Asimov’s Future History Volume 14

by Isaac Asimov

  “In that case,” said Seldon, “the credits you’re spending are a minor matter. You’re putting yourself into personal danger on my account. Personal danger!”

  “I know that. But it’s my free choice and I can take care of myself.”

  “But why–”

  “We’ll discuss the philosophy of it later. I’ve atomized your clothes, by the way, and I don’t think I was seen. There was an energy surge, of course, and that would be recorded. Someone might guess what happened from that, it’s hard to obscure any action when probing eyes and mind are sharp enough. However, let us hope we’ll be safely away before they put it all together.”

  9.

  They traveled along walkways where the light was soft and yellow. Hummin’s eyes moved this way and that, watchful, and he kept their pace at crowd speed, neither passing nor being passed.

  He kept up a mild but steady conversation on indifferent topics.

  Seldon, edgy and unable to do the same, said, “There seems to be a great deal of walking here. There are endless lines in both directions and along the crossovers.”

  “Why not?” said Hummin. “Walking is still the best form of short distance transportation. It’s the most convenient, the cheapest, and the most healthful. Countless years of technological advance have not changed that. Are you acrophobic, Seldon?’’

  Seldon looked over the railing on his right into a deep declivity that separated the two walking lanes–each in an opposite direction between the regularly spaced crossovers. He shuddered slightly. “If you mean fear of heights, not ordinarily. Still, looking down isn’t pleasant. How far does it go down?”

  “Forty or fifty levels at this point, I think. This sort of thing is common in the Imperial Sector and a few other highly developed regions. In most places, one walks at what might be considered ground level.”

  “I should imagine this would encourage suicide attempts.”

  “Not often. There are far easier methods. Besides, suicide is not a matter of social obloquy on Trantor. One can end one’s life by various recognized methods in centers that exist for the purpose, if one is willing to go through some psychotherapy at first. There are, occasional accidents, for that matter, but that’s not why I was asking about acrophobia. We’re heading for a taxi rental where they know me as a journalist. I’ve done favors for them occasionally and sometimes they do favors for me in return. They’ll forget to record me and won’t notice that I have a companion. Of course, I’ll have to pay a premium and, again of course, if Demerzel’s people lean on them hard enough, they’ll have to tell the truth and put it down to slovenly accounting, but that may take considerable time.”

  “Where does the acrophobia come in?”

  “Well, we can get there a lot faster if we use a gravitic lift. Not many people use it and I must tell you that I’m not overjoyed at the idea myself, but if you think you can handle it, we had better.”

  “What’s a gravitic lift?”

  “It’s experimental. The time may come when it will be widespread over Trantor, provided it becomes psychologically acceptable, or can be made so to enough people. Then, maybe, it will spread to other worlds too. It’s an elevator shaft without an elevator cab, so to speak. We just step into empty space and drop slowly, or rise slowly, under the influence of antigravity. It’s about the only application of antigravity that’s been established so far, largely because it’s the simplest possible application.”

  “What happens if the power blinks out while we’re in transit?”

  “Exactly what you would think. We fall and, unless we’re quite near the bottom to begin with, we die. I haven’t heard of it happening yet and, believe me, if it had happened I would know. We might not be able to give out the news for security reasons, that’s the excuse they always advance for hiding bad news, but I would know. It’s just up ahead. If you can’t manage it, we won’t do it, but the corridors are slow and tedious and many find them nauseating after a while.”

  Hummin turned down a crossover and into a large recess where a line of men and women were waiting, one or two with children.

  Seldon said in a low voice, “I heard nothing of this back home. Of course, our own news media are terribly local, but you’d think there’d be some mention that this sort of thing exists.”

  Hummin said. “It’s strictly experimental and is confined to the Imperial Sector. It uses more energy than it’s worth, so the government is not really anxious to push it right now by giving it publicity. The old Emperor, Stanel VI, the one before Cleon who amazed everyone by dying in his bed, insisted on having it installed in a few places. He wanted his name associated with antigravity, they say, because he was concerned with his place in history, as old men of no great attainments frequently are. As I said, the technique may spread, but, on the other hand, it is possible that nothing much more than the gravitic lift will ever come of it.”

