You stop him only once,\n"I don't see the validity of that set-transformation."\n\nSeldon repeated it more slowly.\n\nYou say,\n"But that is done by way of a forbidden socio-operation."\n\n"Good. You are quick, but not yet quick enough, it is not forbidden in this connection. let me do it by expansions."\n\nThe procedure was much longer, but, finally Seldon stopped.\n\n"This is trantor five centuries fomr now. How do you interpret that? Eh?\n\nHe put his head to one side and waited.\n\nYou stare at the glow and say, unbelievingly, \n"Total destruction! But... but that is impossible! Trantor has never been..."\n\n[[Continue||SeldonSeven]]\n
You find a man waiting for you in your room.\n\n[[Continue|SeldonOne]]
You settle into the hotel, eat a meal and relax in your room.\n\nBut you are not certain whether the sun currentely shines or not, or, for that matter whether it was day or night. All the planet seems to live beneath metal.\n\nYou exit your room and assess your options.\n\n[[Go to the hotel sun room.|SunRoomOne]]\n[[Return to the main lobby.|LobbyOne]]\n[[Return to your room|RoomWait]]\n\n
"Here on vacation? Travelling? Sightseeing?"\n\n"Not exactly. At least, I've always wanted to visit Trantor, but I came here primarily for a job."\n\n"Oh?"\n\nYou feel obliged to explain futher,\n"With Dr. Seldon's project at the University of Trantor."\n\n"Raven Seldon?"\n\n[[Why, no. The one I mean is Hari Seldon."|TowerConvo5.1]]\n[[Perhaps, I know him by Hari though."|TowerConvo5.2]]
The taxi lifted straight up.\n\nYou stare out the curved transparent window, marvelling at the sensation of air-flight within an enclosed structure and clutch instinctively at the back of the drivers seat.\n\nThe vastness contracts and people become ants in random distribution. The scene contracts futher and begins to slide backwards.\n\nThere is a wall ahead.\n\nIt begins high in the air and extends upwards out of sight. It's riddled with holes, forming the mouths of tunnels. The taxui moves towards on, then plunges into it.\nFor a moment, you wonder how the driver could pick one out among so many.\n\nThere is now only blackness, with nothing but the past-flashing of a coloured signal light to relivev the gloom. The air is full of rushing sounds.\n\nYou lean forward against deceleration and the taxis pops out of the tunnel and descend to ground level once more.\n\n"The Luxor Hotel."\n\nIn all this, from the moment of debarkation, there had been no glimpse of sky.\n\n[[Enter the hotel|HotelOne]]
"Trantor, my lord, possesses the imperial Library, as well as the scholarly resources of the University of Trantor."\n\n"And yet if you were located elsewhere; let us say upon a planet where the hurry and distractions of a metropolis will not interfere with scholastic musings; where your men may devote themselves entirely and single-mindedly to their work - might that not have advantages?"\n\n"Minor ones, perhaps."\n\n"Such a world has been chosen, then. You may work, doctor, at your leisure, with your hundred thousand about you. The Galaxy will know that you are working and fighting the Fall. They will even be told you are preventing the Fall. Since I do not believe in so many things, it is not difficult for me to disbelieve in the Fall as well, so that I am entirely convinced I will be telling the truth to the people. And meanwhile, doctor, you will not trouble Trantor and there will be no disturbance of the Emperor's peace. \n"The alternative is death for yourself and for as many of your followers as will seem necessary. Your earlier threats I disregard. The opportunity for chosing between death and exile is given you over a time period stretching from this moment to one five minutes hence."\n\n[[Continue.||PostFinal]]
The ship landed in a medley of [[noises|Noises]].\n\nThere is slight jar that indicates the ship no longer has independent motion of itself.\n\n[[Exit the ship.|DebarkOne]]\n\n\n\n
"If we were located elsewhere; let us say upon a planet where the hurry and distractions of a metropolis will not interfere with scholastic musings; where my men may devote themselves entirely and single-mindedly to their work - that might have advantages?"\n\n"Such a world has been chosen, then. You may work, doctor, at your leisure, with your hundred thousand about you. The Galaxy will know that you are working and fighting the Fall. They will even be told you are preventing the Fall. Since I do not believe in so many things, it is not difficult for me to disbelieve in the Fall as well, so that I am entirely convinced I will be telling the truth to the people. And meanwhile, doctor, you will not trouble Trantor and there will be no disturbance of the Emperor's peace. \n"The alternative is death for yourself and for as many of your followers as will seem necessary. Your earlier threats I disregard. The opportunity for chosing between death and exile is given you over a time period stretching from this moment to one five minutes hence."\n\n[[Continue.||PostFinal]]
There were nearly twenty-five million inhabited worlds in the galaxy, and not but one owed allegiance to the Empire whose seat was on Trantor. It was the last half-century in which that could be said.\n\nTo you, this trip is the undoubted climax of your young scholarly life.\n\nYou had steeled yourself for the [[jump|Jump]] through hyperspace with a little curled dread in your stomach, but in ended with nothing more than a trifling jar, a little internal kick.\nThat was all.\n\nPerhaps the first sight of Trantor will make up for the dissappointment of the jump.\n\n[[Go to the view-room|ViewOne]]\n[[Go to the debarkation rooms and await landing.|Landing]]\n
"Legalistically, you may appeal to the Emperor, but would get no hearing. The Emperor today is not the Emperor of an Entun dynasty, you know. Trantor I am afraid is in the hands of the aristocratic families, members of which compose the Commission of Public Safety. This is a development which is well predicted by psychohistory."\n\n"Indeed? In that case, if Dr. Seldon can show Trantor five hundred years hence..."\n\n"He can show it Fifteen hundred years hence."\n\n[["Let it be fifteen thousand. Why couldn't he yesterday have predicted the events of today and warned me?"||LawyerSix.1]]\n[["No, I'm sorry. psychohistory is a statistical science and cannot the future of man with any accuracy."||LawyerSix.2]]
