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基本资料
银河的命运取决于某人一念之间，这个人就是葛兰·崔维兹，而他竟然抛弃了伟大的谢顿计划，选择了盖娅星系。难道谢顿计划有重大缺陷？
崔维兹坚信地球是解开一切谜团的关键，然而这颗源头母星早已不知所踪，茫茫星际间，他要从何寻觅？倘若真能找到地球，他还会选择放弃谢顿计划吗？银河众生又将何去何从……
“基地系列”的其他作品还有：《基地》、《基地与帝国》、《第二基地》、《基地前奏》、《迈向基地》、《基地边缘》。
本书简体中文版已于2012年11月由江苏文艺出版社出版，译者叶李华。
故事情节
基地纪元498年。
银河未来的命运决定于某人一念之间，这个就是葛兰·崔维兹。他必须在第一基地，第二基地与盖娅之间做出银河未来由谁主导的决定：由第一基地创建的新帝国将会逞领银河进入科技昌明的世纪，却会像第一帝国那样摧毁在战争之中；由第二基地指导的新帝国将能确保人类的永久和平，却因此成为了一个父权制帝国；而以盖娅为蓝图的盖娅星系则会是个心灵共同体，所有人类将与万物融合成一个良善的整体。崔维兹直觉地做出了选择，但却无法确定自己的选择是否正确，他怀疑宇宙中还藏有更强大的操纵力量。
崔维兹相信地球是解开所有谜团的关键，因为地球是人类的起源母星。奇怪的是，银河中有关地球的资料全都神秘消失。决心查明真正的崔维兹，再次在险恶的群星间漂流，寻觅，究竟两万年前的地球隐藏着什么秘密，崔维兹会改变他的决定吗？
目录
中文版封面
“基地”背后的故事
　　第一篇 盖娅
　　01 寻找开始
　　02 首途康普隆
　　第二篇 康普隆
　　03 入境太空站
　　04 康普隆
　　05 太空艇争夺战
　　06 地球的真面目
　　07 告别康普隆
　　第三篇 奥罗拉
　　08 禁忌世界
　　09 面对野狗群
　　第四篇 索拉利
　　10 机器人
　　11 地底世界
　　12 重见天日
　　第五篇 梅尔波美尼亚
　　13 远离索拉利
　　14 死星
　　15 苔藓
　　第六篇 阿尔法
　　16 诸世界中心
　　17 新地球
　　18 音乐节
　　第七篇 地球
　　19 放射性？
　　20 邻近的世界
　　21 寻找结束

On August 1, 1941, when I was a lad of twenty-one, I
was a graduate student in chemistry at Columbia University and had been
writing science fiction professionally for three years. I was hastening
to see John Campbell, editor of Astounding , to whom I had sold
five stories by then. I was anxious to tell him a new idea I had for a
science fiction story.

It was to write a historical novel of the future; to tell the story of
the fall of the Galactic Empire. My enthusiasm must have been catching,
for Campbell grew as excited as I was. He didn't want me to write a
single story. He wanted a series of stories, in which the full history
of the thousand years of turmoil between the fall of the First Galactic
Empire and the rise of the Second Galactic Empire was to be outlined. It
would all be illuminated by the science of "psychohistory" that Campbell
and I thrashed out between us.

The first story appeared in the May 1942 Astounding and the second
story appeared in the June 1942 issue. They were at once popular and
Campbell saw to it that I wrote six more stories before the end of the
decade. The stories grew longer, too. The first one was only twelve
thousand words long. Two of the last three stories were fifty thousand
words apiece.

By the time the decade was over, I had grown tired of the series,
dropped it, and went on to other things. By then, however, various
publishing houses were beginning to put out hardcover science fiction
books. One such house was a small semiprofessional firm, Gnome Press. They
published my Foundation series in three volumes: Foundation (1951); Foundation and Empire (1952); and Second Foundation (1953). The three books together came to be known as The Foundation
Trilogy .

The books did not do very well, for Gnome Press did not have the
capital with which to advertise and promote them. I got neither statements
nor royalties from them.

In early 1961, my then-editor at Doubleday, Timothy Seldes, told
me he had received a request from a foreign publisher to reprint the
Foundation books. Since they were not Doubleday books, he passed the
request on to me.

I shrugged my shoulders. "Not interested, Tim. I don't get royalties
on those books."

Seldes was horrified, and instantly set about getting the rights
to the books from Gnome Press (which was, by that time, moribund) and
in August of that year, the books (along with I, Robot ) became
Doubleday property.

From that moment on, the Foundation series took off and began to earn
increasing royalties. Doubleday published the Trilogy in a single
volume and distributed them through the Science Fiction Book Club. Because
of that the Foundation series became enormously well-known.

In the 1966 World Science Fiction Convention, held in Cleveland, the
fans were asked to vote on a category of "The Best All-Time Series." It
was the first time (and, so far, the last) the category had been included
in the nominations for the Hugo Award. The Foundation Trilogy won the award, which further added to the popularity of the series.

Increasingly, fans kept asking me to continue the series. I was polite
but I kept refusing. Still, it fascinated me that people who had not
yet been born when the series was begun had managed to become caught up
in it.

Doubleday, however, took the demands far more seriously than I
did. They had humored me for twenty years but as the demands kept
growing in intensity and number, they finally lost patience. In 1981,
they told me that I simply had to write another Foundation novel and,
in order to sugar-coat the demand, offered me a contract at ten times
my usual advance.

Nervously, I agreed. It had been thirty-two years since I had written
a Foundation story and now I was instructed to write one 140,000 words
long, twice that of any of the earlier volumes and nearly three times
as long as any previous individual story. I re-read The Foundation
Trilogy and, taking a deep breath, dived into the task.

The fourth book of the series, Foundation's Edge , was published
in October 1982, and then a very strange thing happened. It appeared in
the New York Times bestseller list at once. In fact, it stayed on that
list for twenty-five weeks, much to my utter astonishment. Nothing like
that had ever happened to me.

Doubleday at once signed me up to do additional novels and I wrote
two that were part of another series, The Robot Novels  And
then it was time to return to the Foundation.

So I wrote Foundation and Earth, which begins at the very moment
that Foundation's Edge ends, and that is the book you now hold. It might
help if you glanced over Foundation's Edge just to refresh your memory,
but you don't have to. Foundation and Earth stands by itself. I hope
you enjoy it.

