Forward the Foundation Chapter 2

2But Seldon, while he did not forget Amaryls warning, did not think of it with any great degree of concentration. His fortieth birthday came and went-with the usual psychological blow.Forty He was not young any wanter. Life no longer stretched before him as a vast uncharted field, its horizon lost in the distance. He had been on Trantor for eight years and the time had passed quickly. another(prenominal) eight years and he would be nearly fifty. Old age would be looming.And he had not even made a decent ascendant in psycho storey? Yugo Amaryl spoke b payly of laws and worked out his equations by do daring assumptions based on intuition. But how could 1 possibly test those assumptions? Psychohistory was not yet an experi handstal science. The complete study of psychohistory would require experiments that would involve worlds of people, centuries of time-and a total lack of ethical responsibility.It posed an impossible problem and he resented having to spend any time whatever on departmental tasks, so he walked home at the end of the day in a morose mood.Ordinarily he could always count on a walk through the campus to rouse his spirits. Streeling University was high-domed and the campus gave the feeling of being out in the open without the necessity of enduring the considerate of weather he had experienced on his one (and only) visit to the Imperial Palace. T here(predicate) were trees, lawns, walks, almost as though he were on the campus of his old college on his home world of Helicon.The illusion of cloudiness had been arranged for the day with the sunlight (no sun, of course, fair sunlight) appearing and disappearing at odd intervals. And it was a little cool, just a little.It seemed to Seldon that the cool days came a little more frequently than they used to. Was Trantor saving energy? Was it increasing inefficiency? Or (and he scowled inwardly as he thought it) was he getting old and was his blood getting thin? He placed his cut intos in his jacket p ockets and hunched up his shoulders.Usually he did not bother guiding himself consciously. His body knew the way perfectly from his offices to his computer room and from there to his apartment and back. Generally he negotiated the trend with his thoughts elsewhere, but today a sound penetrated his consciousness. A sound without meaning.Jo Jo Jo JoIt was preferably soft and distant, but it brought back a memory. Yes, Amaryls warning. The demagogue. Was he here on campus?His legs swerved without Seldons making a conscious decision and brought him over the low rise to the University palm, which was used for calis and thenics, sports, and student oratory.In the middle of the Field was a moderate-sized crowd of students who were chanting enthusiastically. On a platform was someone he didnt recognize, someone with a loud voice and a swaying rhythm.It wasnt this man, Joranum, however. He had seen Joranum on holovision a number of times. Since Amaryls warning, Seldon had paid goal atten tion. Joranum was erect and smiled with a kind of vicious camaraderie. He had thick sandy hair and light blue eyes.This speaker was small, if anything-thin, wide-mouthed, caliginous-haired, and loud. Seldon wasnt listening to the words, though he did interpret the phrase power from the one to the many and the many-voiced shout in response.Fine, thought Seldon, but just how does he intend to bring this round-and is he serious?He was at the outskirts of the crowd like a shot and looked around far someone he knew. He spotted Finangelos, a pre-math undergraduate. not a bad young man, dark and woolly-haired.Finangelos, he called out.Professor Seldon said Finangelos after a moment of staring as though unable to recognize Seldon without a keyboard at his fingertips he trotted over. Did you start out to listen to this guy?I didnt come for any purpose but to find out what the noise was. Who is he?His name is Namarti, Professor. Hes speaking for Jo-Jo.I cop that, said Seldon as he lis tened to the chant again. It began each time the speaker made a telling point, apparently. But who is this Namarti? I dont recognize the name. What department is he in?Hes not a member of the University, Professor. Hes one of Jo-Jos men.If hes not a member of the University, he has no right to speak here without a permit. Does he discipline one, do you suppose?I wouldnt get along, Professor.Well then, lets find out.Seldon started into the crowd, but Finangelos caught his sleeve. Dont start anything, Professor. Hes got goons with him.There were six young men behind the speaker, spaced rather widely, legs apart, arms folded, scowling.Goons?For rough stuff, in case anyone tries anything funny. thusly hes certainly not a member of the University and even a permit wouldnt cover what you call his goons. Finangelos, request through to the University security officers. They should arrest been here by now without a signal.I guess they dont want trouble, muttered Finangelos. Please, Prof essor, dont try anything. If you want me to get the security officers, I forget, but you just wait till they come.Maybe I domiciliate break this up before they come.He began pushing his way through. It wasnt difficult. Some of those lay recognized him and all could see the professorial shoulder patch. He reached