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  The advocate stared at Hari as if he were either a saint or a monster. Chen let the gavel fall again, off center. Some of the peers jerked at the sharp clang.

  The advocate knew the truth of what Hari was saying; they all knew the Empire was failing, some knew it was already dead. Hari felt a hollow, prickling sadness to be once again, always and always and again, the bearer of bad tidings. How nice it would be not to think of death and decay, to be elsewhere, on Helicon perhaps, learning anew how to live without fear beneath the sky-the sky! To actually see those things I use as metaphor-a tree, wind, a storm. I truly am a raven. I know why they hate and fear me!

  “I am through with you, professor,” the advocate said.

  Hari nodded, and left the docket to return to the crib. He sat slowly, stiffly, beside Gaal Dornick.

  With a grim smile, he asked Gaal, “How did you like the show?”

  Gaal’s young face was shiny and highly colored. He said, “You stole it.”

  Hari shook his head. “I fear they’ll hate me for telling them all this yet again.”

  Gaal swallowed. He had courage, but he was still human. “What will happen now?”

  “They’ll adjourn the trial and try to come to a private agreement with me.”

  “How do you know?”

  Hari rocked his head back and forth slowly, massaged his neck with one hand. “I’ll be honest. I don’t know. It depends on the Chief Commissioner. I have studied him for years. I have tried to analyze his workings, but you know how risky it is to introduce the vagaries of an individual in the psychohistoric equations. Yet I have hopes.”

  Daneel. How well have I done?

  57.

  Chen had first aroused Hari’s enmity by the manner of his deposing (and exiling? assassinating?) the Emperor Agis XIV. Hari had often wished he could have done something about that…

  And throughout the trial, Linge Chen had sat behind his judicial bench with an expression of aristocratic boredom, doing nothing, saying little, letting his advocate-a man of little apparent wit himself-do all the questioning. Despite the visit in his first cell, Hari’s opinion of Chen was back to square one-complete disdain.

  The advocate had led Hari’s testimony the previous day into the thorny question of the Psychohistory Project itself, and Hari’s predictions. Hari had told them what they needed to know, and not a whit more-and still, he believed he had carried the day.

  On the fourth day, when prompted by the advocate to specify the actual signs of the Empire’s decay and collapse, Hari used the Commission of Public Safety as an example.

  “The best traditions of Imperial governance are now overwhelmed by wheezing formulaic engines of political ingenuity and law driven to extremes. Laws are convoluted, and they are overwhelmed by case histories with an extraordinary power of precedence and a devastating lack of relevance. The deadweight of the past oppresses us as surely as if all the corpses of our ancestors were gathered in our living rooms, refusing to be buried. But we do not even recognize their faces, or know their names, for though the past crushes us, we are ignorant of it. We have lost so much history we can never recover our way to our origins. We do not know who we are, or why we are placed here…”

  “You believe we are ignoramuses, professor?”

  Hari gave the Chief Commissioner’s advocate a weary smile then, and turned to the baronial judges. “Not one of you can tell me what happened five hundred years ago, much less a thousand. A list of Emperors, to be sure-but what they did, how they lived, matters not in the least to you…And yet, when a case comes up, you send your servants into the stacks of traditional legal and political history to dig up cases like old bones into which you would breathe a magic yet grotesque life.”

  Linge Chen’s gaze narrowed a bit at that, nothing more.

  What is he up to? Hari wondered. Half the time he seems intent on letting me hang myself with treasonous arrogance-or so it must seem to the audience. And the other half-he lets me drive home points that must resonate with all of them, that must convince them I’m right…

  Now the advocate advanced upon Gaal Dornick, who sat in the docket caught between boredom and fear for his life-a numbing situation, as Hari well knew.

  “Our proceedings here will soon be at an end. But something has happened in this antiquated political apparatus of ours”-the advocate cast a wry glance at Hari-”which causes this Commission some concern. A new branch of administration has been formed, the Commission for the General Security, and it has made its first task the investigation of the possibility that this Empire has been infiltrated for thousands of years by malevolent forces. A brief has been placed before this Commission, accompanied by a writ demanding immediate action from the Emperor Klayus himself. Our Commission, and our honorable Chief Commissioner, is always concerned with those problems which concern the Emperor. So tell me, Gaal Dornick-what do you know about robots? Not tiktoks, but fully mental, thinking machines.”

  Hari looked up slowly, saw Gaal’s confusion. Oh, Sky, he thought. This means we’re going to be grilled by Farad Sinter…Hari turned to Boon and whispered, “Did you know this would come up now?”

  Boon replied, “No. Sinter has filed another writ claiming the right to question you during this trial, for his own purposes of gathering evidence. I don’t believe Chen can deny the writ, unless he wants to deny the authority of General Security. It’s not in his best interests to do that…yet.”

  Hari leaned back. Gaal was already in the middle of his answer, precise and unequivocal, as was his habit.

  “They’re an ancient myth, and, of course, I suppose they might have existed at one time, in the dim past. I know of childhood stories”

  “We are not concerned with childhood stories,” the advocate said. “In the interests of investigating this issue before it gets a thorough public airing, we need to know if you have ever had personal knowledge of the existence of a robot or robots.”