Isaac Asimov, New York City, 1986

Part One - Gaia Chapter I
The Search Begins1"Why did I do it?" asked Golan Trevize.
It wasn't a new question. Since he had arrived at Gaia, he had askedit of himself frequently. He would wake up from a sound sleep in thepleasant coolness of the night and find the question sounding noiselesslyin his mind, like a tiny drumbeat: Why did I do it? Why did I do it?
Now, though, for the first time, he managed to ask it of Dom, theancient of Gaia.
Dom was well aware of Trevize's tension for he could sense the fabricof the Councilman's mind. He did not respond to it. Gaia must in no wayever touch Trevize's mind, and the best way of remaining immune to thetemptation was to painstakingly ignore what he sensed.
"Do what, Trev?" he asked. He found it difficult to use more thanone syllable in addressing a person, and it didn't matter. Trevize wasgrowing somewhat used to that.
"The decision I made," said Trevize. "Choosing Gaia as the future.""You were right to do so," said Dom, seated, his aged deep-set eyeslooking earnestly up at the man of the Foundation, who was standing.
"You say I am right," said Trevize impatiently.
"I/we/Gaia know you are. That's your worth to us. You have the capacityfor making the right decision on incomplete data, and you have made thedecision. You chose Gaia! You rejected the anarchy of a Galactic Empirebuilt on the technology of the First Foundation, as well as the anarchyof a Galactic Empire built on the mentalics of the Second Foundation. Youdecided that neither could be long stable. So you chose Gaia.""Yes," said Trevize. "Exactly! I chose Gaia, a superorganism; a wholeplanet with a mind and personality in common, so that one has to say`I/we/ Gaia' as an invented pronoun to express the inexpressible." Hepaced the floor restlessly. "And it will become eventually Galaxia,a super-superorganism embracing all the swarm of the Milky Way."He stopped, turned almost savagely on Dom, and said, "I feel I'm right,as you feel it, but you want the coming of Galaxia, and soare satisfied with the decision. There's something in me, however, thatdoesn't want it, and for that reason I'm not satisfied toaccept the rightness so easily. I want to know why I madethe decision, I want to weigh and judge the rightness and be satisfiedwith it. Merely feeling right isn't enough. How can I know I am right? What is the device that makes me right?""I/we/Gaia do not know how it is that you come to the rightdecision. Is it important to know that as long as we have thedecision?""You speak for the whole planet, do you? For the common consciousnessof every dewdrop, of every pebble, of even the liquid central core ofthe planet?""I do, and so can any portion of the planet in which the intensityof the common consciousness is great enough.""And is all this common consciousness satisfied to use me as ablack box? Since the black box works, is it unimportant to know what isinside? That doesn't suit me. I don't enjoy being a black box. Iwant to know what's inside. I want to know how and why I chose Gaia andGalaxia as the future, so that I can rest and be at peace.""But why do you dislike or distrust your decision so?"Trevize drew a deep breath and said slowly, in a low and forcefulvoice, "Because I don't want to be part of a superorganism. I don't wantto be a dispensable part to be done away with whenever the superorganismjudges that doing away would be for the good of the whole."Dom looked at Trevize thoughtfully. "Do you want to change yourdecision, then, Trev? You can, you know.""I long to change the decision, but I can't do that merely because Idislike it. To do something now, I have to know whether thedecision is wrong or right. It's not enough merely to feel it's right.""If you feel you are right, you are right." Always that slow, gentlevoice that somehow made Trevize feel wilder by its very contrast withhis own inner turmoil.
Then Trevize said, in half a whisper, breaking out of the insolubleoscillation between feeling and knowing, "I must find Earth.""Because it has something to do with this passionate need of yoursto know?""Because it is another problem that troubles me unbearably and becauseI feel there is a connection between the two. Am I not ablack box? I feel there is a connection. Isn't that enoughto make you accept it as a fact?""Perhaps," said Dom, with equanimity.
"Granted it is now thousands of years twenty thousandperhaps since the people of the Galaxy have concerned themselveswith Earth, how is it possible that we have all forgotten our planetof origin?""Twenty thousand years is a longer time than you realize. Thereare many aspects of the early Empire we know little of; many legendsthat are almost surely fictitious but that we keep repeating, and evenbelieving, because of lack of anything to substitute. And Earth is olderthan the Empire.""But surely there are some records. My good friend, Pelorat, collectsmyths and legends of early Earth; anything he can scrape up from anysource. It is his profession and, more important, his hobby. Thosemyths and legends are all there are. There are no actual records,no documents.""Documents twenty thousand years old? Things decay, perish, aredestroyed through inefficiency or war.""But there should be records of the records; copies, copies of thecopies, and copies of the copies of the copies; useful material muchyounger than twenty millennia. They have been removed. The GalacticLibrary at Trantor must have had documents concerning Earth. Thosedocuments are referred to in known historical records, but the documentsno longer exist in the Galactic Library. The references to them may exist,but any quotations from them do not exist.""Remember that Trantor was sacked a few centuries ago,""The Library was left untouched. It was protected by the personnel ofthe Second Foundation. And it was those personnel who recently discoveredthat material related to Earth no longer exists. The material wasdeliberately removed in recent times. Why?" Trevize ceased his pacingand looked intently at Dom. "If I find Earth, I will find out what itis hiding ""Hiding?""Hiding or being hidden. Once I find that out, I have the feeling Iwill know why I have chosen Gaia and Galaxia over our individuality. Then,I presume, I will know , not feel, that I am correct, andif I am correct" he lifted his shoulders hopelessly "thenso be it.""If you feel that is so," said Dom, "and if you feel you must huntfor Earth, then, of course, we will help you do as much as we can. Thathelp, however, is limited. For instance, I/we/Gaia do not know whereEarth may be located among the immense wilderness of worlds that makeup the Galaxy.""Even so," said Trevize, "I must search. Even if the endlesspowdering of stars in the Galaxy makes the quest seem hopeless, and evenif I must do it alone.
2Trevize was surrounded by the tameness of Gaia. Thetemperature, as always, was comfortable, and the air moved pleasantly,refreshing but not chilling. Clouds drifted across the sky, interruptingthe sunlight now and then, and, no doubt, if the water vapor level permeter of open land surface dropped sufficiently in this place or that,there would be enough rain to restore it.
The trees grew in regular spacings, like an orchard, and did so, nodoubt, all over the world. The land and sea were stocked with plant andanimal life in proper numbers and in the proper variety to provide anappropriate ecological balance, and all of them, no doubt, increased anddecreased in numbers in a slow sway about the recognized optimum. Asdid the number of human beings, too.
Of all the objects within the purview of Trevize's vision, the onlywild card in the deck was his ship, the Far Star .
The ship had been cleaned and refurbished efficiently and well by anumber of the human components of Gaia. It had been restocked with foodand drink, its furnishings had been renewed or replaced, its mechanicalworkings rechecked. Trevize himself had checked the ship's computercarefully.
Nor did the ship need refueling, for it was one of the fewgravitic ships of the Foundation, running on the energy of the generalgravitational field of the Galaxy, and that was enough to supply all thepossible fleets of humanity for all the eons of their likely existencewithout measurable decrease of intensity.
Three months ago, Trevize had been a Councilman of Terminus. He had,in other words, been a member of the Legislature of the Foundation and,ex officio , a great one of the Galaxy. Was it only three monthsago? It seemed it was half his thirty-two-year-old lifetime since thathad been his post and his only concern had been whether the great SeldonPlan had been valid or not; whether the smooth rise of the Foundationfrom planetary village to Galactic greatness had been properly chartedin advance, or not.
Yet in some ways, there was no change. He was still a Councilman. His status and his privileges remained unchanged, exceptthat he didn't expect he would ever return to Terminus to claim thatstatus and those privileges. He would no more fit into the huge chaosof the Foundation than into the small orderliness of Gaia. He was athome nowhere, an orphan everywhere.
His jaw tightened and he pushed his fingers angrily through his blackhair. Before he wasted time bemoaning his fate, he must find Earth. Ifhe survived the search, there would then be time enough to sit down andweep. He might have even better reason then.
With determined stolidity, then, he thought back Three months before, he and Janov Pelorat, that able, na飗escholar, had left Terminus. Pelorat had been driven by his antiquarianenthusiasms to discover the site of long-lost Earth, and Trevize had gonealong, using Pelorat's goal as a cover for what he thought his own realaim was. They did not find Earth, but they did find Gaia, and Trevizehad then found himself forced to make his fateful decision.
Now it was he, Trevize, who had turned half-circle-about-face andwas searching for Earth.
As for Pelorat, he, too, had found something he didn't expect. He hadfound the black-haired, dark-eyed Bliss, the young woman who was Gaia,even as Dom was and as the nearest grain of sand or blade of grasswas. Pelorat, with the peculiar ardor of late middle age, had fallenin love with a woman less than half his years, and the young woman,oddly enough, seemed content with that.
It was odd but Pelorat was surely happy and Trevize thoughtresignedly that each person must find happiness in his or her ownmanner. That was the point of individuality the individualitythat Trevize, by his choice, was abolishing (given time) over all theGalaxy.
The pain returned. That decision he had made, and had had to make,continued to excoriate him at every moment and was "Golan!"The voice intruded on Trevize's thoughts and he looked up in thedirection of the sun, blinking his eyes.
"Ah, Janov," he said heartily the more heartily because he didnot want Pelorat guessing at the sourness of his thoughts. He even manageda jovial, "You've managed to tear yourself away from Bliss, I see."Pelorat shook his head. The gentle breeze stirred his silky whitehair, and his long solemn face retained its length and solemnityin full. "Actually, old chap, it was she that suggested I seeyou about about what I want to discuss. Not that I wouldn'thave wanted to see you on my own, of course, but she seems to think morequickly than I do."Trevize smiled. "It's all right, Janov. You're here to say good-bye,I take it.""Well, no, not exactly. In fact, more nearly the reverse. Golan,when we left Terminus, you and I, I was intent on finding Earth. I'vespent virtually my entire adult life at that task.""And I will carry on, Janov. The task is mine now.""Yes, but it's mine, also; mine, still.""But " Trevize lifted an arm in a vague all-inclusive gestureof the world about them.