"None, There is no recourse in the practical sense. Trantor I am afraid is in the hands of the aristocratic families, members of which compose the Commission of Public Safety. This is a development which is well predicted by psychohistory."\n\n"Indeed? In that case, if Dr. Seldon can show Trantor five hundred years hence..."\n\n"He can show it Fifteen hundred years hence."\n\n[["Let it be fifteen thousand. Why couldn't he yesterday have predicted the events of today and warned me?"||LawyerSix.1]]\n[["No, I'm sorry. psychohistory is a statistical science and cannot the future of man with any accuracy."||LawyerSix.2]]\n
"Which is the world chosen, my lord?"\n\n"It is called, I believe, Terminus."\n\nNegligently, Chen turned the papers upon his desk with his finger-tips so that they faced Seldon.\n"It is uninhabited, but quite habitable, and can be moulded to suit the necessities of scholars. It is somewhat secluded..."\n\nSeldon interupted,\n"It is at the edge of the Galaxy, sir."\n\n"As I have said, somewhat secluded. It will suit your needs for concentration. Come, you have two minutes left."\n\n"We will need time to arrange such a trip. There are twenty thousand families involved."\n\n"You will be given time."\n\nSeldon thought a moment, and the last minute starts to die.\n\n"I accept exile."\n\nYour heart skips a beat at the words. For the most part, you're filled with a tremendous joy for who would not be, to escape death. Yet in all your vast relief, you find little space for the regret that Seldon had been defeated.\n\n[[Continue.||Finale1]]
"You should not accept my word blindly. This is an approximation which will serve to demonstrate the proposition. Will you accept that?"\n\n"Subject to my later verification of the derivation of the function, yes." You weren't falling into anymore traps.\n\n"Good. Add to this the known probability of imperial assassination, viceregal revolt, the contemporary recurrence of periods of economic depression, the declining rate of planetary explorations, the..."\n\nAs each item is mentioned, new symbols sprang to life at his touch, and melted into the basic function which expanded and changed.\n\n[[Continue||SeldonSix]]
PSYCHOHISTORY - ...Gaal dornick, using non-mathematical concepts, has defined psychohistory to be that brnach of mathematics which deals with the reactions of human conglomerates to fixed social and economic stimuli...\n ...Implicit in all these definitions is the assumption that the human conglomerate being dealt with is sufficiently large for statistical treatment. The necessary size of such a conglomerate may be determined by Sledon's First Theorem which... A futher necessary assumption is that the human conglomerate be itself unaware of psychohistoric analysis in order that its reactions be truly random...\n The basis of all valid psychohistory lies in the development of the Seldon Functions which exhibit properties congruent to those of such social and economic forces as...\n ENCYCLOPEDIA GALACTICA\n\n[[Continue||SeldonTwo]]
You start to head to the debarkation rooms.\n\nThe officer calls after you,\n"Trantor would only be a grey blur anyway, Kid. Why don't you take a space tour once you hit Trantor. They're cheap."\n\nYou look back, \n"Thank you very much."\n\n[[Continue |Landing]]
You gasp your thanks to the man and step out onto an open terrace.\n\nThe man, whose helping hand you had just now been the recipient of, is immediately behind you.\n\nThe man said, kindly,\n"Plenty of seats."\n\n<<if $seen_figure eq "yes">> The man looks familiar, but you can't place him.\n\n[[Enter the tower proper.|TowerOne]]
You sigh noisily.\n\nYou're on Trantor. The planet at the centre of the galaxy and the kernel of the human race.\n\nThe mightiest deed of man; the complete and almost contemptuously final conquest of a world.\n\nYou come away a little blank-eyed. Your friend from the elevator is indicatinga seat next to himself.\n\n[[Take the seat.|TowerConvo]]\n[[Head back to the elevator.|RoomSeldon]]
Avakim approached, nods to you, and leaned over to whisper to Seldon. The cry of adjournment rang out, and guards seperated them. You are led away.\n\nThe next days hearings are entirely different. You and Hari Seldon are alone with the Commission. Seated at a tabble together, with scarcely a seperation between the five judges and yourselves, the two accused.\n\n[[Seldon asks for Avakim||Post1.1]]\n[[The Commission begins to speak||Post1.2]]\n[[Seldon begins to talk about psychohistory||Post1.3]]
Above you, you finally see the glowing twists of air suspended high in nothingness; reading. "TAXIS TO ALL POINTS."\n\n[[Head to the taxis|Figure]]\n
The supervisor is unimpressed,\n"They're all good. Name one."\n\n"The nearest one, please." You say desperately.\n\nThe supervisor touched a button. A thin line of light formed along the floor, twisting among others which brightened and dimmed in different colours and shades. \nA ticket is shoved into your hands. It glows faintly.\n\n"Where do I go?" You ask.\n\n"Follow the light, The ticket will keep glowing as long as you're pointed in the right direction."\n\n[[Follow the light|TaxiThree]]
You haunt the view-room.\n\nAt the announced time the steel shutter-lids are rolled back and the view revealed.\n\nYou watch the hard brilliance of the stars, enjoying the incredible hazy swarm of a star cluster, like a giant conglomeration of fire-flies caught in mid-motion and stilled forever. At one time you saw the cold, blue-white smoke of a gaseous nebula within five light-years of the ship, spreading over the windows like distant milk, filling the room with an icy tinge. \n\n[[An officer enters the room|ViewTwo]]
COMMISSION OF PUBLIC SAFETY -\n...The aristocratic coterie rose to power after the assassination of Cleon I, last of the Entuns. In the main, they formed an element of order during the centuries of instability and uncertainty in the imperium. Usually under the control of the great families of the Chens and the divarts, it degenerated into a blind instrument for maintenance of the stauts quo... They were not completely removed as a power in the state until after the accession of the last strong Emperor, Cleon II. The first chief Commissioner...\n\n...In a way, the beginning of the Commission's decline can be traced to the trial of Hari Seldon two years before the beginning of the Foundational Era. That trial is described in Gall dornick's biography of Hari Seldon...\n\n ENCYCLOPEDIA GALACTICA \n\n[[Continue||ArrestOne]]