  Gaal smiled, a little embarrassed by the ridiculous subject. “No,” he said.

  “Are you absolutely certain?”

  “Yes. I have never had personal knowledge.”

  “Do robots serve in Professor Seldon’s Project?”

  “I know of none, personally,” Gaal said.

  “Thank you,” the advocate said. “Now, I would like to once again, and for the last time, call Professor Hari Seldon.”

  Hari took the stand once more, and watched Gaal retire back to the Crib of the Accused. They exchanged brief glances; Gaal was completely puzzled by this line of questioning, and well he might be. What in hell did robots have to do with Hari or the Project?

  “Professor, these proceedings have proved wearisome and unpredictive-I mean, unproductive!-to us all.” The advocate shook his head at this slip of the tongue and grimaced, all for show, Hari was convinced.

  “I agree,” Hari said quietly.

  “Now a new element has been introduced, and we must ask these final questions in the interests of performing our duties with loyal efficiency and attention to detail.”

  “Of course,” Hari said.

  “Are any robots currently employed in your Project?”

  “No,” Hari said.

  “Have any robots ever served in this Project?”

  “No,” Hari said.

  “Have you ever been acquainted with any robots?”

  “No,” Hari said, and hoped that Daneel’s conditioning would deceive any lie-detection equipment being secretly employed by Chen.

  “In your opinion, is this concern about robots symptomatic of a failing Empire?”

  “No,” Hari said. “Throughout history, humans have always been distracted by upwellings from their mythic past.”

  “And what do you mean by ‘mythic past’?”

  “We try to make connections with our past, just as we try to extend ourselves indefinitely into the future. We are an aggrandizing race. We imagine a past that fits our present, or explains our present, and as our knowledge of the past dims, we
fill it with our modern psychological concerns.”

  “What concern do robots represent?”

  “Loss of control, I would imagine.”

  “Have you ever felt this ‘loss of control,’ professor?”

  “Yes, but I have never blamed it on robots.”

  The barons smiled, then immediately sobered at a rise of Chen’s index finger. Chen was listening very intently.

  “Is this Empire threatened by a conspiracy of robots?”

  “It does not figure in my calculations,” Hari said, quite truthfully.

  “Are you prepared to answer even more detailed questions from the advocates for General Security tomorrow, pertaining to this subject?”

  Hari nodded. “If necessary, yes.”

  The advocate dismissed him. Hari returned to the box and leaned over to ask Boon, “What was that all about?”

  “The Commission is covering its hindquarters,” Boon said, out of earshot of Gaal Dornick. “I’ve received a message from my office.” He produced a note. “Sinter is after you, professor. He’s asking for another indictment to be prepared on behalf of the Commission for General Security. He requests waiver of double prosecution on discovery of extraordinary evidence. That’s all I’ve been able to learn.”

  “You mean, this trial won’t be the end of it?”

  “I’m afraid not,” Boon said. “I’ll try to make the General Security proceedings just an extension-invoke your meritocratic right for adjunct hearing on related inquisition-but I don’t know how the new system will work.”

  “Pity,” Hari said. “I know how much Linge Chen would like to be done with me. And I with him.” He looked at Boon with an expression that might have been mistaken for amusement.

  Boon nodded solemnly. “Indeed,” he said.

  58.

  Klia arose from vivid dreams and lifted her head from Brann’s shoulder. She could feel two robots approaching.

  Kallusin entered the room without warning or embarrassment and stood looking down upon them.

  “Is this a casual liaison,” he asked, “or one intended to signal a long-term bonding?”

  “None of your business,” Klia said primly, not bothering to draw up her scattered clothes.

  Plussix entered, slow and noisy, like a wheezy old transport. “We need your answer to begin preparations,” he said. “Lodovik believes there will soon be attempts made to change all the palace codes.”

  “Why?”

  “There is more search activity. It’s spread across fifty Sectors now,” Kallusin said. “Something is happening in the palace.”

  Klia stood and put on her clothes. Somehow, she felt no modesty in front of the machines. She knew they were not human, did not have any human emotions as such; she felt no more embarrassment before them than she would have before a closet mirror. Still, as she finished, she realized these machines were capable of a very sophisticated variety of discrimination, even judgment.

  “What is your answer?” Kallusin asked.

  “Tell Lodovik to come here,” Brann said, and rose to get dressed as well, though with more modesty than Klia. He turned away as he put on his pants.

  “He is on his way now,” Kallusin said.

  They were standing in an awkward circle when Lodovik entered the room. Plussix and Kallusin drew aside, and he occupied the space between them.

  “I have a question for you,” Brann said, before Klia could speak. She deferred to him.

  “Please,” Plussix said. “Questions are my delight.”

  “For Lodovik,” Brann said. “You used to be part of this conspiracy, loyal to Daneel, didn’t you?”

  “Yes.”

  “What made you change sides?”

  “An outside influence altered my programming in subtle ways,” Lodovik said. “A personality from the distant past, or rather, an expanded and enhanced simulation of that personality.”

  He outlined this development in a few sentences, and Brann and Klia looked at each other. “Hari Seldon okayed the expansion of these illegal sims, just to study the way people used to think?” Klia asked.