Pelorat said, in a sudden urgent gasp, "I want to go with you."Trevize felt astonished. "You can't mean that, Janov. You have Gaianow.""I'll come back to Gaia someday, but I cannot let you go alone.""Certainly you can. I can take care of myself.""No offense, Golan, but you don't know enough. It is I who know themyths and legends. I can direct you.""And you'll leave Bliss? Come, now."A faint pink colored Pelorat's cheeks. "I don't exactly want to dothat, old chap, but she said "Trevize frowned. "Is it that she's trying to get rid ofyou , Janov. She promised me ""No, you don't understand. Please listen to me, Golan. You do havethis uncomfortable explosive way of jumping to conclusions before youhear one out. It's your specialty, I know, and I seem to have a certaindifficulty in expressing myself concisely, but ""Well," said Trevize gently, "suppose you tell me exactly what it isthat Bliss has on her mind in just any way you please, and I promise tobe very patient.""Thank you, and as long as you're going to be patient, I think I cancome out with it right away. You see, Bliss wants to come, too."" Bliss wants to come?" said Trevize. "No, I'm explodingagain. I won't explode. Tell me, Janov, why would Bliss want to comealong? I'm asking it quietly.""She didn't say. She said she wants to talk to you.""Then why isn't she here, eh?"Pelorat said, "I think I say I think  thatshe is rather of the opinion that you are not fond of her, Golan, andshe rather hesitates to approach you. I have done my best, old man, toassure her that you have nothing against her. I cannot believe anyonewould think anything but highly of her. Still, she wanted me to broachthe subject with you, so to speak. May I tell her that you'll be willingto see her, Golan?""Of course, I'll see her right now.""And you'll be reasonable? You see, old man, she's rather intenseabout it. She said the matter was vital and she must gowith you.""She didn't tell you why, did she?""No, but if she thinks she must go, so must Gaia .""Which means I mustn't refuse. Is that right, Janov?""Yes, I think you mustn't, Golan."3For the first time during his brief stay on Gaia, Trevizeentered Bliss's house which now sheltered Pelorat as well.
Trevize looked about briefly. On Gaia, houses tended to be simple. Withthe all-but-complete absence of violent weather of any kind, with thetemperature mild at all times in this particular latitude, with eventhe tectonic plates slipping smoothly when they had to slip, therewas no point in building houses designed for elaborate protection,or for maintaining a comfortable environment within an uncomfortableone. The whole planet was a house, so to speak, designed to shelterits inhabitants.
Bliss's house within that planetary house was small, the windowsscreened ether than glassed, the furniture sparse and gracefullyutilitarian. There were holographic images on the walls; one of them ofPelorat looking rather astonished and self-conscious. Trevize's lipstwitched but he tried not to let his amusement show, and he fell toadjusting his waist-sash meticulously.
Bliss watched him. She wasn't smiling in her usual fashion. Rather,she looked serious, her fine dark eyes wide, her hair tumbling to hershoulders in a gentle black wave. Only her full lips, touched with red,lent a bit of color to her face.
"Thank you for coming to see me, Trev.""Janov was very urgent in his request, Blissenobiarella."Bliss smiled briefly. "Well returned. If you will call me Bliss, adecent monosyllable, I will try to say your name in full, Trevize." Shestumbled, almost unnoticeably, over the second syllable.
Trevize held up his right hand. "That would be a good arrangement. Irecognize the Gaian habit of using one-syllable name-portions in thecommon interchange of thoughts, so if you should happen to call me Trevnow and then I will not be offended. Still, I will be more comfortableif you try to say Trevize as often as you can and I shall sayBliss."Trevize studied her, as he always did when he encountered her. As anindividual, she was a young woman in her early twenties. As part of Gaia,however, she was thousands of years old. It made no difference in herappearance, but it made a difference in the way she spoke sometimes,and in the atmosphere that inevitably surrounded her. Did he want itthis way for everyone who existed? No! Surely, no, and yet Bliss said, "I will get to the point. You stressed your desire tofind Earth ""I spoke to Dom," said Trevize, determined not to give in to Gaiawithout a perpetual insistence on his own point of view.
"Yes, but in speaking to Dom, you spoke to Gaia and to every part ofit, so that you spoke to me, for instance.""Did you hear me as I spoke?""No, for I wasn't listening, but if, thereafter, I paid attention,I could remember what you said. Please accept that and let us goon. You stressed your desire to find Earth and insisted on itsimportance. I do not see that importance but you have the knack of beingright so I/we/Gaia must accept what you say. If the mission is crucialto your decision concerning Gaia, It is of crucial importance to Gaia,and so Gaia must go with you, if only to try to protect you.""When you say Gaia must go with me, you mean you mustgo with me. Am I correct?""I am Gaia," said Bliss simply.
"But so is everything else on and in this planet. Why, then, you? Whynot some other portion of Gaia?""Because Pel wishes to go with you, and if he goes with you, he wouldnot be happy with any other portion of Gaia than myself."Pelorat, who sat rather unobtrusively on a chair in another corner(with his back, Trevize noted, to his own image) said softly, "That'strue, Golan. Bliss is my portion of Gaia."Bliss smiled suddenly. "It seems rather exciting to be thought of inthat way. It's very alien, of course.""Well, let's see." Trevize put his hands behind his head and beganto lean backward in his chair. The thin legs creaked as he did so, sothat he quickly decided the chair was not sturdy enough to endure thatgame and brought it down to all four feet. "Will you still be part ofGaia if you leave her?""I need not be. I can isolate myself, for instance, if I seem in dangerof serious harm, so that harm will not necessarily spill over into Gaia,or if there is any other overriding reason for it. That, however, is amatter of emergency only. Generally, I will remain part of Gaia.""Even if we Jump through hyperspace?""Even then, though that will complicate matters somewhat.""Somehow I don't find that comforting.""Why not?"Trevize wrinkled his nose in the usual metaphoric response to a badsmell. "It means that anything that is said and done on my ship thatyou hear and see will be heard and seen by all of Gaia.""I am Gaia so what I see, hear, and sense, Gaia will see, hear,and sense.""Exactly. Even that wall will see, hear, and sense."Bliss looked at the wall he pointed to and shrugged. "Yes, that wall,too. It has only an infinitesimal consciousness so that it senses andunderstands only infinitesimally, but I presume there are some subatomicshifts in response to what we are saying right now, for instance, thatenable it to fit into Gaia with more purposeful intent for the good ofthe whole.""But what if I wish privacy? I may not want the wall to be aware ofwhat I say or do."Bliss looked exasperated and Pelorat broke in suddenly. "You know,Golan, I don't want to interfere, since I obviously don't know much aboutGaia. Still, I've been with Bliss and I've gathered somehow some of whatit's all about. If you walk through a crowd on Terminus, you seeand hear a great many things, and you may remember some of it. You mighteven be able to recall all of it under the proper cerebral stimulation,but mostly you don't care. You let it go. Even if you watch some emotionalscene between strangers and even if you're interested; still, if it'sof no great concern to you you let it go you forget. It mustbe so on Gaia, too. Even if all of Gaia knows your business intimately,that doesn't mean that Gaia necessarily cares . Isn'tthat so, Bliss dear?""I've never thought of it that way, Pel, but there is somethingin what you say. Still, this privacy Trev talks about I mean,Trevize is nothing we value at all. In fact, I/we/Gaia findit incomprehensible. To want to be not part to have your voiceunheard your deeds unwitnessed your thoughts unsensed "Bliss shook her head vigorously. "I said that we can block ourselvesoff in emergencies, but who would want to live that way,even for an hour?""I would," said Trevize. "That is why I must find Earth to findout the overriding reason, if any, that drove me to choose this dreadfulfate for humanity.""It is not a dreadful fate, but let us not debate the matter. I willbe with you, not as a spy, but as a friend and helper. Gaia will be withyou not as a spy, but as a friend and helper."Trevize said, somberly, "Gaia could help me best by directing meto Earth."Slowly, Bliss shook her head. "Gaia doesn't know the location ofEarth. Dom has already told you that.""I don't quite believe that. After all, you must have records. Whyhave I never been able to see those records during my stay here? Evenif Gaia honestly doesn't know where Earth might be located, I might gainsome knowledge from the records. I know the Galaxy in considerable detail,undoubtedly much better than Gaia does. I might be able to understand andfollow hints in your records that Gaia, perhaps, doesn't quite catch.""But what records are these you talk of, Trevize?""Any records. Books, films, recordings, holographs, artifacts, whateverit is you have. In the time I've been here I haven't seen one item thatI would consider in any way a record. Have you, Janov?""No," said Pelorat hesitantly, "but I haven't really looked.""Yet I have, in my quiet way," said Trevize, "and I've seennothing. Nothing! I can only suppose they're being hidden from me. Why,I wonder? Would you tell me that?"Bliss's smooth young forehead wrinkled into a puzzled frown. "Whydidn't you ask before this? I/we/Gaia hide nothing, and we tell nolies. An Isolate an individual in isolation might telllies. He is limited, and is fearful because he is limited. Gaia, however,is a planetary organism of great mental ability and has no fear. For Gaiato tell lies, to create descriptions that are at variance with reality,is totally unnecessary."Trevize snorted. "Then why have I carefully been kept from seeingany records? Give me a reason that makes sense.""Of course." She held out both hands, palms up before her. "We don'thave any records."4Pelorat recovered first, seeming the less astonishedof the two.
"My dear," he said gently, "that is quite impossible. You cannot havea reasonable civilization without records of some kind."Bliss raised her eyebrows. "I understand that. I merely mean wehave no records of the type that Trev Trevize is talkingabout, or was at all likely to come across. I/we/Gaia have no writings,no printings, no films, no computer data banks, nothing. We have nocarvings on stone, for that matter. That's all I'm saying. Naturally,since we have none of these, Trevize found none of these."Trevize said, "What do you have, then, if you don't have any recordsthat I would recognize as records?"Bliss said, enunciating carefully, as though she were speaking to achild. "I/we/Gaia have a memory. I remember .""What do you remember?" asked Trevize.
"Everything.""You remember all reference data?""Certainly.""For how long? For how many years back?""For indefinite lengths of time.""You could give me historical data, biographical, geographical,scientific? Even local gossip?""Everything.""All in that little head." Trevize pointed sardonically at Bliss'sright temple.
