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. No no.I m not talking memory.I m not talking good old days.I m talkingstatistics. At this, Seldon recalled Hummin talking of the degeneration of the times. See what I mean? said Lindor, his voice dropping. There s a bunch ofpeople, at the C-3 level from the looks of them, drinking.Not one of them isat his or her post. What are they drinking? asked Dors. Special fluids for replacing electrolyte loss.Fruit juice. You can t blame them, can you? said Dors indignantly. In this dry heat, youwould have to drink. Do you know how long a skilled C-3 can spin out a drink? And there s nothingto be done about it either.If we give them fiveminute breaks for drinks andstagger them so they don t all congregate in a group, you simply stir up arebellion. They were approaching the group now.There were men and women (Dahl seemed tobe a more or less amphisexual society) and both sexes were shirtless.Thewomen wore devices that might be called brassieres, but they were strictlyfunctional.They served to lift the breasts in order to improve ventilationand limit perspiration, but covered nothing.Dors said in an aside to Seldon, That makes sense, Hari.I m soaking wetthere. Take off your brassiere, then, said Seldon. I won t lift a finger to stopyou. Somehow, said Dors, I guessed you wouldn t. She left her brassiere whereit was.They were approaching the congregation of people-about a dozen of them.Dors said, If any of them make rude remarks, I shall survive. Thank you, said Lindor. I cannot promise they won t.--but I ll have tointroduce you.If they get the idea that you two are inspectors and in mycompany, they ll become unruly.Inspectors are supposed to poke around ontheir own without anyone from management overseeing them. He held up his arms. Heatsinkers, I have two introductions to make.We havevisitors from outside-two Outworlders, two scholars.They ve got worldsrunning short on energy and they ve come here to see how we do it here inDahl.They think they may learn something. They ll learn how to sweat! shouted a heatsinker and there was raucouslaughter. She s got a sweaty chest right now, shouted a woman, covering up likethat. Dors shouted back, I d take it off, but mine can t compete with yours. Thelaughter turned good-natured.But one young man stepped forward, staring at Seldon with intense deep-seteyes, his face set into a humorless mask.He said, I know you.You re themathematician. He ran forward, inspecting Seldon s face with eager solemnity.Automatically,Dors stepped in front of Seldon and Lindor stepped in front of her, shouting, Back, heatsinker.Mind your manners. Seldon said, Wait! Let him talk to me.Why is everyone piling in front ofme? Lindor said in a low voice, If any of them get close, you ll find they don tPage 147 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlsmell like hothouse flowers. I ll endure it, said Seldon brusquely. Young man, what is it you want? My name is Amaryl.Yugo Amaryl.I ve seen you on holovision. You might have, but what about it? I don t remember your name. You don t have to. You talked about something called psychohistory. You don t know how I wish I hadn t. What? Nothing.What is it you want? I want to talk to you.Just for a little while.Now. Seldon looked at Lindor, who shook his head firmly. Not while he s on hisshift. When does your shift begin, Mr.Amaryl? asked Seldon. Sixteen hundred. Can you see me tomorrow at fourteen hundred? Sure.Where? Seldon turned to Tisalver.Would you permit me to see him in your place? Tisalver looked very unhappy. Its not necessary.He s just a heatsinker. Seldon said, He recognized my face.He knows something about me.He can t bejust an anything.I ll see him in my room. And then, as Tisalver s facedidn t soften, he added, My room, for which rent is being paid.And you ll beat work, out of the apartment. Tisalver said in a low voice, It s not me, Master Seldon.It s my wife,Casilia.She won t stand for it. I ll talk to her, said Seldon grimly. She ll have to. 64.Casilia Tisalver opened her eyes wide. A heatsinker? Not in my apartment. Why not? Besides, he ll be coming to my room, said Seldon. At fourteenhundred. I won t have it, said Mistress Tisalver. This is what comes of going downto the heatsinks.Jirad was a fool. Not at all, Mistress Tisalver.We went at my request and I was fascinated.Imust see this young man, since that is necessary to my scholarly work. I m sorry if it is, but I won t have it. Dors Venabili raised her hand. Hari, let me take care of this.MistressTisalver, if Dr.Seldon must see someone in his room this afternoon, theadditional person naturally means additional rent.We understand that.Fortoday, then, the rent on Dr.Seldon s room will be doubled. Mistress Tisalver thought about it. Well, that s decent of you, but it s notonly the credits.There s the neighbours to think of [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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. No no.I m not talking memory.I m not talking good old days.I m talkingstatistics. At this, Seldon recalled Hummin talking of the degeneration of the times. See what I mean? said Lindor, his voice dropping. There s a bunch ofpeople, at the C-3 level from the looks of them, drinking.Not one of them isat his or her post. What are they drinking? asked Dors. Special fluids for replacing electrolyte loss.Fruit juice. You can t blame them, can you? said Dors indignantly. In this dry heat, youwould have to drink. Do you know how long a skilled C-3 can spin out a drink? And there s nothingto be done about it either.If we give them fiveminute breaks for drinks andstagger them so they don t all congregate in a group, you simply stir up arebellion. They were approaching the group now.There were men and women (Dahl seemed tobe a more or less amphisexual society) and both sexes were shirtless.Thewomen wore devices that might be called brassieres, but they were strictlyfunctional.They served to lift the breasts in order to improve ventilationand limit perspiration, but covered nothing.Dors said in an aside to Seldon, That makes sense, Hari.I m soaking wetthere. Take off your brassiere, then, said Seldon. I won t lift a finger to stopyou. Somehow, said Dors, I guessed you wouldn t. She left her brassiere whereit was.They were approaching the congregation of people-about a dozen of them.Dors said, If any of them make rude remarks, I shall survive. Thank you, said Lindor. I cannot promise they won t.--but I ll have tointroduce you.If they get the idea that you two are inspectors and in mycompany, they ll become unruly.Inspectors are supposed to poke around ontheir own without anyone from management overseeing them. He held up his arms. Heatsinkers, I have two introductions to make.We havevisitors from outside-two Outworlders, two scholars.They ve got worldsrunning short on energy and they ve come here to see how we do it here inDahl.They think they may learn something. They ll learn how to sweat! shouted a heatsinker and there was raucouslaughter. She s got a sweaty chest right now, shouted a woman, covering up likethat. Dors shouted back, I d take it off, but mine can t compete with yours. Thelaughter turned good-natured.But one young man stepped forward, staring at Seldon with intense deep-seteyes, his face set into a humorless mask.He said, I know you.You re themathematician. He ran forward, inspecting Seldon s face with eager solemnity.Automatically,Dors stepped in front of Seldon and Lindor stepped in front of her, shouting, Back, heatsinker.Mind your manners. Seldon said, Wait! Let him talk to me.Why is everyone piling in front ofme? Lindor said in a low voice, If any of them get close, you ll find they don tPage 147 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlsmell like hothouse flowers. I ll endure it, said Seldon brusquely. Young man, what is it you want? My name is Amaryl.Yugo Amaryl.I ve seen you on holovision. You might have, but what about it? I don t remember your name. You don t have to. You talked about something called psychohistory. You don t know how I wish I hadn t. What? Nothing.What is it you want? I want to talk to you.Just for a little while.Now. Seldon looked at Lindor, who shook his head firmly. Not while he s on hisshift. When does your shift begin, Mr.Amaryl? asked Seldon. Sixteen hundred. Can you see me tomorrow at fourteen hundred? Sure.Where? Seldon turned to Tisalver.Would you permit me to see him in your place? Tisalver looked very unhappy. Its not necessary.He s just a heatsinker. Seldon said, He recognized my face.He knows something about me.He can t bejust an anything.I ll see him in my room. And then, as Tisalver s facedidn t soften, he added, My room, for which rent is being paid.And you ll beat work, out of the apartment. Tisalver said in a low voice, It s not me, Master Seldon.It s my wife,Casilia.She won t stand for it. I ll talk to her, said Seldon grimly. She ll have to. 64.Casilia Tisalver opened her eyes wide. A heatsinker? Not in my apartment. Why not? Besides, he ll be coming to my room, said Seldon. At fourteenhundred. I won t have it, said Mistress Tisalver. This is what comes of going downto the heatsinks.Jirad was a fool. Not at all, Mistress Tisalver.We went at my request and I was fascinated.Imust see this young man, since that is necessary to my scholarly work. I m sorry if it is, but I won t have it. Dors Venabili raised her hand. Hari, let me take care of this.MistressTisalver, if Dr.Seldon must see someone in his room this afternoon, theadditional person naturally means additional rent.We understand that.Fortoday, then, the rent on Dr.Seldon s room will be doubled. Mistress Tisalver thought about it. Well, that s decent of you, but it s notonly the credits.There s the neighbours to think of [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]