The elevator was of the new sort that ran by gravitic repulsion.\n\nYou enter and others flow in behind you. The operator closed a contact. For a moment you feel suspended in space as gravity swotched to zero, and then weight again in small measure as the elvator accelerated upwards. \nDeceleration followed and you feet suddenly leave the floor. You squawk out suddenly.\n\nThe operator called out,\n"Tuck your feet under the railing. Can't you read the sign?"\n\nA hand reaches out and pulls you down.\n\nThe elevator comes to a halt.\n\n[[Thank the man who helded you.|Help]]\n[[Quickly step out of the elevator|TowerOne]]
"Dr. Seldon was of the opinion that you would be arrested this morning."\n\n"What!"\n\n"It is unfortuante, but true. The Commission has been more and more hostile to his activities. New members joining the group have been interfered with to an increasing extenet. The graphs showed that, for our purposes, matter might be best brought to a climax now. The Commission of itselfwas moving somewhat slowly so Dr. Seldon visited you yesterday for the purpose of forcing their hand. No other reason."\n\n[["I resent being used!"||LawyerSeven.1]]\n[["Then you must have a lot of trust in Dr. Seldon, because my current situation seems quite dire."||LawyerSeven.2]]\n[[What are the figures, for actually getting through this?"||LawyerEight.1]]
They come for you and take you elsewherem but it si still detention.\n\nThey ask ou questions most politely. It was all very civilised. You explain that you are a provincial of Synnax; that you have attended such and such schools and obtained a Doctor of Mathematics degree on such and such a date. You had applied for a position on Dr. Seldon's staff and had been accepted.\n\nOver and over again you give these details; and over and over again they returned to the question of your joining the Seldon Project. \nHow had you heard of it?\nWhat were to be your duties?\nWhat secret instructions you have recieved?\nWhat was it all about?\n\nFinally, the gentle inquisitor asked,\n"When will Trantor be destroyed?" \n\n[["I could not say of my own knowledge."||Arrest4.1]]\n[["Trantor will stand for many centuries to come."||Arrest4.2]]\n[["The collapse of Trantor has already begun."||Arrest4.3]]
"Dr. Seldon was of the opinion that you would be arrested this morning."\n\n"What!"\n\n"It is unfortuante, but true. The Commission has been more and more hostile to his activities. New members joining the group have been interfered with to an increasing extenet. The graphs showed that, for our purposes, matter might be best brought to a climax now. The Commission of itselfwas moving somewhat slowly so Dr. Seldon visited you yesterday for the purpose of forcing their hand. No other reason."\n\n[["I resent being used!"||LawyerSeven.1]]\n[["Then you must have a lot of trust in Dr. Seldon, because my current situation seems quite dire."||LawyerSeven.2]]\n[[What are the figures, for actually getting through this?"||LawyerEight.1]]
"Whether you talked to him or not is nothing. He was there, and he is an agent of the Commission of Public Safety. He followed you from the space-port."\n\n"But why. I'm afraid I am very confused."\n\n"What does Trantor mean to you?"\n\n[[Glorious||SeldonFour]]\n[[Outstanding||SeldonFour]]\n[[Horrific||SeldonFour]]
You continue to wait in your room. You briefly leave to look around. When You get back you find a man waiting for you in your room.\n\n[[Continue|SeldonOne]]
"His name is nothing. He is an agent of the Commission of Public Safety. He followed you from the space-port."\n\n"But why. I'm afraid I am very confused."\n\n"Did the man on the tower say nothing about me?"\n\n"He... he referred to you as Raven Seldon."\n\n"Did he say why?"\n\n"He said you predict disaster."\n\n"I do. What does Trantor mean to you?"\n\n[[Glorious||SeldonFour]]\n[[Outstanding||SeldonFour]]\n[[Horrific||SeldonFour]]
Seldon leaned back, and began,\n"The fall of Trantor, cannot be stopped by any conceivable effort. It can be hastened easily, however. The tale of my interupted trial will spread through the Galaxy. Frustration of my plans to lighten the disaster will convince people that the future holds no promise to them. Already they recall the lives of their grandfathers with envy. They will see that political revolutions and trade stagnations will increase. The feeling will pervade the Galaxy that only what a man can grasp for himself at that moment will be of account. Ambitious men will not wait and unscrupulous men will not hang back. By their every action they will hasten the decay of the worlds. Have me killed and Trantor will not fall within five centuries but within fifty years and you, yourself, within a single." \n\n[[Continue||PostDestructionTwo]]
"Please. It was necessary, You were not picked for any personal reasons. You must realize that Dr. Seldon's plans, which are laid out with the developed mathematics of over eigtheen years, include all eventualities with significant probabilities. This is one of them. I've been sent here for no other purpose than to assure you that you need not fear. It will end well; almost certainly so for the project; and with reasonable probability for you.\n\n[["What are the figures?"||LawyerEight.1]]\n[["I wish to see Dr. Seldon."||LawyerNine.1]]
"You were not picked for any personal reasons. You must realize that Dr. Seldon's plans, which are laid out with the developed mathematics of over eigtheen years, include all eventualities with significant probabilities. This is one of them. I've been sent here for no other purpose than to assure you that you need not fear. It will end well; almost certainly so for the project; and with reasonable probability for you.\n\n[["What are the figures?"||LawyerEight.1]]\n[["I wish to see Dr. Seldon."||LawyerNine.1]]
"My lawyer is not present."\n\nA Commissioner replied,\n"This is no longer a trial, Dr. Seldon. We are here to discuss the security of the state."\n\nLinge Chen said,\n"I will speak,"\nThe other Commissioners sat back in their chairs, prepared to listen. A silence formed about Chen into which he might drop his words.\n\nChen, older in looks than in fact, was the actual Emperor of the Galaxy. The child who bore the title itself was only a symbol manufactured by Chen, and not the first such ither.\n\n"Dr. Seldon, you disturb the peace of the Emperor's realm. None of the quadrillions living now among all of the stars of the Galaxy will be living a century from now. Why, then, should we concern ourselves with the events of five centuries distant?"\n\n[[Seldon answered with idealism||Post2.1]]\n[[Chen quickly continued||Post2.2]]