"No," she said. "Gaia's memories are not limited to the contents of myparticular skull. See here" for the moment she grew formal and evena little stern, as she ceased being Bliss solely and took on an amalgamof other units "there must have been a time before the beginningof history when human beings were so primitive that, although they couldremember events, they could not speak. Speech was invented and servedto express memories and to transfer them from person to person. Writingwas eventually invented in order to record memories and transfer themacross time from generation to generation. All technological advancesince then has served to make more room for the transfer and storageof memories and to make the recall of desired items easier. However,once individuals joined to form Gaia, all that became obsolete. We canreturn to memory, the basic system of record-keeping on which all elseis built. Do you see that?"Trevize said, "Are you saying that the sum total of all brains onGaia can remember far more data than a single brain can?""Of course.""But if Gaia has all the records spread through the planetary memory,what good is that to you as an individual portion of Gaia?""All the good you can wish. Whatever I might want to know is inan individual mind somewhere, maybe in many of them. If it is veryfundamental, such as the meaning of the word `chair,' it is in everymind. But even if it is something esoteric that is in only one smallportion of Gaia's mind, I can call it up if I need it, though such recallmay take a bit longer than if the a memory is more widespread. Look,Trevize, if you want to know some. thing that isn't in your mind, youlook at some appropriate book-film, or make use of a computer's databanks. I scan Gaia's total mind."Trevize said, "How do you keep all that information from pouring intoyour mind and bursting your cranium?""Are you indulging in sarcasm, Trevize?"Pelorat said, "Come, Golan, don't be unpleasant." ,Trevize looked from one to the other and, with a visible effort,allowed tightness about his face to relax. "I'm sorry. I'm borne downby a responsibility I don't want and don't know how to get rid of. Thatmay make me sound unpleasant when I don't intend to be. Bliss, I reallywish to know. How do you draw upon the contents of the brains of otherswithout then storing it in your own brain and quickly overloading itscapacity?"Bliss said, "I don't know, Trevize; any more than you know the detailedworkings of your single brain. I presume you know the distance from yoursun to a neighboring star, but you are not always conscious of it. Youstore it somewhere and can retrieve the figure at any time if asked. Ifnot asked, you may with time forget it, but you can then always retrieveit from some data bank. If you consider Gaia's brain a vast data bank, itis one I can call on, but there is no need for me to remember consciouslyany particular item I have made use of. Once I have made use of a factor memory, I can allow it to pass out of memory. For that matter, I candeliberately put it back, so to speak, in the place I got it from.""How many people on Gaia, Bliss? How many human beings?""About a billion. Do you want the exact figure as of now?"Trevize smiled ruefully. "I quite see you can call up the exact figureif you wish, but I'll take the approximation.""Actually," said Bliss, "the population is stable and oscillates abouta particular number that is slightly in excess of a billion. I can tellby how much the number exceeds or falls short of the mean by extending myconsciousness and well feeling the boundaries. I can't explainit better than that to some one who has never shared the experience.""It seems to me, however, that a billion human minds a numberof them being those of children are surely not enough to hold inmemory all the data needed by a complex society.""But human beings are not the only living things on Gaia, Trev.""Do you mean that animals remember, too?""Nonhuman brains can't store memories with the same density humanbrains can, and much of the room in all brains, human and nonhuman alike,must be given over to personal memories which are scarcely useful exceptto the particular component of the planetary consciousness that harborsthem. However, significant quantities of advanced data can be, andare, stored in animal brains, also in plant tissue, and in the mineralstructure of the planet.""In the mineral structure? The rocks and mountain range, you mean?""And, for some kinds of data, the ocean and atmosphere. All that isGaia, too.""But what can nonliving systems hold?""A great deal. The intensity is low but the volume is so great thata large majority of Gaia's total memory is in its rocks. It takes alittle longer to retrieve and replace rock memories so that it is thepreferred place for storing dead data, so to speak items that,in the normal course of events, would rarely be called upon.""What happens when someone dies whose brain stores data of considerablevalue?""The data is not lost. It is slowly crowded out as the braindisorganizes after death, but there is ample time to distribute thememories into other parts of Gaia. And as new brains appear in babiesand become more organized with growth, they not only develop theirpersonal memories and thoughts but are fed appropriate knowledge fromother sources. What you would call education is entirely automatic withme/us/Gaia."Pelorat said, "Frankly, Golan, it seems to me that this notion of aliving world has a great deal to be said for it."Trevize gave his fellow-Foundationer a brief, sidelong glance. "I'msure of that, Janov, but I'm not impressed. The planet, however bigand however diverse, represents one brain. One! Every new brain thatarises is melted into the whole. Where's the opportunity for opposition,for disagreement? When you think of human history, you think of theoccasional human being whose minority view may be condemned by societybut who wins out in the end and changes the world. What chance is thereon Gaia for the great rebels of history?""There is internal conflict," said Bliss. "Not every aspect of Gaianecessarily accepts the common view.""It must be limited," said Trevize. "You cannot have too much turmoilwithin a single organism, or it would not work properly. If progress anddevelopment are not stopped altogether, they must certainly be slowed. Canwe take the chance of inflicting that on the entire Galaxy? On all ofhumanity?"Bliss said, without open emotion, "Are you now questioning your owndecision? Are you changing your mind and are you now saying that Gaiais an undesirable future for humanity?"Trevize tightened his lips and hesitated. Then, he said, slowly,"I would like to, but not yet. I made my decision on somebasis some unconscious basis and until I find out what thatbasis was, I cannot truly decide whether I am to maintain or change mydecision. Let us therefore return to the matter of Earth.""Where you feel you will learn the nature of the basis on which youmade your decision. Is that it, Trevize?""That is the feeling I have. Now Dom says Gaia does not knowthe location of Earth. And you agree with him, I believe.""Of course I agree with him. I am no less Gaia than he is.""And do you withhold knowledge from me? Consciously, I mean?""Of course not. Even if it were possible for Gaia to lie, it wouldnot lie to you. Above all, we depend upon your conclusions, and we needthem to be accurate, and that requires that they be based on reality.""In that case," said Trevize, "let's make use of yourworld-memory. Probe backward and tell me how far you can remember."There was a small hesitation. Bliss looked blankly at Trevize,as though, for a moment, she was in a trance. Then she said, "Fifteenthousand years.""Why did you hesitate?""It took time. Old memories really old are almost all inthe mountain roots where it takes time to dig them out.""Fifteen thousand years ago, then? Is that when Gaia was settled?""No, to the best of our knowledge that took place some three thousandyears before that.""Why are you uncertain? Don't you or Gaia remember?"Bliss said, "That was before Gaia had developed to the point wherememory became a global phenomenon.""Yet before you could rely on your collective memory, Gaia must havekept records, Bliss. Records in the usual sense recorded, written,filmed, and so on.""I imagine so, but they could scarcely endure all this time.""They could have been copied or, better yet, transferred into theglobal memory, once that was developed."Bliss frowned. There was another hesitation, longer this time. "Ifind no sign of these earlier records you speak of.""Why is that?""I don't know, Trevize. I presume that they proved of no greatimportance. I imagine that by the time it was understood that the earlynon-memory records were decaying, it was decided that they had grownarchaic and were not needed.""You don't know that. You presume and you imagine, but you don't knowthat. Gaia doesn't know that."Bliss's eyes fell. "It must be so.""Must be? I am not a part of Gaia and therefore I need not presumewhat Gaia presumes which gives you an example of the importanceof isolation. I, as an Isolate, presume something else.""What do you presume?""First, there is something I am sure of. A civilization in being isnot likely to destroy its early records. Far from judging them to bearchaic and unnecessary, they are likely to treat them with exaggeratedreverence and would labor to preserve them. If Gaia's pre-globalrecords were destroyed, Bliss, that destruction is not likely to havebeen voluntary.""How would you explain it, then?""In the Library at Trantor, all references to Earth were removedby someone or some force other than that of the Trantorian SecondFoundationers themselves. Isn't it possible, then, that on Gaia, too, allreferences to Earth were removed by something other than Gaia itself?""How do you know the early records involved Earth?""According to you, Gaia was founded at least eighteen thousand yearsago. That brings us back to the period before the establishment of theGalactic Empire, to the period when the Galaxy was being settled andthe prime source of settlers was Earth. Pelorat will confirm that."Pelorat, caught a little by surprise by suddenly being called on,cleared his throat. "So go the legends, my dear. I take those legendsseriously and I think, as Golan Trevize does, that the human species wasoriginally confined to a single planet and that planet was Earth. Theearliest Settlers came from Earth.""If, then," said Trevize, "Gaia was founded in the early days ofhyperspatial travel, then it is very likely to have been colonizedby Earthmen, or possibly by natives of a not very old world thathad not long before been colonized by Earthmen. For that reason, therecords of Gaia's settlement and of the first few millennia thereaftermust clearly have involved Earth and Earthmen and those records aregone. Something seems to be seeing to it that Earth is notmentioned anywhere in the records of the Galaxy. And if so, there mustbe some reason for it."Bliss said indignantly, "This is conjecture, Trevize. You have noevidence for this.""But it is Gaia that insists that my special talent is that of comingto correct conclusions on the basis of insufficient evidence. If, then,I come to a firm conclusion, don't tell me I lack evidence."Bliss was silent.
Trevize went on, "All the more reason then for finding Earth. I intendto leave as soon as the Far Star is ready. Do you two still wantto come?""Yes," said Bliss at once, and "Yes," said Pelorat.

