Leyel. I was afraid that I

  was learning something new about you." Hari sighed. He turned away for a long

  moment, then turned back with a different look on his face, a different kind of

  energy in his voice. Leyel knew that look, that vigor. It meant Hari was taking him

  more deeply into his confidence. "Leyel, you have to understand, I'm not just

  creating an encyclopedia on Terminus."

  Immediately Leyel grew worried. It had taken a great deal of Leyel's influence to

  persuade the government not to have Hari Seldon summarily exiled when he first

  started disseminating copies of his treatises about the impending fall of the

  Empire. They were sure Seldon was plotting treason, and had even put him on trial,

  where Seldon finally persuaded them that all he wanted to do was create the

  Encyclopedia Galactica, the repository of all the wisdom of the Empire. Even now, if

  Seldon confessed some ulterior motive, the government would move against him. It was

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  to be assumed that the Pubs-- Public Safety Office-- were recording this entire

  conversation. Even Leyel's influence couldn't stop them if they had a confession

  from Hari's own mouth.

  "No, Leyel, don't be nervous. My meaning is plain enough. For the Encyclopedia

  Galactica to succeed, I have to create a thriving city of scholars on Terminus. A

  colony full of men and women with fragile egos and unstemmable ambition, all of them

  trained in vicious political infighting at the most dangerous and terrible schools

  of bureaucratic combat in the Empire-- the universities."

  "Are you actually telling me you won't let me join your Foundation because I never

  attended one of those pathetic universities? My self-education is worth ten times

  their lockstep force-fed pseudolearning."

  "Don't make your anti-university speech to me, Leyel. I'm saying that one of my

  most important concerns in staffing the Foundation is compatibility. I won't bring

  anyone to Terminus unless I believe he-- or she-- would be happy there."

  The emphasis Hari put on the word she suddenly made everything clearer. "This

  isn't about me at all, is it?" Leyel said. "It's about Deet."

  Hari said nothing.

  "You know she doesn't want to go. You know she prefers to remain on Trantor. And

  that's why you aren't taking me! Is that it?"

  Reluctantly, Hari conceded the point. "It does have something to do with Deet,

  yes."

  "Don't you know how much the Foundation means to me?" demanded Leyel. "Don't you

  know how much I'd give up to be part of your work?"

  Hari sat there in silence for a moment. Then he murmured, "Even Deet?"

  Leyel almost blurted out an answer. Yes, of course, even Deet, anything for this

  great work.

  But Hari's measured gaze stopped him. One thing Leyel had known since they first

  met at a conference back in their youth was that Hari would not stand for another

  man's self-deception. They had sat next to each other at a presentation by a

  demographer who had a considerable reputation at the time. Leyel watched as Hari

  destroyed the poor man's thesis with a few well-aimed questions. The demographer was

  furious. Obviously he had not seen the flaws in his own argument-- but now that they

  had been shown to him, he refused to admit that they were flaws at all.

  Afterward, Hari had said to Leyel, "I've done him a favor."

  "How, by giving him someone to hate?" said Leyel.

  "No. Before, he believed his own unwarranted conclusions. He had deceived himself.

  Now he doesn't believe them."

  "But he still propounds them."

  "So now he's more of a liar and less of a fool. I have improved his private

  integrity. His public morality I leave up to him."

  Leyel remembered this and knew that if he told Hari he could give up Deet for any

  reason, even to join the Foundation, it would be worse than a lie. It would be

  foolishness.

  "It's a terrible thing you've done," said Leyel. "You know that Deet is part of

  myself. I can't give her up to join your Foundation. But now for the rest of our

  lives together I'll know that I could have gone, if not for her. You've given me

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  wormwood and gall to drink, Hari."

  Hari nodded slowly. "I hoped that when you read my note you'd realize I didn't

  want to tell you more. I hoped you wouldn't come to me and ask. I can't lie to you,

  Leyel. I wouldn't if I could. But I did withhold information, as much as possible.

  To spare us both problems."

  "It didn't work."