  “In part. I do not know the complete story,” Lodovik said. “The release caused much trouble for robots, and many others, decades ago.”

  “But it’s more than a sim now?” Klia asked. “It’s like a ghost, angel, whatever?”

  “They are immaterial presences very similar to humans in their psychological patterns.”

  “They?” Klia asked.

  “There is another who opposes us and supports Hari Seldon and Daneel. One is a male sim-the one within me. The other is female.”

  “How can they be male or female?” Klia asked, glancing at Brann.

  Lodovik blinked for a moment, not sure whether there was any good answer to this question. “I appear to be male,” he finally said, “but I am not. The same distinction may be true with them, but I really do not know.”

  “They disagree?” Brann asked.

  “Fervently,” Lodovik said.

  “Then how do you know that you haven’t been altered or…perverted, somehow?” Brann asked. “Hari Seldon or Daneel might have intended for all of this to happen.”

  “In a way,” Lodovik said, “I share these uncertainties with humans. But I must act on a reasonable conclusion. I have no reason to believe that anything has been altered in my programming but my response to the Three Laws of robotics.”

  “This all sounds like incredible nonsense to me,” Klia said breathlessly. “Laws-for robots!”

  “Very important rules that determine our behavior,” Plussix said.

  “But he’s saying he doesn’t have any rules!” She shook her head.

  “That makes him more like a human,” Brann said quietly. “We don’t have any fixed rules, either.”

  “I would be much more comfortable if the rules were still in effect,” Lodovik said.

  Klia flung up her hands in exasperation “It’s so…so old I can’t grasp it,” she said. “Tell me one thing. I want to know what will happen if we help you. Will the robots just go away, leave all of us alone?”

  “Not precisely,” Plussix said. “We cannot self-destruct, nor can we allow ourselves to be useless. We must regroup and find a situation that allows us to perform certain reasonable duties until we cease to function. Our programming says we must serve humans. So we hope to find a zone in the Galaxy where humans will allow us to serve. There must be one such.”

  “And if Hari Seldon fails, there’ll be many of them, maybe,” Brann said suspiciously.” A lot of places for robots to hide.”

  “A not unreasonable conclusion,” Plussix said.

  “If we help you, I want you to promise to leave us alone,” Klia said. “Don’t serve us, don’t help us, just go away. Leave Trantor. Let us be human-the ones who really are human.” Klia turned to Lodovik. “What about you? What will you do?”

  Lodovik stared at the two with a sad expression. He could feel Voltaire observing this attentively. “I will enjoy oblivion when it comes,” he said. “This confusion and uncertainty is an intolerable burden for me.” Then, his voice surprisingly passionate, he asked, “Why did humans ever build us? Why did they make us capable of understanding, with an urge to serve, then cast us aside, away from everything that would allow us to fulfill our nature?”

  “I don’t know,” Klia said. “I wasn’t there. I hadn’t been born.” She could feel some of Lodovik’s internal character, his taste. He did not taste like metal at all, nor like electricity, or any other inhuman quality she could think of. He tasted like a rich meal stored in a refrigerator, just waiting to be warmed up. Then, she tasted something else both infinitely cold and incandescent, startling, like thousands of fiery spices on her tongue.

  “I can feel your sim,” she said, a little afraid. “It sits on top of you like a…passenger.”

  “Your perception is remarkable,” Lodovik said.

  “Is it telling you what to do?”

  “It observes,” Lodovik said. �
�It does not direct.”

  “We need an answer,” Brann said, shaking his head in vigorous irritation at these diversions. “Will robots leave us alone…when this is all over?”

  “We will do all we can to bring this unfortunate episode to an end,” Plussix said. “We will remove all robots from our faction on Trantor or in any location of influence in the human Galaxy. If Daneel is defeated, humans will be left to their own devices, their own history, to develop naturally.”

  Klia tried to taste the robot’s thoughts, but found them far too confusing, too different. She could not find a flaw in its apparent sincerity, however. She swallowed hard, suddenly aware of the responsibility on her own shoulders, this immense weight that dangled from the hook of her inadequate judgment. She clasped Brann’s hand.

  “Then we’ll help you,” she said.

  59.

  Hari sat in silence as the judges entered. Boon stood beside him, but Gaal Dornick was not in the chamber. Boon looked uncomfortable. Hari had not slept much the night before. He wanted to squirm in his chair and find a more comfortable position, but froze as Linge Chen entered. The Chief Commissioner took the highest dais and stared solemnly into space.

  Sky, I hate that man, Hari thought.

  The advocate for the Commission of Public Safety entered and approached the judges.

  “Today was scheduled as an opportunity for the Commission for General Security to interview Professor Seldon,” he said. “But the new Commissioners apparently have more important things to do, and have requested a postponement. Is it the wish of the Commissioner judges to grant this postponement?”

  Linge Chen regarded the courtroom through heavy-lidded, almost sleepy eyes, then nodded. Hari thought he detected a small curve in the Chief Commissioner’s lips.

  “Shall we then proceed with the trial to its final phase, or recess and continue the proceedings at a later date?”