the platform, placed his hands on it, and vaulted up the three feet with a small grunt. He thought, with chagrin, that he could have done it with one hand ten years before and without the grunt.He straightened up. The speaker had stopped talking and was looking at him with alert and ice-hard eyes.Seldon said calmly, Your permit to address the students, sir.Who are you? said the speaker. He said it loudly, his voice carrying.Im a member of the faculty of this University, said Seldon, equally loudly. Your permit, sir?I refuse your right to question me on the matter. The young men behind the speaker had gathered lastr.If you have none, I would advise you to leave the Univ ersity grounds immediately.And if I dont?Well, for one thing, the University security officers are on their way. He rancid to the crowd. Students, he called out, we have the right of free speech and freedom of assembly on this campus, but it can be taken away from us if we allow outsiders, without permits, to make unauthorized-A heavy hand fell on his shoulder and he winced. He turned around and found it was one of the men Finangelos had referred to as goons.The man said, with a heavy accent whose provenance Seldon could not immediately identify, Get out of here fast. What good will that do? said Seldon. The security officers will be here any minute.In that case, said Namarti with a feral grin, therell be a riot. That doesnt scare us.Of course it wouldnt, said Seldon. Youd like it, but there wont be a riot. Youll all go quietly. He turned again to the students and shrugged off the hand on his shoulder. Well see to that, wont we?Someone in the crowd shouted, Thats Professor Seldon H es all right Dont pound himSeldon sensed ambivalence in the crowd. There would be some, he knew, who would welcome a dust-up with the University security officers, just on general principles. On the other hand, there had to be some who liked him personally and still others who did not know him but who would not want to see violence against a member of the faculty.A womans voice rang out. Watch out, ProfessorSeldon sighed and regarded the large young men he faced. He didnt know if he could do it, if his reflexes were quick enough, his muscles sturdy enough, even given his prowess at Twisting.One goon was approaching him, overconfidently of course. Not quickly, which gave Seldon a little of the time his aging body would need. The goon held out his arm confrontationally, which made it easier.Seldon seized the arm, whirled, and bent, arm up, and then down (with a grunt-why did he have to grunt?), and the goon went flying through the air, propelled partly by his own momentum. He landed w ith a thump on the outer edge of the platform, his right shoulder dislocated.There was a wild cry from the audience at this totally unexpected development. Instantly an institutional pride erupted.Take them, Prof a lone voice shouted. Others overlyk up the cry.Seldon smoothed back his hair, trying not to puff. With his foot he shoved the groaning fallen goon off the platform.Anyone else? he asked pleasantly. Or will you leave quietly?He faced Namarti and his five henchmen and as they paused irresolutely, Seldon said, I warn you. The crowd is on my side now. If you try to rush me, theyll take you apart. Okay, whos adjacent? Lets go. One at a time.He had raised his voice with the last sentence and made small come-hither motions with his fingers. The crowd yelled its pleasure.Namarti stood there stolidly. Seldon leaped past him and caught his fuck in the crook of his arm. Students were climbing onto the platform now, shouting One at a time One at a time and getting betwixt the body guards and Seldon.Seldon increased the pressure on the others windpipe and whispered in his ear, Theres a way to do this, Namarti, and I know how Ive practiced it for years. If you make a become and try to break away, Ill ruin your larynx so that youll never talk above a whisper again. If you value your voice, do as I say. When I let up, you tell your bunch of bullies to leave. If you say anything else, theyll be the last words youll say normally. And if you ever come back to this campus again, no more Mr. Nice Guy. Ill mop up the job.He released the pressure momentarily. Namarti said huskily, All of you. Get out. They retreated rapidly, helping their stricken comrade.When the University security officers arrived a few moments later, Seldon said, Sorry, gentlemen. False alarm.He left the Field and resumed his walk home with more than a little chagrin. He had revealed a side of himself he did not want to reveal. He was Hari Seldon, mathematician, not Hari Seldon, sadistic twister.B esides, he thought gloomily, Dors would hear of this. In fact, hed better tell her himself, lest she hear a version that made the incident seem worse than it really was.She would not be pleased.3She wasnt.Dors was waiting for him at the door of their apartment in an easy stance, hand on one hip, looking very much as she had when he had first met her at this very University eight years before slim, shapely, with curly reddish-gold hair-very beautiful in his eyes but not very beautiful in any objective sense, though he had never been able to assess her objectively after the first few days of their friendship.Dors Venabili Thats what he thought