You worried the answer sounded naive as soon as it left your mouth. It must have, for Jerril chuckled a little. He said,\n\n"No. Just five hundred feet."\n\n"What? But the elevator took about-?"\n\n"I know. But most of the time was just getting up to ground level. Trantor is tunneled under a mile down. It's like an iceburg. Nine-tenths of it is out of sight. It even works itself out for a few miles into the sub-ocean soil at the shore-lines. In fact we're down so low we can use the temperature difference between ground level and a couple of miles under to supply us with all the energy we need. Did you know that?"\n\n[["No, I thought you used atomic generators."|TowerConvo3.1]]\n[["I had heard that geothermal power was more plentiful on the more dense planet."|TowerConvo3.2]]
"Where.. Where..." You Splutter.\n\nThe man at the desk jerked a thumb, "Taxis to the right and third left."\n\nYou follow his thumb and see the glowing twists of air suspended high in nothingness and reading. "TAXIS TO ALL POINTS." \n\n[[Head to the taxis |TaxiOne]]\n[[Look around the debarkation building|LookingWithDirections]]\n
With your doctorate in mathematics freshly obtained, you recieved an ivitation from the great Hari Seldon to come to Trantor and join the vast and somewhat mysterious Seldon project.\n\n[[Back|ShipStart]]
Avakim was carefully emptying the contents of a flat folder onto the floor,\n"You should know better than to call it a prediction Mr. Dornick."\n\nAvakim looked up, he said,\n"They will, of course, have a spy beam on our conversation. This is against the law, but they will use one nevertheless."\n\nYou ground your teeth as Avakim continues,\n"However, the recorder I have on the table - which is a perfectly ordinary recorder to all appearences and performs its duties well - has the additional property of completely blanketing the spy beam. This is something they will not find out at once."\n\n[["Then I want a hearing with the Emperor."||LawyerFour.1]]
Avakim was carefully emptying the contents of a flat folder onto the floor,\n"I know what else, Mr. Dornick. Everyone on Trantor knows what else. The Commission is very scrupulous."\n\nAvakim looked up, he said,\n"They will, of course, have a spy beam on our conversation. This is against the law, but they will use one nevertheless."\n\nYou ground your teeth as Avakim continues,\n"However, the recorder I have on the table - which is a perfectly ordinary recorder to all appearences and performs its duties well - has the additional property of completely blanketing the spy beam. This is something they will not find out at once."\n\n[["Then I want a hearing with the Emperor."||LawyerFour.1]]
Avakim is carefully emptying the contents of a flat folder on to the floor. Small, forms, metal thin and tapelike, probably adapted for insertion within the smallness of a personal capsule.\n\nPaying no attention to your outburse, he finally looked up. He said,\n"The commission will, of course, have a spy beam on our conversation. This is against the law, but they will use one nevertheless."\n\nYou ground your teeth as Avakim continues,\n"However, the recorder I have on the table - which is a perfectly ordinary recorder to all appearences and performs its duties well - has the additional property of completely blanketing the spy beam. This is something they will not find out at once."\n\n"Then I can speak."\n\n"Of course."\n\n[["Then I want a hearing with the Emperor."||LawyerFour.1]]
"Why not?"\n\nSeldon put his fingers on a certain spot on his desk and a small section of the wall behind him slid aside. Only his own fingers could have done so, since only his paticular print pattern could have activated the scanner beneath.\n\n"You will find several microfilms inside, take the one marked with the letter T."\n\nSeldon fixed the microfilm within the projector and handed you a pair of eyepieces. You adjust them, and watch the film unroll before your eyes.\n\n"But then... have you been preparing to leave for two years?"\n\n"Two and a half..."\n\n[[Continue.||Finale6.2]]
Jumps remain, and would probably remain forever, the only practical way of travelling between the stars. \n\nTravel through ordinary space would proceed at no rate more rapid than that of ordinary light, and that would have meant years of travel between the nearest of inhabited systems.\n\nThrough hyper-space, that unimaginable region that was neither space nor time, matter nor energy, something or nothing, one could traverse the length of the Galaxy in the intervals between two neighbouring instants of time.\n\n[[Back|ShipOne]]\n
"Good afternoon, sir" you struggle to say. "I... I..."\n\n"You didn't think we were to meet before tomorrow? Ordinariy, we would not have. It is just that if we are to use your services, we must work quickly. It grows continually more difficult to obtain recruits."\n\n"I don't understand, sir."\n\n"You were talking to a man on the observation tower, were you not?"\n\n<<if $talked_jerril eq "yes">>\n[["Yes. His first name was Jerril. I know no more about him."||SeldonThree.1]]\n<<endif>>\n[["No. I spoke no one."||SeldonThree.2]]
It is a tall man that eventually enters, a man whose face seemed all vertical lines and so thin that one could wonder whether there was room for a smile.\n\nYou look up. You feel dishevelled and wilted. So much has happened, yet you've been on Trantor no more that thirty hours.\n\n[[Continue||LawyerTwo]]
You spring to the dorr but find it will no longer open.\n\n[[Dress and wait.||ArrestThree]]
"Don't continue to be deflective. I already know what I need to. I would, however, like to hear it from you."\n\n"Dr. Seldon is of the opinion that Trantor will be destroyed within five centuries."\n\n"He proved this - uh - mathematically?"\n\n"Yes, he did."\n\n"You maintain the mathematics to be valid, I suppose?"\n\n"If Dr. Seldon vouches for it, it is valid."\n\n"Then we will return."\n\n"Wait. I have a right to a lawyer. I demand my rights as an Imperial citizen."\n\n"And you shall have them."