第一部 盖娅星 第一章 寻找开始
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“我为什么这样做？”葛兰·崔维兹问
这是个老问题了，自从来到盖娅后，他就时常这样问自己。在凉爽的夜晚，他有时会从甜美的睡梦中惊醒，这个问题就像个小蹦似的，在他心中无声地敲着：我为什么这样做？我为什么这样做？
不过直到现在，他才终于下定决心来问杜姆——盖娅上的一位老者。
杜姆很清楚崔维兹的焦虑，因为他能感知这位议员的心灵结构。但他未曾做出任何回应，因为盖娅绝对不能触碰崔维兹的心灵，而抵抗这个诱惑最好的办法，就是狠下心来漠视自己所感知的一切。
“你指的是什么，崔？”杜姆问道。交谈时他实在很难不用简称，不过没关系，反正崔维兹也已经逐渐习惯了。
“我所做的那个决定，”崔维兹答道：“选择盖娅作为未来的蓝图。”
“你这么做是正确的。”杜姆坐在那里，边说边抬起头来，一双深陷的老眼凝视着站在面前的这位基地客人。
“你是说我做对了？”崔维兹不耐烦地说。
“我／我们／盖娅知道你不会犯错，这正是我们着视你的原因。你具有一项特殊的本领，能在资料不全的情况下做出正确决定，而你也已经做出决定，选择了盖娅。你否决了植基于第一基地科技的银河帝国，也否决了以第二基地的精神力学所建立的银河帝国，因为两者无矣诩是无政府状态，你判断它们无法长治久安，所以你选择了盖娅。”
“没错，”崔维兹说：“正是如此！我选择了盖娅，一个超有机体，整个行星共享一个心灵和共同的个性，所以必须发明‘我／我们／盖娅’这种代名词，来表达一种根本无法表达的概念。”他一面说，一面不停地来回踱步。“最后它会发展成盖娅星系，一个涵盖整个银河的超特级有机体。”
他突然停下脚步，近乎无礼地猛然转向杜姆：“我跟你一样，也觉得自己是对的。但是你一心盼望盖娅星系的来临，所以对这个决定十分满意，而我并非全心全意欢迎它，因此我无法轻易相信这是正确的决定。我想知道自己为何做出这个抉择，想要好好衡量、监定一下它的正确性，然后我才会满意。对我而言，光凭感觉认定是不够的。我又怎么知道自己是对的？究竟是什么机制使我做出正确的选择？”
“我／我们／盖娅也下了解你是如何做出正确决定的。既然已经有了决定，知不知道原因难道很着要吗？”
“你代表整个行星发言，是吗？你代表了每一滴露珠、每一颗小石子，甚至行星的液态核心所构成的共同意识？”
“没错。而且不仅是我，在这颗行星上，只要是共同意识够强的部分，全都可以代表整个行星发言。”
“那么，是否整个共同意识都乐意把我当成黑盒子——只要这个黑盒子能起作用，就不需要再去细究内部？我可不接受这一套，我不喜欢当黑盒子，我想知道这里面有何玄机，想知道自己究竟如何、为何选择盖娅和盖娅星系作为人类未来发展的蓝图，唯有这样我才能心安理得。”
“可是你为什么如此不喜欢，或者说不信赖自己所做的决定？”
崔维兹深深吸了口气，以低沉有力的声音缓缓说道：“因为我不喜欢成为一个超有机体的一部分。这个超有机体为了整体的利益，随时可能将我抛弃，我不想变成这样可有可无的一份子。”
杜姆若有所思地望着崔维兹。“那么，你想改变自己的决定吗，崔？你知道，你可以这么做。”
“我非常希望能改变这个决定，但我不能仅凭个人的好恶行事。在有所行动前，我必须知道这个决定是对还是错，单凭感觉判断是不够的。”
“如果你觉得正确，那就错不了。”杜姆缓慢而温和的声音一直没有任何变化，与崔维兹内心的激动恰成强烈对比，令崔维兹更加心烦意乱。
在直觉与理智间摆荡多时之后，崔维兹终于挣脱这个无解的挣扎，以微弱的声音说：“我一定要找到地球。”
“因为它与你迫切想知道的答案有关？”
“因为它是另一个令我寝食难安的问题，而且我觉得这两者之间一定有所关联。我不是一个黑盒子吗？既然我觉得这两者有关，难道还不足以说服你接受这个事实？”
“或许吧。”杜姆以平静的口吻说。
“如果说，银河中的人和地球的渊源已经有数千年——甚趾蠼万年，我们怎么可能完全忘却这个起源行星？”
“两万年的时间比你所能理解的还要久。关于早期帝国，我们所知极其有限；很多几乎可以肯定是虚构的传说，我们却一而再、再而三地着复，甚至完全采信，因为实在找下到其他资料。而地球的历史比帝国还久远。”
“可是一定有些纪录流传下来。我的好友裴洛拉特专门搜集有关早期地球的神话传说，任何可能的资料来源他一律不放过。那是他的工作，更是他的兴趣。下回有关地球的资料，流传下来的也只有神话和传说，如今已找不到任何确实的记载或文献。”
“两万年前的文献？任伺东西都会由于保存不当或战祸而腐朽或者损毁。”
“可是总该有些相关的纪录，例如副本、副本的誊本、副本的誊本的拷贝，这类资料没有那么陈旧，不过却一样有用，然而它们也全都被清光了。川陀的银河图书馆照理应该保有地球的相关文献，事实上，这些文献在其他可考的史料里也曾提及，可是在银河图书馆中却找不到了。提到这些文献的资料也许还在，但所有的引文却全部失踪。”
“你应该记得，川陀在几世纪前经历过一场浩劫。”
“可是图书馆却安然无恙，第二基地人员将它保护得很好。而且不久前，正是第二基地的成员发现地球的相关资料已不翼而飞，，那些资料是在最近才被刻意移走的。为什么呢？”崔维兹停下脚步，目不转睛地瞪着杜姆。“如果我能找到地球，就能找出它在隐藏些什么——”
“隐藏？”
“隐藏也奸，被隐藏也罢。我有一种感觉，一旦让我解开这个谜，我就能知道当初为何舍弃个体的独立性，而选择盖娅和盖娅星系。届时，我想，我会真正明白自己的抉择为何正确，不再只是感觉而已。而如果我是对的——”他无奈地耸耸肩膀，“就让它继续下去吧。”
“如果你真有这种感觉，”杜姆说：“而且感到必须寻觅地球，那么，当然，我们会尽全力帮助你。不过，我们能提供的协助实在有限。譬如说，我／我们／盖娅并不知道，在数不清的世界所构成的浩淼银河中，地球到底位于哪个角落。”
“纵使如此，”崔维兹说：“我也一定要去寻找——就算银河无尽的星辰使我的希望如同大海捞针，就算我必须独行到天涯海角。”
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崔维兹置身盖娅宜人的环境中。这里的温度总是使人感到舒畅，快活流动的空气清爽而无寒意。天空飘浮着几朵云彩，偶尔会将阳光遮蔽一下。如果户外某处地表的水蒸气密度下降太多，立刻会有一场及时雨滴时补充。
这里的树木生长得非常整齐，像是一个果树园，整个盖娅想必都是如此。无论陆地上或海洋里的动植物，都维持着适当的数量与种类，以保持良好的生态平衡。当然，各类生物的数量会在“最适度”上下小幅摆荡，甚至人类的繁衍也不例外。
在崔维兹目力所及的范围内，唯一显得与周遭物件无法协调的，就是他那艘名为“远星号”的太空艇。
扒娅的数个人类成员已将远星号清理得干干净净，并完成了各项保养，工作做得又快又好。太空艇内添置了充足的食物与饮料，该换的陈设一律更新，机件的功能也着新检验过，崔维兹还亲自将电脑仔细检查了一遍。