when he saw her calm face. There were many worlds, even many sectors on Trantor where it would have been common to call her Dors Seldon, but that, he always thought, would put the lucre of ownership on her and he did not wish it, even though the custom was sanctioned by existence back into the vague mists of the pre-Imperial past.Dors said, sof tly and with a sad shake of her head that barely disturbed her loose curls, Ive heard, Hari. Just what am I going to do with you?A kiss would not be amiss.Well, perhaps, but only after we probe this a little. Come in. The door closed behind them. You know, dear, I have my course and my research. Im still doing that dreadful history of the Kingdom of Trantor, which you tell me is essential to your own work. Shall I drop it all and take to wandering around with you, protecting you? Its still my job, you know. Its more than ever my job, now that youre making progress with psychohistory.Making progress? I wish I were. But you neednt protect me.Neednt I? I sent Raych out looking for you. afterwards all, you were late and I was concerned. You usually tell me when youre going to be late. Im sorry if that makes me sound as though Im your keeper, Hari, but I am your keeper.Does it occur to you, custodian Dors, that every once in a while I like to slip my leash?And if something happens to yo u, what do I tell Demerzel?Am I too late for dinner? Have we clicked for kitchen service?No. I was waiting for you. And as long as youre here, you click it. Youre a great deal pickier than I am when it comes to food. And dont change the subject.Didnt Raych tell you that I was all right? So whats there to talk about?When he found you, you were in control of the stead and he got back here first, but not by much. I didnt hear any details. Tell me-What-were-you-doing?Seldon shrugged. There was an illegal gathering, Dors, and I broke it up. The University could have gotten a good deal of trouble it didnt need if I hadnt.And it was up to you to prevent it? Hari. youre not a Twister anymore. Youre a -He put in hastily, An old man?For a Twister, yes. Youre forty. How do you feel?Well-A little stiff.I can well imagine. And one of these days, when you try to pretend youre a young Heliconian athlete, youll break a rib. Now tell me about it.Well, I told you how Amaryl warned me that Demerzel w as in trouble because of the demagoguery of Jo-Jo Joranum.Jo-Jo. Yes, I know that much. What dont I know? What happened today?There was a rally at the Field. A Jo-Jo partisan named Namarti was addressing the crowd-Namarti is Gambol Deen Namarti, Joranums right-hand man.Well, you know more about it than I do. In any case, he was addressing a large crowd and he had no permit and I think he was hoping there would be some sort of riot. They feed on these disorders and if he could close down the University even temporarily, he would charge Demerzel with the destruction of academic freedom. I gather they blame him for everything. So I stopped them. Sent them off without a riot.You sound proud.Why not? Not bad for a man of forty.Is that why you did it? To test your status at forty?Seldon thoughtfully clicked the dinner menu. Then he said, No. I really was concerned that the University would get into needless trouble. And I was concerned about Demerzel. Im afraid that Yugos tales of danger had impressed me more than I realized. That was stupid, Dors, because I know that Demerzel can take care of himself. I couldnt explain that to Yugo or to anyone but you.He drew in a deep breath. Its tremendous what a pleasure it is that I can at least talk to you about it. You know and I know and Demerzel knows and no one else knows-at least, that I know of-that Demerzel is untouchable.Dors touched a contact on a recessed wall panel and the dining section of their living quarters lit up with a soft peach-colored glow. Together, she and Hari walked to the table, which was already set with linen, crystal, and utensils. As they sat, the dinner began to arrive-there was never any long delay at this time of evening-and Seldon accepted it quite casually. He had long since grown accustomed to the social position that made it unnecessary for them to patronize the faculty dinners.Seldon savored the seasonings they had learned to enjoy during their stay at Mycogen-the only thing about that s trange, male-dominated, religion-permeated, living-in-the-past sector they had not detested.Dors said softly, How do you mean, untouchable?Come, dear, he can alter emotions. You havent forgotten that. If Joranum really became dangerous, he could be-he made a vague move with his hands- altered made to change his mind.Dors looked uncomfortable and the meal proceeded in an unusual silence. It wasnt until it was over and the remains-dishes, cutlery, and all-swirled down the disposal chute in the center of the table (which then smoothly covered itself over) that she said, Im not sure I want to talk about this, Hari, but I cant let you be fooled by your own innocence. honour? He frowned.Yes. Weve never talked about this. I never thought it would come up, but Demerzel has shortcomings. He is not untouchable, he may be harmed, and Joranum is indeed a danger to him.Are you serious?Of course I am. You dont understand robots-certainly not one as complex as Demerzel. And I do.