"Perhaps. But we would like to hear them from you."\n\n"He is of the opinion that Trantor will be destroyed within five centuries."\n\n"Dr. Seldon proved this - uh - mathematically?"\n\n"Yes, he did."\n\n"You maintain the mathematics to be valid, I suppose?"\n\n"If Dr. Seldon vouches for it, it is valid."\n\n"Then we will return."\n\n"Wait. I have a right to a lawyer. I demand my rights as an Imperial citizen."\n\n"And you shall have them."\n\n[[And you did.||LawyerOne]]
"A week ago," Seldon said lightly, "you might have done so and perhaps retained a one in ten probability of yourselve's remaining alive at year's end. Today, that one in ten probability is scarcely one in ten thousand."\n\nThere are expired breaths in the gathering and uneasy stirrings. The short hairs on the back of you neck prickle. Chen's upper eyelids dropped a little.\n\n"How so?" he said.\n\n"The fall of Trantor, cannot be stopped by any conceivable effort. It can be hastened easily, however. The tale of my interupted trial will spread through the Galaxy. Frustration of my plans to lighten the disaster will convince people that the future holds no promise to them. Already they recall the lives of their grandfathers with envy. They will see that political revolutions and trade stagnations will increase. The feeling will pervade the Galaxy that only what a man can grasp for himself at that moment will be of account. Ambitious men will not wait and unscrupulous men will not hang back. By their every action they will hasten the decay of the worlds. Have me killed and Trantor will not fall within five centuries but within fifty years and you, yourself, within a single." \n\n[[Continue||PostDestructionTwo]]
You wait in your room for the next hour or so. You have little to do to pass the time.\n\n[[Head to the lobby.|LobbyOne]]\n[[Continue to wait|RoomWait2]]
There was the far-off hiss of the atmosphere cutting and sliding past the metal of the ship. There was the steady drone of the conditioners fighting the heat of friction, and the slower rumble of the engines forcing deceleration. There was the human sound of men and women gathering in the debarkation rooms and the grind of the hoists lifting baggage, mail, and freight to the long axis of the ship. \n\n[[Back|Landing]]
<<silently>>\n<<set $seen_figure = "no">>\n<<set $talked_jerril = "no">>\n<<endsilently>>\n\n\n!Isaac Asimov's Foundation\n\n!Part 1: THE PSYCHOHISTORIANS\n\nHARI SELDON- ...born in the 11,988th year of the Galatic Era: dies 12,069. \nThe dates are more commonly given in terms of the current Foundational Era as -79 to the year 1 F.E. \nBorn to middle-class parents on Helicon, Arcturus sector, he early showed amazing ability in mathematics. Anecdotes concenring his ability are inumerable, and some are contradictory. At the age of two he is said to have...\n\n...Undoubtedly his greatest contributions were in the field of psychohistory. Seldon found the field little more than a set of vague axioms; he left it a profound statistical science...\n\n...The best existing authority we have for the details of his life is the biography written by Gall Dornick who, as a young man, met Seldon two years before the great mathematician's death. The story of the meeting...\n ENCYCLOPEDIA GALATICA\n\n[[Start|ShipStart]]
"I shall not be alive half a decade hence," said Seldon, "and yet it is of overpowering concern to me. Call it an identification of myself with that of mystical generalization to which we refer to by the term 'man'."\n\n"I do not wish to take the trouble to understand mysticism. Can you tell me why I may not rid myself of yourself and of an uncomfortable and unneccessary five-century future which I will never see by having you executed tonight?"\n\n[[Seldon answered calmly.||PostDestruction]]\n
"Tell me Dr.Seldon, can you tell me why I may not rid myself of yourself and of an uncomfortable and unneccessary five-century future which I will never see by having you executed tonight?"\n\n[[Seldon answered calmly.||PostDestruction]]\n
Linge Chen said,\n"I will speak,"\nThe other Commissioners sat back in their chairs, prepared to listen. A silence formed about Chen into which he might drop his words.\n\nChen, older in looks than in fact, was the actual Emperor of the Galaxy. The child who bore the title itself was only a symbol manufactured by Chen, and not the first such ither.\n\n"Dr. Seldon, you disturb the peace of the Emperor's realm. None of the quadrillions living now among all of the stars of the Galaxy will be living a century from now. Why, then, should we concern ourselves with the events of five centuries distant?"\n\n[[Seldon answered with idealism||Post2.1]]\n[[Chen quickly continued||Post2.2]]
The air seemed a little thicker here, the gravity a bit greater, than on your home planet of Synnax, but you can get used to that. \n\nYou wonder if you can get used to the immensity however.\n\n[[Back|DebarkOne]]\n
"For the project, over 99.9 per cent."\n\n"And for myself?"\n\n"I am instructed that this probability is over 77.2 per cent."\n\n"Then I've got a better than one chance in five of being sentenced to prison or to death."\n\n"The last is under one per cent."\n\n[["Indeed. You send Dr. Seldon to me."||LawyerNine.1]]
This was [[Trantor|Trantor]]!\n\nYour baggage was minor and it was quickly and expertly taken apart and put together again. Your visa is inspected and stamped. \nYou pay no attention.\n\nThe man at the Visa desk spoke again. He sounds annoyed. He said, "Move on, Dornick."\n\n[[Move into the Debarkation building proper|LostOne]]\n[[Ask the man for directions.|DirectionsVisa]]\n
"No, not complete," said Seldon. "I am glad you do not accept my word blindly. However this is an approximation which will serve to demonstrate the proposition. Will you accept that?"\n\n"Subject to my later verification of the derivation of the function, yes." You weren't falling into anymore traps.\n\n"Good. Add to this the known probability of imperial assassination, viceregal revolt, the contemporary recurrence of periods of economic depression, the declining rate of planetary explorations, the..."\n\nAs each item is mentioned, new symbols sprang to life at his touch, and melted into the basic function which expanded and changed.\n\n[[Continue||SeldonSix]]
For a moment you are too startled to put words to the inevitable. This comes to your lips,\n"What are you doing here?"\n\nThe man rose. He was old and almost bald and he walked with a limp, but his eyes were bright and blue.\n\nHe said,\n"I am Hari Seldon,"\nAn instant before your befuddled brain placed the face alongside the memory of the many times you have seen it in pictures.\n\n[[Continue|SeldonIntro]]