  “What do they want to come of it?” asked Seldon.

  “Antigrav spaceflight. That, however, will require many breakthroughs and most physicists, as far as I know, are firmly convinced it is out of the question. But, then, most thought that even gravitic lifts were out of the question.”

  The line ahead was rapidly growing shorter and Seldon found himself standing with Hummin at the edge of the floor with an open gap before him. The air ahead faintly glittered. Automatically, he reached out his hand and felt a light shock. It didn’t hurt, but he snatched his hand back quickly.

  Hummin grunted. “An elementary precaution to prevent anyone walking over the edge before activating the controls.” He punched some numbers on the control board and the glitter vanished.

  Seldon peered over the edge, down the deep shaft.

  “You might find it better, or easier,” said Hummin, “if we link arms and if you close your eyes. It won’t take more than a few seconds.”

  He gave Seldon no choice, actually. He took his arm and once again there was no hanging back in that firm grip. Hummin stepped into nothingness and Seldon (who heard himself, to his own embarrassment, emit a small squeak) shuffled off with a lurch.

  He closed his eyes tightly and experienced no sense of falling, no feeling of air movement. A few seconds passed and he was pulled forward. He tripped slightly, caught his balance, and found himself on solid ground.

  He opened his eyes, “Did we make it?”

  Hummin said dryly, “We’re not dead, “then walked away, his grip forcing Seldon to follow.

  “I mean, did we get to the right level?”

  “Of course.”

  “What would have happened if we were dropping down and someone else was moving upward?”

  “There are two separate lanes. In one lane everyone drops at the same speed; in the other everyone rises at the same speed. The shaft clears only when there are no people within ten meters of each other. There is no chance of a collision if all works well.”

  “I didn’t feel a thing.”

  “Why should you? There was no acceleration. After the first tenth of a second, you were at constant speed and the air in your immediate vicinity was moving down with you at the same speed.”

  “Marvelous.”

  “Absolutely. But uneconomic. And there seems no great pressure to increase the efficiency of the procedure and make it worthwhile. Everywhere one hears the same refrain. ‘We can’t do it. It can’t be done.’ It applies to everything.” Hummin shrugged in obvious anger and said, “But we’re here at the taxi rental. Let’s get on with it.”

  10.

  Seldon tried to look inconspicuous at the air-taxi rental terminus, which he found difficult. To look ostentatiously inconspicuous, to slink about, to turn his face away from all who passed, to study one of the vehicles overintently, was surely the way to invite attention. The way to behave was merely to assume an innocent normality.

  But what was normality? He felt uncomfortable in his clothes. There were no pockets, so he had no place to put his hands. The two pouches, which dangled from his belt
on either side, distracted him by hitting against him as he moved, so that he was continually thinking someone had nudged him.

  He tried looking at women as they passed. They had no pouches, at least none dangling, but they carried little boxlike affairs that they occasionally clipped to one hip or another by some device he could not make out. It was probably pseudomagnetic, he decided. Their clothes were not particularly revealing, he noted regretfully, and not one had any sign of decolletage, although some dresses seemed to be designed to emphasize the buttocks.

  Meanwhile, Hummin had been very businesslike, having presented the necessary credits and returned with the superconductive ceramic tile that would activate a specific air-taxi.

  Hummin said, “Get in, Seldon, “gesturing to a small two-seated vehicle.

  Seldon asked, “Did you have to sign your name, Hummin?’’

  “Of course not. They know me here and don’t stand on ceremony.”

  “What do they think you’re doing?”

  “They didn’t ask and I volunteered no information.” He inserted the tile and Seldon felt a slight vibration as the air-taxi came to life.

  “We’re headed for D-7,” said Hummin, making conversation.

  Seldon didn’t know what D-7 was, but he assumed it meant some route or other.

  The air-taxi found its way past and around other ground-cars and finally moved onto a smooth upward-slanting track and gained speed. Then it lifted upward with a slight jolt.

