Foundation 07 Forward the Foundation by Isaac Asimov

Author:Isaac Asimov [Asimov, Isaac]
Format: epub
Published: 2010-05-22T00:25:48.679000+00:00

"They just love that new baby. They don't care about me anymore."

"I love you, Wanda."

"Well, you're the only one then, Uncle Yugo." And even though she could no longer crawl onto his lap as she had when she was younger, she cradled her head on his shoulder and wept.

Amaryl, totally unaware of what he should do, could only hug the girl and say, "Don't cry. Don't cry." And out of sheer sympathy and because he had so little in his own life to weep about, he found that tears were trickling down his own cheeks as well.

And then he said with sudden energy, "Wanda, would you like to see something pretty?"

"What?" sniffled Wanda.

Amaryl knew only one thing in life and the Universe that was pretty. He said, "Did you ever see the Prime Radiant?"

"No. What is it?"

"It's what your grandfather and I use to do our work. See? It's right here."

He pointed to the black cube on his desk and Wanda looked at it woefully. "That's not pretty," she said.

"Not now," agreed Amaryl. "But watch when I turn it on."

He did so. The room darkened and filled with dots of light and flashes of different colors. "See? Now we can magnify it so all the dots become mathematical symbols."

And so they did. There seemed a rush of material toward them and there, in the air, were signs of all sorts, letters, numbers, arrows, and shapes that Wanda had never seen before.

"Isn't it pretty?" asked Amaryl.

"Yes, it is," said Wanda, staring carefully at the equations that (she didn't know) represented possible futures. "I don't like that part, though. I think it's wrong." She pointed at a colorful equation to her left.

"Wrong? Why do you say it's wrong" said Amaryl, frowning.

"Because it's not . . . pretty. I'd do it a different way."

Amaryl cleared his throat. "Well, I'll try to fix it up." And he moved closer to the equation in question, staring at it in his owlish fashion.

Wanda said, "Thank you very much, Uncle Yugo, for showing me your pretty lights. Maybe someday I'll understand what they mean."

"That's all right," said Amaryl. "I hope you feel better."

"A little, thanks," and, after flashing the briefest of smiles, she left the room.

Amaryl stood there, feeling a trifle hurt. He didn't like having the Prime Radiant's product criticized-not even by a twelve-year-old girl who knew no better.

And as he stood there, he had no idea whatsoever that the psychohistorical revolution had begun.

-4-

That afternoon Amaryl went to Hari Seldon's office at Streeling University. That in itself was unusual, for Amaryl virtually never left his own office, even to speak with a colleague just down the hall.

"Hari," said Amaryl, frowning and looking puzzled. "Something very odd has happened. Very peculiar."

Seldon looked at Amaryl with deepest sorrow. He was only fifty-three, but he looked much older, bent, worn down to almost transparency. When forced, he had undergone doctors' examinations and the doctors had all recommended that he leave his work for a period of time (some said permanently) and rest.

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