Avakim smiled frostily, and it turned out there was room for it on his thin face after all. His cheeks wrinkled to make the room. He said,\n"You are from the provinces."\n\n"I am none the less an Imperial citizen, As good a one as you or as any of this Commission."\n\n"No doubt, no doubt. It is merely that, as a provincial, you do not understand life on Trantor as it is. There are no hearings before the Emperor."\n\n[[To whom else would one appeal from this Commission? Is there other procedure?||LawyerFive.1]]\n[[Ridiculous, the law states that I am offered a hearing before him."||LawyerFive.2]]
The debarkation building is tremendous. The roof was almost lost in its heights. you could almost imagine that clouds could form beneath its immensity. You can see no opposite wall; just men and desks -like the one you just moved through- and converging floor till it faded out in the haze.\n\nYou're lost.\n\n[[Head back to the desk.|DirectionsVisa]]\n[[Continue looking around.|LostTwo]]\n
Your name is Gaal Dornick.\n\nYou've recieved an inviation for [[work|Work]] on Trantor.\n\nAnd you've never seen Trantor before. That is, not in real life. You have seen it many times on the hyper-video.\nEven though you have lived all your life on the edges of the Blue Drift there is no place that is totally cut off from civilisation. \n\nAt least not yet.\n\n[[Continue|ShipOne]]
Chen said, \n"These are words to frighten children,and yet your death is not the only answer that will satisfy us."\n\nHe lifted his slender hand from the papers on which it rested, so that only two fingers touched lightly upon the topmost sheet.\n\n"Tell me," he said, "will your only activity be that of preparing this encyclopedia you speak of?"\n\n"It will."\n\n"And need that be done on Trantor?"\n\n[[Seldon spoke of the resources Trantor provides.||PostFinal1.1]]\n[[Seldon spoke of how the work could be performed in exile.||PostFinal1.2]]
Jerril buts in,\n"Exactly! and work in a cell, and vacation in a crowded sun-room, then coming up into the open with nothing but sky over you might just give you a nervous breakdown. They make the children come up here once a year, after they're five. I don't know if it does any good. They don't get enough of it really, and the first few times they scream themselves into hysteria. They ought to start as soon as they're weaned and have the trip once a week."\n\nHe went on,\n"Of course, it doesn't really matter. What if they never come out at all? They're happy down there and they run the empire."\n\n"How high up do you think we are?"\n\nThe elevator had take a good while. And all you had seen below was more steel.\n\n[["Half a mile?"|TowerHeight]]\n[["A mile?"|TowerHeight]]\n[["At least two miles."|TowerHeight]]
You find yourself hard against a railing.\n\nA small sign says, "Supervisor." The man to whom the sign referred did not look up.\n\nHe said, "Where to?"\n\n[["A good hotel, please."|TaxiTwo]]\n
"I have said to you already that Chen's temperamental make-up has been subjected to greater scrutiny than that of any other single man in history. The trial was not allowed to begin until the time and circumstnaces were right for the ending of our own choosing."\n\n[["But how could you have been arranged to Terminus?"||Finale6.1]]\n[["Surely the actions of one man are too hard to predict?"||Finale6.2]]
"Because, my boy, in a plan such as ours, the actions of others are bent to our needs. Have I not said to you already that Chen's temperamental make-up has been subjected to greater scrutiny than that of any other single man in history. The trial was not allowed to begin until the time and circumstnaces were right for the ending of our own choosing."\n\n[["But how could you have been arranged to Terminus?"||Finale6.1]]\n[["Surely the actions of one man are too hard to predict?"||Finale6.2]]
"We used to once. But this is much cheaper."\n\n"I imagine so."\n\n"What do you think of it all?\n\nFor a moment, the man's good nature evaporated into shrewdness. He looked almost sly.\n\n[["Glorious."|TowerReason]]\n[["Too busy."|TowerReason]]\n[["It's how I expected." |TowerReason]]
"Quite right. But what do you think of it all?"\n\nFor a moment, the man's good nature evaporated into shrewdness. He looked almost sly.\n\n[["Glorious."|TowerReason]]\n[["Too busy."|TowerReason]]\n[["It's how I expected." |TowerReason]]
You cannot see the ground.\n\nIt is lost in the ever-increasing complexities of man-made structures. You can see no horizonother than that of metal against sky, stretching out to almost uniform grayness. Just like it is so across all of the land-surface of the planet. There was scarcely any motion to be seen- a few pleasure craft lazed against the sky- but all the busy traffic of billions of men were going on beneath the metal skin of the world.\n\nThere is no green to be seen; no green, no soil, no life other than man. Somewhere on that world was the Emeror's palace, set amid one hundred square miles of natural soil, green with trees, rainbowed with flowers. It was a small island amid an ocean of steel, but it is not visible from where you are. It might be ten thousand miles away.\n\n[[Continue|TowerTwo]]
"Hari's the one I mean. They call him Raven. Slang, you know. He keeps predicting disaster."\n\n"He does?" This genuinely astonishes you. \n\n"Surely you must know. You're coming to work for him, aren't you?"\nJerril was not smiling.\n\n"Well, yes, I'm a mathematician. Why does he predict disaster? What kind of disaster?"\n\n"What kind would you think?"\n\n"I'm afraid I wouldn't have the least idea. I've read the papers Dr. Seldon and his group have published. They're on mathematical theory."\n\n"Yes, the ones they publish."\n\n"I think I'll go to my room now. Very pleased to have met you."\n\nJerril waved his arm indifferently in farewell.\n\n[[Continue|RoomSeldon]]
You begin to object, but Seldon's fingers are upon your elbow with gentle pressure.\n\n"Those are my instruction," repeated the captain.\n\nHe was gone, and you turn to Seldon,\n"Why, what can be done in six months? This is but slower murder."\n\n"Quietly, quietly. Let us reach my office."\n\n[[Continue.||Finale4]]
"Hari Seldon- the psychohistorian Seldon. I don't know of any Raven Seldon." You finish.\n\n"Hari's the one I mean. They call him Raven. Slang, you know. He keeps predicting disaster."\n\n"He does?" This genuinely astonishes you. \n\n"Surely you must know. You're coming to work for him, aren't you?"\nJerril was not smiling.\n\n"Well, yes, I'm a mathematician. Why does he predict disaster? What kind of disaster?"\n\n"What kind would you think?"\n\n"I'm afraid I wouldn't have the least idea. I've read the papers Dr. Seldon and his group have published. They're on mathematical theory."\n\n"Yes, the ones they publish."\n\n"I think I'll go to my room now. Very pleased to have met you."\n\nJerril waved his arm indifferently in farewell.\n\n[[Continue|RoomSeldon]]