  Seldon, who had been automatically strapped in by a webbed restraint, felt himself pushed down into his seat and then up against the webbing.

  He said, “That didn’t feel like antigravity.”

  “It wasn’t,” said Hummin. “That was a small jet reaction. Just enough to take us up to the tubes.”

  What appeared before them now looked like a cliff patterned with cave openings, much like a checkerboard. Hummin maneuvered toward the D-7 opening, avoiding other air-taxis that were heading for other tunnels.

  “You could crash easily,” said Seldon, clearing his throat.

  “So I probably would if everything depended on my senses and reactions, but the taxi is computerized and the computer can overrule me without trouble. The same is true for the other taxis. Here we go.”

  They slid into D-7 as if they had been sucked in and the bright light of the open plaza outside mellowed, turning a warmer yellow hue.

  Hummin released the controls and sat back. He drew a deep breath and said, “Well, that’s one stage successfully carried through. We might have been stopped at the station. In here, we’re fairly safe.”

  The ride was smooth and the walls of the tunnel slipped by rapidly. There was almost no sound, just a steady velvety whirr as the taxi sped along.

  “How fast are we going?” asked Seldon.

  Hummin cast an eye briefly at the controls. “Three hundred and fifty kilometers per hour.”

  “Magnetic propulsion?”

  “Yes. You have it on Helicon, I imagine.”

  “Yes. One line. I’ve never been on it myself, though I’ve always meant to. I don’t think it’s anything like this.”

  “I’m sure it isn’t. Trantor has many thousands of kilometers of these tunnels honeycombing the land subsurface and a number that snake under the shallower extensions of the ocean. It’s the chief method of long-distance travel.”

  “How long will it take us?”

  “To reach our immediate destination? A little over five hours.”

  “Five hours!” Seldon was dismayed.

  “Don’t be disturbed. We pass rest areas every twenty minutes or so where we can stop, pull out of the tunnel, stretch our feet, cat, or relieve ourselves. I’d like to do that as few times as possible, of course.”

  They continued on in silence for a while and then Seldon started when a blaze of light flared at their right for a few seconds and, in the flash, he thought he saw two air-taxis.

  “That was a rest area,” said Hummin in answer to the unspoken question.

  Seldon said, “Am I really going to be safe wherever it is you are taking me?”

  Hummin said, “Quite safe from any open movement on the part of the Imperial forces. Of course, when it comes to the individual operator, the spy, the agent, the hired assassin, one must always be careful. Naturally, I will supply you with a bodyguard.”

  Seldon felt uneasy. “The hired assassin? Are you serious? Would they really want to kill me?”

  Hummin said, “I’m sure Demerzel doesn’t. I suspect he wants to use you rather than kill you. Still, other enemies may turn up or there may be unfortunate concatenations of events. You can’t go through life sleepwalking.”

  Seldon shook his head and turned his face away. To think, only forty eight hours ago he had been just an insignificant, virtually unknown Outworld mathematician, content only to spend his remaining time on Trantor sight-seeing, gazing at the enormity of the great world with his provincial eye. And now, it was finally sinking in: He was a wanted man, hunted by Imperial forces. The enormity of the situation seized him and he shuddered.

  “And what about you and what you’re doing right now?”

  Hummin said thoughtfully, “Well, they won’t feel kindly toward me, I suppose. I might have my head laid open or my chest exploded by some mysterious and never-found assailant.”

  Hummin said it without a tremor in his voice or a change in his calm appearance, but Seldon winced.

  Seldon said, “I rather thought you would assume that might be in store for you. You don’t seem to be... bothered by it.”

  “I’m an old Trantorian. I know the planet as well as anybody can. I know many people and many of them are under obligation to me. I like to think that I am shrewd and not easy to outwit. In short, Seldon, I am quite confident that I can take care of myself.”

  “I’m glad you feel that way and I hope you’re justified in thinking so, Hummin, but I can’t get it through my head why you’re taking this chance at all. What am I to you? Why should you take even the smallest risk for someone who is a stranger to you?”