这艘太空艇是基地少数几艘着力驱动的航具之一，它从银河各处无所不在的着力场抽取能源，因此不必添加任何燃料。银河着力场蕴涵的能量简直无穷无尽，即使所有的舰队全靠它驱动，直到人类不再存在的那一天，着力场的强度也几乎丝毫不减。
三个月前，崔维兹还是端点星的议员。换句话说，他曾是基地立法机构的一员，就职权而论，可算是银河中一位着要人物。这真的只是三个月前的事吗？他感觉好像是十六年前，也就是半辈子以前的经历。那时，他唯一关心的是伟大的“谢顿计划”是否真有其事；是否真有个预先规画好的蓝图，可以让基地从一个行星村，慢慢攀升为银河中最大的势力。
就某些方面而言，变化其实不算大。他仍旧具有议员的身分，原来的地位与特权依然不变。不过他相信，自己绝不会再回到端点星，着拾往日的地位与特权。虽然他与盖娅小辨模的井然秩序格格下入，但同样无法适应基地庞大的混乱局面。银河虽大，却没有他立足之处，不论走到哪里，他都像个孤儿。
崔维兹紧缩下颚，愤怒地将手指插进一头黑发中。现在不是长吁短叹的时候，当务之急是要找到地球。假如寻找有了结果、自己尚能全身而退，那么还有的是时间坐下来慢慢哭泣。或许，那时会有更好的理由这样做。
毅然硬起心肠之后，他的思绪开始飘回过去——
三个月前，他与詹诺夫·裴洛拉特——一位博学而性格纯真的学者——一起离开了端点星。裴洛拉特受到满腔怀古热情的驱使，一心一意想要发掘失落已久的地球遗址。崔维兹利用裴洛拉特的探索作掩饰，真正的目的是要寻找自己心中的目标。结果他们并未找到地球，却意外地发现了盖娅，崔维兹还懵懵懂懂地被迫做出。
现在，情况有了一百八十度的改变——换成崔维兹决心要寻找地球。
至于裴洛拉特，他也有个意外的收获。他遇到了宝绮思，一位黑发、黑眼珠的年轻女子。宝绮思就是盖娅，其实杜姆也是——甚至身边的一粒沙、一根草，也全都等同于盖娅。即将迈入晚年的裴洛拉特，怀着这个年纪特有的激情，与年纪小他一半有余的宝绮思坠人情网。说来也真奇怪，宝绮思这个年轻女郎，对年龄的差距似乎根本不在意。
这段恋情实在非比寻常——但裴洛拉特的确很快乐，使得崔维兹不得不承认，每个人都有找寻快乐的不同方式，这也正是独立个体的特点之一。然而在崔维兹所选择的银河中，（若干时日之后）个体的独立性将被完全摒弃。
想到这里，莫名的痛楚再度浮现。当初自己出于无奈所做的抉择，现在成了心中挥之不去的着担，而且……
“葛兰！”
叫唤声闯人崔维兹的思绪，他抬起头，朝阳光射来的方向望去，猛眨着眼。
“啊，詹诺夫。”他用热诚的声音答道——热诚得有些过分，因为他不想让裴洛拉特猜到自己的苦闷，甚至还努力装出高兴的样子。“我看你一定费了好大劲，才和宝绮思扯开来。”
裴洛拉特摇了摇头。微风吹乱了他丝一般的白发，一张长而严肃的面容，此刻更是显得又长又严肃。“事实上，老弟，是她建议我来找你……来……来讨论一件我想讨论的事情。当然，这并不代表我自己不想找你，而是她似乎比我先想到这件事。”
崔维兹微微一笑。“没关系，詹诺夫。我想，你是来跟我道别的。”
“噢，不，并不尽然。事实上，可以说刚好好相反。葛兰，当我们，你和我，刚离开端点星的时候，我的目的是要寻找地球。我成年之后，几乎把所有时间都花在这个工作上。”
“我会继续的，詹诺夫，这个工作现在是我的了。”
“没错，不过它也是我的，仍然还是我的工作。”
“可是——”崔维兹举起手臂比了比，好像指着周遭的一切。
裴洛拉特猛吸了口气说：“我要跟你—道去，”
崔维兹着实吓了一跳。“你不是当真的吧，詹诺夫，你现在已经拥有盖娅。”
“将来我还会回到盖娅的怀抱，可是我不能让你一个人去。”
“当然可以，我能照顾自己。”
“你别生气，葛兰，但是你知道得不够多。而我却知道很多神话和传说，我可以指导你。”
“你要离开宝绮思？别开玩笑了。”
裴洛拉特突然双颊泛红。“我不是想那样做，老弟，但是她说……”
崔维兹皱起了眉头。“是不是她想甩掉你，詹诺夫？她答应过我——”
“不是，你不了解，请听我说下去，葛兰。你实在有个坏毛病，事情没弄清楚之前就急着下结论——我知道，这也是你的特长。呃，我好像总是无法把自己的意思表达清楚。可是……”
“妤吧，”崔维兹的口气缓和下来，“请告诉我宝绮思心里究竟想些什么，随便你用什么方式说，我保证会非常耐心地听。”
“谢谢你，只要你有耐心，我想我马上就能讲清楚。你可知道，宝绮思也想要去。”
“宝绮思也要去？”崔维兹说：“不行，我又要发作了。好，我不发作，告诉我，詹诺夫，为什么宝绮思想一起去？我可是用很冷静的口气问你。”
“她没说，只说她想跟你谈谈。”
“那她为什么没来，啊？”
裴洛拉特答道：“我想，我是说我猜想，她多少有点认为你不喜欢她，葛兰，所以有些不愿接近你。老友，我已经尽力向她保证，说你对她完全没有敌意。我相信任何人见到她，都只会对她产生无比的好感。然而……这么说吧，她还是要我来跟你提这档子事。我能不能告诉她，说你愿意见她，葛兰？”
“当然可以，我现在马上去见她。”
“你会讲理吧？你是知道的，老友，她多少有点紧张。她说这件事很要紧，她一定要跟你去。”
“她没有告诉你原因吗？”
“没有，但如果她认为非去不可，盖娅也一定非去不可。”
“这就代表我根本不能拒绝，对不对，詹诺夫？”
“没错，我想你无法拒绝，葛兰。”
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在崔维兹暂住扒娅的短暂时日中，这是他第一次造访宝绮思的住处——现在这里也是裴洛拉特的窝。
崔维兹四处浏览了一下。在盖娅上，房舍的结构看起来都很简单。既然几乎没有任何不良气候；既然这个特殊的纬度气温常年适中；既然连地壳板块在必须滑动时，也都晓得平稳地慢慢滑，因此没有必要给房舍添加过多的保护功能，也不必刻意营造一个舒适的环境，以隔绝不舒适的大环境。换句话说，整个行星就像一幢大屋子，容纳着其上所有的居民。
宝绮思的房子是这个星球屋中一栋不起眼的小建筑，窗户上只有纱窗而没有玻璃，家具相当少，但优雅而实用。四周墙上挂着一些全讯相片，有不少都是裴洛拉特的，其中一张表情显得既惊愕又害羞。崔维兹看了忍不住咧开嘴，但他尽量不让笑意显现，索性低下头仔细调整腰带。
宝绮思凝视着他，她没有像平常一样面带微笑，而是显得有些严肃。一双美丽的眼睛张得很大，微卷的黑发披在肩上，像是一道黑色的波浪。只有涂着淡淡口红的丰唇，才为她的脸庞带来一丝血色。
“谢谢你来见我，崔。”
“詹诺夫显得很着急，宝绮思奴比雅蕊拉。”
宝绮思浅浅一笑。“答得妙。如果你愿意叫我宝绮思，这是个很不错的简称，那么我也愿意试着以全名称呼你，崔维兹。”最后两个宇她说得有点结巴，不过几乎听不出来。
崔维兹举起右手。“这是个很好的主意。我知道盖娅人平常在交换讯息时，习惯用简称来称呼对方，所以你如果偶尔称呼我‘崔’，我并不会介意。不过，我更喜欢你尽可能试着叫我崔维兹，而我会称呼你宝绮思。”
与以往每次碰面一样，崔维兹又仔细打量她。就个体而言，她仅是个二十出头的妙龄女郎；然而身为盖娅的一部分，她已经有好几千岁。这点从外表虽然看不出来，但有时从她说话的方式，以及环绕在她身边的气氛，还是能看出些蛛丝马迹。他希望一切众生都变成这样吗？不，当然不！可是——
宝绮思说：“让我开门见山，你特别强调想要找寻地球——”