You are awakened the next day by a muted buzzer.\n\nYou answer it, and the voice of the desk clerk as muted, polite and deprecating as it might well be, informs you tht you are under detention at the order of the Commission for Public Safety.\n\n[[Try the door.||ArrestTwo]]
"You say that without thinking. What of psychohistory?"\n\n"I haven't though of applying it to the problem."\n\n"Before you are done with me, young man, you will learn to apply psychohistory to all problems as a matter of course- observe."\n\nSeldon removes his calculator pad from the pouch at his belt. Its grey, glossy finish was slightly worn by use. Seldon's nimble fingers, spotted now with age, played along the hard plasticthat rimmed it. Red symbols glowed out from the grey.\n\nHe said, \n"That represents the condition of the Empire at present?"\n\n[["Um.. yes, it could be." ||SeldonFive.1]]\n[[Surely not a complete representation?""||SeldonFive.2]]
"Come come, that I know... How many centuries?\n\nAs you hesitate, he suddenly changes tack.\n"You have been followed, doctor. We were at the airport when you arrived, in the hotel while you waited for your appointment; and, of course, we were able to overhear your conversation with Dr. Seldon."\n\n[["Then you know his views on the matter."||Arrest5.1]]\n[["I have not yet met with Dr. Seldon."||Arrest5.2]]
"Dr. Seldon proved this - uh - mathematically?"\n\n"Yes, he did."\n\n"You maintain the mathematics to be valid, I suppose?"\n\n"If Dr. Seldon vouches for it, it is valid."\n\n"Then we will return."\n\n"Wait. I have a right to a lawyer. I demand my rights as an Imperial citizen."\n\n"And you shall have them."\n\n[[And you did.||LawyerOne]]
"Could you say of anyone's?\n\n"How could I speak for another?"\n\nYou feel warm. Over-Warm.\n\nThe inquisitor said,\n"Has anyone told you of such destruction; set a date?" \nAnd, as you hesitate, he goes on,\n"You have been followed, doctor. We were at the airport when you arrived, in the hotel while you waited for your appointment; and, of course, we were able to overhear your conversation with Dr. Seldon."\n\n[["Then you know his views on the matter."||Arrest5.1]]\n[["I have not yet met with Dr. Seldon."||Arrest5.2]]
"There wouldn't be an observation tower- or something? I mean, in the open air."\n\n"Sure! Sell you a ticket for that, if you want. Better let me check if it's raining or not."\n\nHe closed a contact at his elbow and read the flowing letter that raced across a frosted screen.\n\nHe looked back up,\n"Good weather. come to think of it, I do believe it's the dry season now."\nHe added, conversationally, \n"I don't bother with the outside myself. The last time I was in the open was three years ago. Here's your ticket. Special elevator in the rear. It's marked 'To the Tower'. Just take it."\n\n[[Go to the Tower|ElevatorOne]]
Foundation Part One by Issac Asimov\n\nAdapted by Richard Sherriff\n\nAudio taken from BBC radio adaptation, broadcast 1973 (Public Domain)
"Not yet. It is enough for the moment that you know that a scientific refuge will be established on Terminus. And another will be established at the other end of the Galaxy, let us say," and he smiled, "at Star's End. And as for the rest, I will die soon, and you will see more than I... no, no. Spare me your shock and good wishes. My doctors tell me that i cannot live longer than a year or two. But then, I have accomplished in life what I have intended and under what circumstnaces may one better die?"\n\n"And after you die, sir?"\n\n"Why, there will be successors, perhaps even yourself. And these successors will be able to aplly the final touch in the scheme and instigate the revolt on Anacreon at the right time and in the right manner. Thereafter, events may roll unheeded."\n\n"I do no understand."\n\n"You will." Seldon's lined face grew peaceful and tired, both at once. "Most will leave for Terminus, but some will stay. It will be easy to arrange. But as for me," and he concluded in a whisper, so that you can scarcely hear him, "I am finished."\n\nTHE END\n\nCONTINUED IN FOUNDATION PART II: THE ENCYCLOPEDISTS\n\n[[Credits||Credits]]
You look up and begin walking.\n\nThere are hundres creeping across the vast floor, following their individual trails, sifting and straining themselves through intersection points to arrive at their respective destinations.\n\nYour trails ends.\n\nA man in a glaring blue-and-yellow uniform, shining and new in unstatinable plasto-textile, reached for your two bags.\n\n"Direct line to the Luxor," he said.\n\n<<if $seen_figure eq "yes">>The figure who followed you heard that. He also hears you says "Fine" and watches you enter the blunt nosed vehicle.<<endif>>\n\n[[Take the Taxi|JourneyOne]]
You follow the officer as he leaves the room, and clutch at his sleeve of his uniform with the Spaceship-and-Sun of the empire on it.\n\n"Would it be possible to let me stay? I would like to see Trantor."\n\nThe officer smiled.\n"We'll be landing on Trantor by morning."\n\n" I mean I want to see it from space."\n\n"Oh. Sorry, my boy. If this were a space-yacht we might manage it. But we're spinning down, sunside. You wouldn't want to be blinded, burnt, and radiation-scarred all at the same time, would you?"\n\n[[Head to the debarkation rooms|ViewFour]]
An officer enters the room and says,\n\n"View-Room will be closed for the remainder of the trip. Prepare for landing."\n\n[[Stay to watch Trantor approach|ViewThree]]\n[[Head to the debarkation rooms|Landing]]
"Why would it give them nerves? -my name's Gaal, by the way."\n\n"Subjective matter of opinion, Gaal. If you grow up in a corridor and work in a cell, and vacation in a crowded sun-room, then coming up into the open with nothing but sky over you might just give you a nervous breakdown. They make the children come up here once a year, after they're five. I don't know if it does any good. They don't get enough of it really, and the first few times they scream themselves into hysteria. They ought to start as soon as they're weaned and have the trip once a week."\n\nHe went on,\n"Of course, it doesn't really matter. What if they never come out at all? They're happy down there and they run the empire."\n\n"How high up do you think we are?"\n\nThe elevator had take a good while. And all you had seen below was more steel.\n\n[["Half a mile?"|TowerHeight]]\n[["A mile?"|TowerHeight]]\n[["At least two miles."|TowerHeight]]\n
The debarkation building is tremendous. The roof was almost lost in its heights. you could almost imagine that clouds could form beneath its immensity. You can see no opposite wall; just men and desks -like the one you just moved through- and converging floor till it faded out in the haze.\n\n[[Head to the taxis.|TaxiOne]]\n