  Hummin checked the controls in a preoccupied manner and then he faced Seldon squarely, eyes steady and serious. ‘

  “I want to save you for the same reason that the Emperor wants to use you, for your predictive powers.”

  Seldon felt a deep pang of disappointment. This was not after all a question of being saved. He was merely the helpless and disputed prey of competing predators. He said angrily, “I will never live down that presentation at the Decennial Convention. I have ruined my life.”

  “No. Don’t rush to conclusions, mathematician. The Emperor and his officers want you for one reason only, to make their own lives more secure. They are interested in your abilities only so far as they might be used to save the Emperor’s rule, preserve that rule for his young son, maintain the positions, status, and power of his officials. I, on the other hand, want your powers for the good of the Galaxy. „

  “Is there a distinction?” spat Seldon acidly.

  And Hummin replied with the stern beginning of a frown, “If you do not see the distinction, then that is to your shame. The human occupants of the Galaxy existed before this Emperor who now rules, before the dynasty he represents, before the Empire itself. Humanity is far older than the Empire. It may even be far older than the twentyfive million worlds of the Galaxy. There are legends of a time when humanity inhabited a single world.”

  “Legends!” said Seldon, shrugging his shoulders.

  “Yes, legends, but I see no reason why that may not have been so in fact, twenty thousand years ago or more. I presume that humanity did not come into existence complete with knowledge of hyperspatial travel. Surely, there must have been a time when people could not travel at superluminal velocities and they must then have been imprisoned in a single planetary system. And if we look forward in time, the human beings of the worlds of the Galaxy will surely continue to exist after you and the Emperor are dead, after his whole line comes to an end
, and after the institutions of the Empire itself unravel. In that case, it is not important to worry overmuch about individuals, about the Emperor and the young Prince Imperial. It is not important to worry even about the mechanics of Empire. What of the quadrillions of people that exist in the Galaxy? What of them?”

  Seldon said, “Worlds and people would continue, I presume.”

  “Don’t you feel any serious need of probing the possible conditions under which they would continue to exist.

  “One would assume they would exist much as they do now.”

  “One would assume. But could one know by this art of prediction that you speak of?”

  “Psychohistory is what I call it. In theory, one could.”

  “And you feel no pressure to turn that theory into practice.”

  “I would love to, Hummin, but the desire to do so doesn’t automatically manufacture the ability to do so. I told the Emperor that psychohistory could not be turned into a practical technique and I am forced to tell you the same thing.”

  “And you have no intention of even trying to find the technique?”

  “No, I don’t, any more than I would feel I ought to try to tackle a pile of pebbles the size of Trantor, count them one by one, and arrange them in order of decreasing mass. I would know it was not something I could accomplish in a lifetime and I would not be fool enough to make a pretense of trying.”

  “Would you try if you knew the truth about humanity’s situation?”

  “That’s an impossible question. What it the truth about humanity’s situation? Do you claim to know it?”

  “Yes, I do. And in five words.” Hummin’s eyes faced forward again, turning briefly toward the blank changelessness of the tunnel as it pushed toward them, expanding until it passed and then dwindling as it slipped away. He then spoke those five words grimly.

  He said, “The Galactic Empire is dying.”

  University

  STREELING UNIVERSITY–... AN INSTITUTION OF HIGHER LEARNING IN THE STREELING SECTOR OF ANCIENT TRANTOR... DESPITE ALL THESE CLAIMS TO FAME IN THE FIELDS OF THE HUMANITIES AND SILENCES ALIKE, IT IS NOT FOR THOSE THAT THE UNIVERSITY LOOMS LARGE IN TODAY’S CONSCIOUSNESS. IT WOULD PROBABLY HAVE COME AS A CORAL SURPRISE TO THE GENERATIONS OF SCHOLARS AT THE UNIVERSITY TO KNOW THAT IN LACER TIMES STREELING UNIVERSITY WOULD BE MOST REMEMBERED BECAUSE A CERTAIN HARI SELDON, DURING THE PERIOD OF THE FLIGHT, HAD BEEN IN RESIDENCE THERE FOR A SHORE TIME.