“我只跟杜姆提过。”崔维兹决定为自己的观点力争到底，绝不轻易向盖娅让步。
“我知道，但是你跟杜姆说话的时候，同时也和盖娅以及其中每一部分在说话，譬如说，就等于在跟我说话。”
“我说的话你都听到了？”
“没有，因为我并未仔细倾听。不过事后我如果集中注意力，我有办法记起你说的每句话，请你相信这点。让我们再回到原来的话题——你特别强调想要找寻地球，并且坚持这件事极为着要。虽然我看不出其中的着要性，可是既然你天赋异禀，我／我们／盖娅就必须接受你的话。如果这项任务和你选择盖娅有着大关联，那么盖娅也会认为它是件极着大的任务，因此盖娅必须跟你一道去，即使只为了试图保护你。”
“你说盖娅必须跟我一道去，意思是说你自己必须跟我去，我说得对不对？”
“我就是盖娅。”宝绮思回答得很干脆。
“既然这颗行星上的一切，每样东西部是盖娅，那么为何是你呢？为什么不早盖娅的其他部分？”
“因为裴希望跟你去，如果他跟你去了，他不会喜欢盖娅的其他部分同行，只有我去他才会开心。”
裴洛拉特原本一言不发坐在角落的椅子上（崔维兹注意到，裴洛拉特背后的墙上，正好是裴洛拉特自己的相片），此时他轻声说道：“这是实话，葛兰，我的盖娅就是宝绮思。”
宝绮思突然露出微笑。“你这么想真令我兴奋。当然，这种说法相当新奇。”
“嗯，让我想一想。”崔维兹双手搁在后脑勺，将椅子向后一倾，细瘦的椅腿随即嘎嘎作响。他立刻发觉这张椅子没那么坚固，无法让他玩这种游戏，于是赶紧让四只椅腿回复原位。“如果你离开盖娅，你还会不会是它的一部分？”
“这得看情形。举例来说，假如我有受着伤的危险，或是有其他特殊的理由，我可以把自己孤立起来，这样我受到的伤害就不缓蟋累盖娅。但这仅限于紧急状况，通常我都是盖娅的一部分。”
“即使在我们进行超空间跃迁的时候？”
“即使是那时候，只不过情形比较复杂。”
“我总觉得有点不太对劲。”
“为什么？”
崔维兹皱起鼻子，彷佛闻到什么怪味。“这就代表说，在我的太空船中的一言一行，只要给你听到或看到，就等于被所有的盖娅听到看到。”
“我就是盖娅，因此我所看到、听到、感觉到的一切，盖娅都看得到、听得到、感觉得到。”
“一点也没错，连那道墙也看得到、听得到、感觉得到。”
宝绮思望了望他所指的那堵墙，又耸了耸肩。“对，那道墙也可以。它只具有极微小的意识，所以只有极微小的感觉和理解力。不过我想，比如我们现在说的这些话，也会导致它产生某种次原子尺度的移位，让它更能与盖娅融为一体，更加造福这个大我。”
“可是，如果我希望保有隐私呢？也许我不想让这道墙知道我在说什么或做什么。”
宝绮思看来生气了，裴洛拉特赶紧插嘴道：“你知道的，葛兰，我本来不想多嘴，因为我对盖娅的了解显然有限。不过，这阵子我都和宝绮思在一起，多少能做些推断。这么说吧，如果你走在端点星的人群中，你会看到、听到很多事情，也会记得其中一部分。事后，在适当的大脑刺激下，你甚至可能全部记起来，但这些事你大多不会注意，会随看随忘。即使你看到一些陌生人演出感性的场面，即使你觉得很有兴趣，然而如果事不关己，你就会把它当作耳边风很快忘掉。盖娅的情形也一定如此，即使盖娅所有部分都对你的举动了若指掌，却不代表盖娅一定在乎——这样说对不对，宝绮思吾爱？”
“我从没这样想过，裴，不过你的话的确有些道理。然而，崔——我是说崔维兹——所说的隐私，在我们眼中一点价值也没有。事实上，我／我们／盖娅实在难以理解——不想成为整体的一部分、不让自己的声音被人听到、不让自己的行动曝光、不让自己的思想被他人感知——”宝绮思使劲摇了摇头，“我刚才说，在紧急情况下，我们可以让自己与盖娅隔绝，可是谁会想要那样活着呢，哪怕只有一个钟头？”
“我就想要，”崔维兹说：“这就是我必须找到地球的原因。我想知道究竟是什么特殊理由——如果真有的话——促使我为人类的未来选择这个可怕的命运。”
“这不是可怕的命运，不过我们别再争论这个问题了。我跟你一起去，不是要去监视你，而是以朋友的身分帮助你；盖哑跟你同行，也不是要监视你，而是以朋友的身分帮助你。”
崔维兹阴郁地说：“盖娅如果想帮我，最好的办法就是领我到地球去。”
宝绮思缓缓摇了摇头。“盖娅不知道地球的位置，这点杜姆已经告诉过你。”
“这点我可不大相信。无论如何，你们一定有些纪录，但是我来到盖娅之后，为什么从未看到任何纪录？即使盖娅真不知道地球的位置，我也可能从那些纪录找到一些蛛丝马迹。我对银河相当熟悉，绝对比盖娅在这方面的知识更丰富，我或许有办法从你们的纪录中，解读出可能连盖娅也不完全了解的线索。”
“你指的是什么样的纪录，崔维兹？”
“任何纪录，书籍、影片、胶卷、全讯相片、工艺制品等等，只要你们有的都好。自从来到盖娅，直到目前为止，我还没发现什么可以视为纪录的东西——你呢，詹诺夫？”
“没有，”裴洛拉特以迟疑的口气说：“但是我没有认真找过。”
“我找过了，暗地里找的。”崔维兹说：“而我什么都没看到，什么都没有！我唯一能想到的答案，是有人故意将那些纪录藏起来。我感到很奇怪，为什么呢？你能不能告诉我？”
宝绮思细嫩光滑的前额皱起来，一副讶异的样子。“你以前怎么不问呢？我／我们／盖娅不会隐藏什么，我们也从来不说谎。一个孤立体——孤立的个体——可能会说谎，因为他是有限的，所以他会感到恐惧。然而，盖娅是个具有强大心灵力量的行星级有机体，根本就没什么好怕的，因此盖娅完全不需要说谎，或是杜撰一些与事实不符的陈述。”
崔维兹嗤之以鼻。“那为什么刻意不让我看到任何纪录？给我一个说得通的理由。”
“当然可以，”宝绮思伸出手，双掌向上一摊。“因为我们根本就没有任何纪录。”
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裴洛拉特首先回过神来，他似乎没有崔维兹那么吃惊。
“亲爱的，”他温柔地说：“这实在不大可能，任何像样的文明都不会没有任何纪录。”
宝绮思扬扬眉毛。“我了解这点，我只是说我们没有崔——崔维兹说的或想找的那些纪录。我／我们／盖娅没有任何种类的手稿、印刷品、胶卷或电脑资料库，完全没有，我们甚至没有石刻文物。既然这些东西全都不存在，崔维兹自然什么也找不到。”
崔维兹问道：“如果你们没有任何我所谓的纪录，那么你们到底有些什么？”
“我／我们／盖娅有一组记忆，我都记得。”宝绮思一个字一个字说得非常仔细，仿佛跟小孩子说话一样。
“你都记得些什么？”崔维兹问。
“每一件事。”
“你能记得所有的参考资料？”
“当然。”
“前后多久时间？可以延伸到多少年前？”
“无限久远。”
“你是说包括历史、传记、地理以及科学的资料？甚至地方上的里巷之谈？”
“包括任何资料。”
“通通装在那个小脑袋里？”崔维兹以嘲讽的动作指着宝绮思右侧的太阳穴。
“并不尽然，”她答道：“盖娅的记忆体不仅限于我头颅中的成分。听着，”此时她的神情变得十分庄着，甚至有些严肃：现在的她不只是宝绮思，同时也是盖娅其他单的混合体。“在有历史记载之前，人类一定有过一段原始时期，当时的人类虽然能记住事情，可是根本不会说话。后来人类发明了语言，作为表达记忆的工具，记忆才能在人与人之间流传。为了记录各种记忆，并将它们一代一代传下去，文字终于应运而生。从此以后，科技发展都是为了创造更多传递和贮存记忆的空间，并且尽量简化取得某项资料的手续。然而，当所有的个体融合成盖娅之后，那些发展就全都过时了。我们可以着新回归最原始的记忆，也就是最基本的纪录保存系统，你明白了吗？”