Seldon was filled with the intense excitement of a man whose body only had grown old.\n\n"Come, come. You saw how the result was arrived at. Put it into words. Forget the symbolism for a moment."\n\nYou sigh, and say,\n"As Trantor becomes more specialised, it becomes more vulnerable, less able to defend itself. Futher, as it becomes more and more the administrative centre of the Empire, it becomes a greater prize. As the imperial succession becomes more and more uncertain, and feuds among the great families more rampant, social responsibility disappears."\n\n"Enough. And numerical proablility of total destruction within five centuries, through my field-differentation, lies at 92.5 per cent."\n\n"I have seen none of this in the journals."\n\n"But of course not. This is unprintable. Do you suppose the Imperium could expose its shakiness in this manner? That is a very simple demonstration in psychohistory. But some of our results have leaked out among the aristocracy."\n\n"That's bad."\n\n"Not neccessarily. All is being taken into account. However, it does mean my project is being investigated."\n\n"Oh, yes. There is a probability of 1.7 per cent that I will be executed, but of course that will not stop the project. We have taken that into account as well. Well, never mind. Meet me at the university tomorrow."\n\nHe left.\n\n[[Continue||ArrestIntro]]
<<set $talked_jerril = "yes">>\nThe man Smiled,\n"First time on Trantor?"\n\n"Yes Mr Jerril."\n\n"Thought so. Jerril's my first name. Trantor gets you if you've got the poetic temperament. Trantorians never come up here, though. They don't like it. Gives them nerves."\n\n[["Why should it give them nerves?"|TowerConvo1.1]]\n[["Well if you're born in a cubicle..."|TowerConvo1.2]]\n
"Of course, we could not be certain that it would be Terminus he would choose, but we hoped it might be, and we acted upon that assumption."\n\n"But why Dr. Seldon? If you arranged the exile, why? Could not events be better controlled here on Trantor?"\n\n"Why, there are some reasons. We can work with imperial support without rousing fears we endanger Imperial safety."\n\n"But you only aroused those fears to force exile. I still do not understand."\n\n"Twenty thousand families would not travel to the end of the Galaxy of their own will perhaps."\n\n"But why should they be forced there? May I not know?"\n\n[[Continue.||FinaleFinale]]
You eagerly follow signs to the hotel's Sun Room, although when you get there you dissappointingly find it only to be a chamber for basking in artificial radiation. Made for those who the prospect of going beneath the actual sun scared.\n\nYou linger a moment or two.\n\nPerhaps someone at the lobby will know something about the space-tours you heard mentioned on the ship.\n\n[[Go to the hotel lobby|LobbyOne]]
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The man said,\n"I am Lors Avakim. Dr. Seldon has directed me to represent you."\n\n"Is that so? Well, then, look here. I demand an instant appeal to the Emperor. I'm being held without cause. I'm innocent if anything, of anything!"\n\nYou slash your hand outwards, palms down.\n\n[["You've got to arrnage a hearing with the Emperor, instantly."||LawyerThree.1]]\n[["I've been the victim of gross infringements of liberty. I've been followed, tapped. Who knows what else?"||LawyerThree.2]]\n[[Dr. Seldon's prediction is coming true isn't it?"||LawyerThree.3]]
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The trial had not lasted long. It was in its third day.Yet, already you could not cast your mind back far enough to embrace its beginning.\n\nFive of the Commission of Public Safety sat behind the raised desk. They wore scarlet and gold uniforms and the shining, close-fitting plastic caps that were the sign of their judicial function. In the centre was the Chief Commissioner Linge Chen. Chen, throughout the trial has barely said a word. He has made it quite clear that speech is quite beneath his dignity.\n\nThe commissioner's advocate consulted his notes and the examination continued, with Seldon still on the stand.\n\n[[Continue||Trial]]
For a long while, you sit silently as the taxi whined through the hundreds of worm-like tunnels toward the university. Then, you finally say,\n\n"Was what you told the commissioner true? Would your execution have really hastened the fall?"\n\n"I never lie about psychohisotirc findings. Nor would have it availed me in this case. Chen knew I spoke the truth. He is a clever politician and politicians by the very nature of their work must have an instinctive feeling for the truths of psychohistory."\n\n"Then need you have accepted exile?"\n\nSeldon did not answer.\n\n[[Continue.||Finale2]]
All the university was a burst of light. You had almost forgotten that a sun could exist. Nor was the university in the open. Its buildings were covered by a monstrous dome and glass-and-yet-not-glass. It was polarised; so that you could look directly upon the blazing star above. Yet its light was undimmed and it glannced off the metal buildings as far as the eye could see. The buildings of the university were silvery, lacking the hard steel grey of the rest of Trantor.\n\nSeldon said,\n"Soldiers, it seems."\n\nYou bring your eyes to the prosaic ground and find a sentinel ahead of you. A soft-spoken captain materialised from a near-by doorway.\n\n"We have been waiting for you. You and your men will be under martial law henceforth. I have been instructed to inform you that six months will be allowed you for preperations to leave for Terminus."\n\n[["Six months!"||Finale3.1]]\n[["There must be a mistake, we must require at least a year!"||Finale3.1]]\n[["We better get started then."||Finale4]]
You and Seldon proceed to his office.\n\nIt was not a large office, but it was quite spy-proof and quite undetectably so. Spy-beams trained upon it received neither a suspisious silence nor an even more suspicious static. They received, rather, a conversation constructed at random out of a vast stoock of innocuous phrases in various tones and voices.\n\nSeldon, at his ease, said,\n"Now, six months will be enough."\n\n[["Why do I get the feeling you planned this?"||Finale5.1]]\n[["I don't see how."||Finale5.2]]
"Unfortunately, I cannot. Dr. Seldon is himself arrested."\n\nThe door was thrown open before you could begin the uttering of a cry. A guard entered, walked up to the table, picked up the recorder, looked upon all sides of it and put it in his pocket.\n\nAvakim said quietly,\n"I will need that instrument."\n\n"We will supply you with one, Counsellor, that does not cast a static field."\n\n"My interview is done, in that case."\n\nYou watch him leave. \n\n[[Contine||TrialIntro]]
You approach the room clerk behind the main desk.\n\n"Where can I buy a ticket for the planetary tour?"\n\n"Right here."\n\n"When will it start?"\n\n"You just missed it. another one tomorrow. Buy a ticket now and we'll reserve a place for you."\n\n"Oh."\nTomorrow would be too late. you would have to be at the university tomorrow.\n\n[[Ask about alternatives.|LobbyTwo]]\n[[Return to your room.|RoomWait]]