  "It isn't
Deet's fault, Leyel. It's who she is. She belongs on Trantor, not on

  Terminus. And you belong with her. It's a fact, not a decision. We'll never discuss

  this again."

  "No," said Leyel.

  They sat there for a long minute, gazing steadily at each other. Leyel wondered if

  he and Hari would ever speak again. No. Never again. I don't ever want to see you

  again, Hari Seldon. You've made me regret the one unregrettable decision of my

  life-- Deet. You've made me wish, somewhere in my heart, that I'd never married her.

  Which is like making me wish I'd never been born.

  Leyel got up from his chair and left the room without a word. When he got outside,

  he turned to the reception room in general, where several people were waiting to see

  Seldon. "Which of you are mine?" he asked.

  Two women and one man stood up immediately.

  "Fetch me a secure car and a driver."

  Without a glance at each other, one of them left on the errand. The others fell in

  step beside Leyel. Subtlety and discretion were over for the moment. Leyel had no

  wish to mingle with the people of Trantor now. He only wanted to go home.

  ***

  Hari Seldon left his office by the back way and soon found his way to Chandrakar

  Matt's cubicle in the Department of Library Relations. Chanda looked up and waved,

  then effortlessly slid her chair back until it was in the exact position required.

  Hari picked up a chair from the neighboring cubicle and, again without showing any

  particular care, set it exactly where it had to be.

  Immediately the computer installed inside Chanda's lector recognized the

  configuration. It recorded Hari's costume of the day from three angles and

  superimposed the information on a long-stored holoimage of Chanda and Hari

  conversing pleasantly. Then, once Hari was seated, it began displaying the hologram.

  The hologram exactly matched the positions of the real Hari and Chanda, so that

  infrared sensors would show no discrepancy between image and fact. The only thing

  different was the faces-- the movement of lips, blinking of eyes, the expressions.

  Instead of matching the words Hari and Chanda were actually saying, they matched the

  words being pushed into the air outside the cubicle-- a harmless, randomly chosen

  series of remarks that took into account recent events so that no one would suspect

  that it was a canned conversation.

  It was one of Hari's few opportunities for candid conversation that the Pubs would

  not overhear, and he and Chanda protected it darefully. They never spoke long enough

  or often, enough that the Pubs would wonder at their devotion to such empty

  conversations. Much of their communication was subliminal-- a sentence would stand

  for a paragraph, a word for a sentence, a gesture for a word. But when the

  conversation was done, Chanda knew where to go from there, what to do next; and Hari

  was reassured that his most important work was going on behind the smokescreen of

  the Foundation.

  "For a moment I thought he might actually leave her."

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  "Don't underestimate the lure of the Encyclopedia."

  "I fear I've wrought too well, Chanda. Do you think someday the Encyclopedia

  Galactica might actually exist?"

  "It's a good idea. Good people are inspired by it. It wouldn't serve its purpose

  if they weren't. What should I tell Deet?"

  "Nothing, Chanda. The fact that Leyel is staying that's enough for her."

  "If he changes his mind, will you actually let him go to Terminus?"

  "If he changes his mind, then he must go, because if he would leave Deet, he's not

  the man for us."

  "Why not just tell him? Invite him?"

  "He must become part of the Second Foundation without realizing it. He must do it

  by natural inclination, not by a summons from me, and above all not by his own

  ambition."

  "Your standards are so high, Hari, it's no wonder so few measure up. Most people

  in the Second Foundation don't even know that's what it is. They think they're

  librarians. Bureaucrats. They think Deet is an anthropologist who works among them

  in order to study them."

  "Not so. They once thought that, but now they think of Deet as one of them. As one

  of the best of them. She's defining what it means to be a librarian. She's making

  them proud of the name."

  "Aren't you ever troubled, Hari, by the fact that in the practice of your art--"

  "My science."

  "Your meddlesome magical craft, you old wizard, you don't fool me with all ypur

  talk of science. I've seen the scripts of the holographs you're preparing for the

  vault on Terminus."

  "That's all a pose."

