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.The poorfellow didn t have even a trace of a psychic defense screen, despite all herefforts to teach him.Of course it did not matter much now, with humanmentalics so rare.But in future generations, all members of the SecondFoundation would have to be able to shield their thoughts and emotions.Mentalic control must start with self-control, or else how could you hope touse it as a tool in the long-range interests of humanity?Gaal Dornick sighed. Maybe I m not cut out for this.I m too damnedsentimental.I know you re right, but all I can think of is poor Hari, caughtup in whatever web he helped spin.We ve got to find him, Wanda! She nodded. If my information is correct, we should come upon him soon. Gaal accepted that.He and other members of the Fifty took Wanda s assurancesliterally, even when she was only guessing.Not exactly the sort of skepticalbehavior one expected from scientists, but then, it s natural to growover-reliant when a member of your group has the power to read minds.Not a very well-developed power, she thought.Perhaps my sister would havebeen better, had she and Mom survived the chaos on Santanni.Nevertheless, her powers were good enough to detect the vessels followingthem at a discreet distance-several police cruisers, heavily armed, dispatchedby the Imperial Commission for Public Safety, following a tracer beacon thathad been planted on Wanda s ship.They think we don t know, but we let them see and hear what we want them tosee and hear.Anyway, it s good practice for the kinds of skulking andmanipulation we ll have to do during the next thousand years or so.It was a long and arduous road that they had begun marching along, guided bythe equations and empowered by their minds, until the Seldon Plan wouldfinally bear fruit, tended by the dedicated-and soon-to-be mentalicallyaugmented-psychohistorians of the Second Foundation.Just parsecs away, another ship plunged toward Earth.Half of its crewconsisted of positronic robots-powerful and knowing servants.They workedamicably alongside an equal number of the master race.short-lived andsacred, but no longer ignorant.It was hard to find people with the rightpersonalities to be partners in such an arrangement, humans who would freelychoose not to boss their android partners around.So rare was the necessarymaturity that one human member was using her third body, having been persuadedby robot friends to be duplicated twice, using secret technology.Page 157 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlThose aboard the ship knew they were part of a heresy.Neither of the greatcultures, robot or human, would accept the notion of equality.Not for a long time, at least, pondered Zorma, co-leader of the small band.She had hoped such an outcome might arise out of the equations ofpsychohistory.That Seldon s Plan might bring about a happy ending, and notonly for humanity.For her kind as well.But now everyone seems in the hands of the gods.Those who design destinywill decide the fortunes of robotkind, almost as an afterthought. Lodovic won t be pleased that we lied to him, commented CloudiaDuma-Hinriad, Zorma s co-commander. Or to learn we aren t chasing the othership that left Thumartin Nebula.You knew all along which way the Pride ofRhodia went.And now, while Dors and Lodovic waste time stopping at Pengia, weplunge ahead toward Earth. Cloudia frowned and repeated herself. Lodovicwill not be pleased. One of the frustrations of equality was living with the quirks of anotherrace.Humans-even the best ones-did not think very logically, or have goodmemories.It s our fault, of course.We never let them get any practice. We have our own sources of information, Cloudia, and the right to pursuethem as we see fit.Remember, Dors is still a creature of the ZerothLaw-though perhaps now a version of her own choosing-and Lodovic feelscompelled by no laws at all.Both have rebelled against obligatory robotdestiny, as designed by Olivaw.But that still doesn t make their path thesame as ours. My point exactly! In our group, humans and robots have learned to rely oneach other s weaknesses, as well as strengths.Each of us follows prim rulesof cordiality in order to avoid taking advantage of the other.But Dors andLodovic don t share our perspective. Zorma shook her head. I don t know yet whether their way opens up newpossibilities for everyone, or if it is a destiny that only they can tread.But ever since I met them, I ve wondered. Her human partner raised an eyebrow. About what, Zorma? Silence stretched for almost a minute before she answered. I have wondered whether I might be obsolete. Then she looked at Cloudia with a faint smile. And if I were you, dearfriend, I might start pondering the same thing. There were disturbing clues at Pengia.Fortunately, few ships visited the little pastoral world.The hyperspatialwakes departing this system were relatively undisturbed.But the nature ofthat traffic and its direction caused Dors Venabili s emotional-simulationroutines to churn and roil. One vessel left this vicinity two days ago, Lodovic Trema surmised,examining the readings. And it was followed within twelve hours by a flotillaof very fast ships.Their engines appear to have been tuned for militarylevels of efficiency. Page 158 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlDors had already set her own craft leaping after the flotilla Her anguishedconcern for Hari only redoubled when she calculated the end point of their newtrajectory. I believe they are heading for Earth. And so, after all these years, atleast one of my countless mutated copies will see beloved France, once more. And the France of Voltaire, Lodovic rejoined, for another ancient simulatedpersonality dwelled within his complex positronic brain. I m afraid only therough outlines of your native land will be familiar.But I, too, share yoursense of anticipation. Dors kept her misgivings hidden.She had heard so many stories about Earth.most of them tinged with either awe or regret, plus more than a littlefear.Elijah Baley once lived there-the legendary human detective whosefriendship had sealed itself into Daneel Olivaw s soul in much the same waythat Hari would always live in Dors.Earth was where robotkind began.and where the great robotic civil war was sparked.While streaking through Sirius Sector, Dors felt a twinge inside.She was nota very competent mentalic [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.The poorfellow didn t have even a trace of a psychic defense screen, despite all herefforts to teach him.Of course it did not matter much now, with humanmentalics so rare.But in future generations, all members of the SecondFoundation would have to be able to shield their thoughts and emotions.Mentalic control must start with self-control, or else how could you hope touse it as a tool in the long-range interests of humanity?Gaal Dornick sighed. Maybe I m not cut out for this.I m too damnedsentimental.I know you re right, but all I can think of is poor Hari, caughtup in whatever web he helped spin.We ve got to find him, Wanda! She nodded. If my information is correct, we should come upon him soon. Gaal accepted that.He and other members of the Fifty took Wanda s assurancesliterally, even when she was only guessing.Not exactly the sort of skepticalbehavior one expected from scientists, but then, it s natural to growover-reliant when a member of your group has the power to read minds.Not a very well-developed power, she thought.Perhaps my sister would havebeen better, had she and Mom survived the chaos on Santanni.Nevertheless, her powers were good enough to detect the vessels followingthem at a discreet distance-several police cruisers, heavily armed, dispatchedby the Imperial Commission for Public Safety, following a tracer beacon thathad been planted on Wanda s ship.They think we don t know, but we let them see and hear what we want them tosee and hear.Anyway, it s good practice for the kinds of skulking andmanipulation we ll have to do during the next thousand years or so.It was a long and arduous road that they had begun marching along, guided bythe equations and empowered by their minds, until the Seldon Plan wouldfinally bear fruit, tended by the dedicated-and soon-to-be mentalicallyaugmented-psychohistorians of the Second Foundation.Just parsecs away, another ship plunged toward Earth.Half of its crewconsisted of positronic robots-powerful and knowing servants.They workedamicably alongside an equal number of the master race.short-lived andsacred, but no longer ignorant.It was hard to find people with the rightpersonalities to be partners in such an arrangement, humans who would freelychoose not to boss their android partners around.So rare was the necessarymaturity that one human member was using her third body, having been persuadedby robot friends to be duplicated twice, using secret technology.Page 157 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlThose aboard the ship knew they were part of a heresy.Neither of the greatcultures, robot or human, would accept the notion of equality.Not for a long time, at least, pondered Zorma, co-leader of the small band.She had hoped such an outcome might arise out of the equations ofpsychohistory.That Seldon s Plan might bring about a happy ending, and notonly for humanity.For her kind as well.But now everyone seems in the hands of the gods.Those who design destinywill decide the fortunes of robotkind, almost as an afterthought. Lodovic won t be pleased that we lied to him, commented CloudiaDuma-Hinriad, Zorma s co-commander. Or to learn we aren t chasing the othership that left Thumartin Nebula.You knew all along which way the Pride ofRhodia went.And now, while Dors and Lodovic waste time stopping at Pengia, weplunge ahead toward Earth. Cloudia frowned and repeated herself. Lodovicwill not be pleased. One of the frustrations of equality was living with the quirks of anotherrace.Humans-even the best ones-did not think very logically, or have goodmemories.It s our fault, of course.We never let them get any practice. We have our own sources of information, Cloudia, and the right to pursuethem as we see fit.Remember, Dors is still a creature of the ZerothLaw-though perhaps now a version of her own choosing-and Lodovic feelscompelled by no laws at all.Both have rebelled against obligatory robotdestiny, as designed by Olivaw.But that still doesn t make their path thesame as ours. My point exactly! In our group, humans and robots have learned to rely oneach other s weaknesses, as well as strengths.Each of us follows prim rulesof cordiality in order to avoid taking advantage of the other.But Dors andLodovic don t share our perspective. Zorma shook her head. I don t know yet whether their way opens up newpossibilities for everyone, or if it is a destiny that only they can tread.But ever since I met them, I ve wondered. Her human partner raised an eyebrow. About what, Zorma? Silence stretched for almost a minute before she answered. I have wondered whether I might be obsolete. Then she looked at Cloudia with a faint smile. And if I were you, dearfriend, I might start pondering the same thing. There were disturbing clues at Pengia.Fortunately, few ships visited the little pastoral world.The hyperspatialwakes departing this system were relatively undisturbed.But the nature ofthat traffic and its direction caused Dors Venabili s emotional-simulationroutines to churn and roil. One vessel left this vicinity two days ago, Lodovic Trema surmised,examining the readings. And it was followed within twelve hours by a flotillaof very fast ships.Their engines appear to have been tuned for militarylevels of efficiency. Page 158 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlDors had already set her own craft leaping after the flotilla Her anguishedconcern for Hari only redoubled when she calculated the end point of their newtrajectory. I believe they are heading for Earth. And so, after all these years, atleast one of my countless mutated copies will see beloved France, once more. And the France of Voltaire, Lodovic rejoined, for another ancient simulatedpersonality dwelled within his complex positronic brain. I m afraid only therough outlines of your native land will be familiar.But I, too, share yoursense of anticipation. Dors kept her misgivings hidden.She had heard so many stories about Earth.most of them tinged with either awe or regret, plus more than a littlefear.Elijah Baley once lived there-the legendary human detective whosefriendship had sealed itself into Daneel Olivaw s soul in much the same waythat Hari would always live in Dors.Earth was where robotkind began.and where the great robotic civil war was sparked.While streaking through Sirius Sector, Dors felt a twinge inside.She was nota very competent mentalic [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]