  "I can just imagine you saying those words. Looking perfectly satisfied with

  yourself. 'If you care to smoke, I wouldn't mind... Pause for chuckle... Why should

  I? I'm not really here.' Pure showmanship."

  Hari waved off the idea. The computer quickly found a bit of dialogue to fit his

  gesture, so the false scene would not seem false. "No, I'm not troubled by the fact

  that in the practice of my science I change the lives of human beings. Knowledge has

  always changed people's lives. The only difference is that I know I'm changing

  them-- and the changes I introduce are planned, they're under control. Did the man

  who invented the first artificial light-- what was it, animal fat with a wick? A

  light-emitting diode? --did he realize what it would do to humankind, to be given

  power over night?"

  As always, Chanda deflated him the moment he started congratulating himself. "In

  the first place, it was almost certainly a woman, and in the second place, she knew

  exactly what she was doing. It allowed her to find her way through the house at

  night. Now she could put her nursing baby in another bed, in another room, so she

  could get some sleep at night without fear of rolling over and smothering the

  child."

  Hari smiled. "If artificial light was invented by a woman, it was certainly a

  prostitute, to extend her hours of work."

  Chanda grinned. She did not laugh-- it was too hard for the computer to come up

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  with jokes to explain laughter. "We'll watch Leyel carefully, Hari. How will we know

  when he's ready, so we can begin to count on him for protection and leadership?"

  "When you already count on him, then he's ready. When his commitment and loyalty

  are firm, when the goals of the Second Foundation are already in his heart, when he

  acts them out in his life, then he's ready."

  There was a finality in Hari's tone. The conversation was nearly over.

  "By the way, Hari, you were right. No one has even questioned the omission of any

  important psychohistorical data from the Foundation library on Terminus."

  "Of course not. Academics never look outside their own discipline. That's another

  reason why I'm glad Leyel isn't going. He would notice that the only psychologist

  we're sending is Bor Alurin. Then I'd have to explain more to him than I want. Give

  my love to Deet, Chanda. Tell her that her test case is going very well. She'll end

  up with a husband and a community of scientists of the mind."

  "Arti
sts. Wizards. Demigods."

  "Stubborn misguided women who don't know science when they're doing it. All in the

  Imperial Library. Till next time, Chanda."

  ***

  If Deet had asked him about his interview with Hari, if she had commiserated with

  him about Hari's refusal, his resentment of her might have been uncontainable, he

  might have lashed out at her and said something that could never be forgiven.

  Instead, she was perfectly herself, so excited about her work and so beautiful, even

  with her face showing all the sag and wrinkling of her sixty years, that all Leyel

  could do was fall in love with her again, as he had so many times in their years

  together.

  "It's working beyond anything I hoped for, Leyel. I'm beginning to hear stories

  that I created months and years ago, coming back as epic legends. You remember the

  time I retrieved and extrapolated the accounts of the uprising at Misercordia only

  three days before the Admiralty needed them?"

  "Your finest hour. Admiral Divart still talks about how they used the old battle

  plots as a strategic guideline and put down the Tellekers' strike in a single

  three-day operation without loss of a ship."

  "You have a mind like a trap, even if you are old."

  "Sadly, all I can remember is the, past."

  "Dunce, that's all anyone can remember."

  He prompted her to go on with her account of today's triumph. "It's an epic legend

  now?"

  "It came back to me without my name on it, and bigger than life. As a reference.

  Rinjy was talking with some young librarians from one of the inner provinces who

  were on the standard interlibrary tour, and one of them said something about how you

  could stay in the Imperial Library on Trantor all your life and never see the real

  world at all."

  Leyel hooted. "Just the thing to say to Rinjy!"

  "Exactly. Got her dander up, of course, but the important thing is, she

  immediately told them the story of how a librarian, all on her own, saw the

  similarity between the Misercordia uprising and the Tellekers' strike. She knew no

  one at the Admiralty would listen to her unless she brought them all the information

  at once. So she delved back into the ancient records and found them in deplorable

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  shape-- the original data had been stored in glass, but that was forty-two centuries