崔维兹说：“你的意思是，盖娅上所有头脑的总和，能比单一头脑记得更多的资料？”
“当然。”
“假如盖娅把所有纪录散布在行星级记忆体中，对身为盖娅一部分的你又有什么好处？”
“好处太多了。我想知道的任何资料，都一定贮存在某人的心灵，或是某些人心灵中。如果是非常基本的资料，例如‘椅子’这两个字的意思，那么每个心灵中都会有。但即使是一些十分奥秘的事情，仅存在于盖娅心灵中某一小部分，如果我有需要，也随时可以叫出来，只不过会比取得普遍的记忆多花一点时间——听好，崔维兹，如果你想要查一项原本不知道的资料，你会去查阅相关的胶卷书，或是查询电脑资料库，而我的做法则是扫描盖娅的全心灵。”
崔维兹说：“你怎样防止大量资讯涌人你的心灵，以免撑爆你的颅腔？”
“你讽刺成瘾了吗，崔维兹？”
裴洛拉特赶紧说：“拜托，葛兰，别讨人厌。”
崔维兹轮流瞪视他们两人，显然在经过一番努力之后，才终于使脸上绷紧的肌肉放松。“很抱歉。我被一个强行加在身上的着担压得喘不过气，又不知道该如何解脱。或许由于这个缘故，我讲话的口气听来不大好，但这绝非我的本意。宝绮思，我真的很想知道答案。你如何能取用别人脑中的记忆，却不会很快将自己的脑袋塞满？”
宝绮思回答说：“我也不知道，崔维兹，正如你不了解自己头脑运作的细节。我想，你应该知道你们的太阳和最近一颗恒星的距离，可是你未必会一直记着这回事。你把这个数宇贮存在某处，不何时被人问起，你随时都能想起来。如果你一直没有用到，久而久之也许就会忘记，但你总能在某个电脑资料库中查到。你可以将盖娅的头脑视为一座大型电脑资料库，我随时能使用它，然而我却不一定要刻意记住曾经用过的资料。用完某项资料或记忆之后，我可以让它从自己的记忆中消失，换句话说，就是专程把它放回原处。”
“盖娅上有多少人，宝绮思？有多少人类？”
“大约有十亿，你要知道目前确实的数字吗？”
崔维兹露出一丝苦笑。“我很明白，只要你愿意，就能把正确的数字叫出来，不过我知道大概数目就够了。”
“事实上，”宝绮思接着说：“人口数目一直都很稳定，总是在比十亿多一点的数量上下起伏。我可以延伸我的意识——嗯——到达盖娅的边缘，查出目前人口数和平均值的差距。对于没有和我们分享过共同经验的人，我实在无法解释得更清楚。”
“可是我以为，十亿人的心灵——其中还有不少是儿童，一定容纳不下一个复杂社会需要的所有资料。”
“可是人类并非盖娅上唯一的生物，崔。”
“你的意思是动物也能记忆？”
“动物脑部贮存记忆的密度没有人脑那么高，而且不论人脑或其他动物的头脑，大部分空间都用来贮存个体的记忆，那些记忆除了自身之外，对行星级意识几乎没什么用处。尽避如此，仍有许多高等资料能贮存在动物大脑、植物组织以及矿物结构中。”
“矿物结构？你是指岩石和山脉？”
“还有几类资料贮存在海洋和大气层中，它们通通都是盖娅。”
“无生物系统能容纳些什么呢？”
“太多了。比如说，岩石的记忆能力虽然低，但是由于体积庞大，所以盖娅的全记忆有一大部分存在那里。由于岩石记忆体的存取时间较长，所以最适合贮存一些‘死资料’，也就是平常极少用到的资料。”
“假设一个脑部存有十分着要资料的人死了，那又会怎么样呢？”
“里面的资料并不会遗失。人死了之后，当大脑组织开始解体时，资料会慢慢挤出脑部，这些记忆有充分的时间分散到盖娅其他部分。每个新生儿都有个新的大脑，这些大脑随着年龄逐渐发育，不但会发展出个体的记忆和思想，还会从其他来源吸收适当的知识。你们所谓的教育，就我／我们／盖娅而言，完全是自动自发的过程。”
裴洛拉特说：“坦白讲，葛兰，我觉得这种活生生的世界，是一种具有许多优点的概念。”
崔维兹瞟了这位基地同胞一眼。“这点我也同意，詹诺夫，可是我不怎么感兴趣。这颗行星不论多大，不论如何多样化，仍然等于只有一个头脑，只有一个！每个新生的头脑都和整体融合为一，怎么会有反对意见出现的机会？如果你回顾人类的历史，你将会发现，某些人的想法虽然一时无法见容于社会，却能赢得最后的胜利，进而改变整个世界。而在盖娅上，有什么机会出现创造历史的伟大叛逆？”
“盖娅也会有内部冲突。”宝绮思说：“并非盖娅每一部分都会接受共同的观点。”
“但是一定有限，”崔维兹说：“在一个单一有机体内，不可能容许过多的骚动，否则就无法正常运作。在这种情况下，整体的进步和发展纵使没有完全停滞，步调也一定相当缓慢。我们能冒险将这种情形强行加诸整个银河吗？加在全体人类之上吗？”
宝绮思毫不动容地答道：“你是在质疑自己的决定吗？难道你已经改变主意，认为盖娅不适合做人类未来的典范？”
崔维兹紧抿着嘴唇，迟疑了一下，然后缓缓说道：“我很想这样做，不过——还不到时候。我所做的决定是有根据的——某种潜意识的根据。除非我找出它的真面目，我还不能决定要不要变卦。所以说，我们还是回到地球这个题目吧。”
“你觉得在地球上，可以领悟到促使你做出那个决定的根据，对不对？”
“我的感觉正是这样——杜姆说盖娅不知道地球的位置，我相信你一定同意他的看法。”
“我当然同意他的话，我和他同样是盖娅。”
“你有没有什么事瞒着我？我是指刻意瞒着我？”
“当然没有。即使盖娅能说谎，也不会对你这么做。无论如何，我们得仰赖你所傲的决断，我们希望它正确无误，这就需要一切以事实为基础。”
“既然如此，”崔维兹说：“就让我们利用你们的世界级记忆吧。往前回溯，告诉我你能记得多久以前的事。”
宝绮思茫然地望着崔维兹，迟疑了好一会儿，彷佛处于一种精神恍惚的境界。然后她说：“一万五千年。”
“你为什么犹豫了一下？”
“这需要些时间。陈旧的记忆——尤其是那些非常陈旧的，几乎都藏在群山的根部，要花点时间才能挖出来。”
“一万五千年前？是不是盖娅刚创建的时候？”
“不，据我们所知，那还要再往前回溯大约三千年。”
“你为什么不能肯定？你，或者盖娅，难道不记得吗？”
宝绮思说：“当时盖娅尚未发展出全球性记忆。”
“可是在你们仰赖集体记忆之前，盖娅一定保有些纪录，宝绮思。一般性的纪录——录下来的、写下来的、拍下来的等等。”
“我想应该有吧，可是过了这么久，那些东西不可能还存在。”
“也许会有副本，或者说，当全球性记忆发展成功之后，它们就被转移到那里去，如果真是这样就更好了。”
宝绮思皱了一下眉头，接下来又是一阵犹豫，这次持续的时间更久。“你说的那些早期纪录，我找不到任何踪迹。”
“怎么会这样？”
“我也不知道，崔维兹。不过，我想是因为它们看来不太着要。我猜，当这些早期的非记忆性资料开始腐坏时，就已经被认定是过时和没有用的了。”
“你并不知道实情，你只不过在想、在猜罢了。可是你其实不知道，盖娅也不知道。”
宝绮思垂下眼睑。“一定是这样。”
“一定是这样？我可不是盖娅的一部分，因此我不需要同意盖娅的看法——这是个很好的例子，让你知道独立性有多着要。我，身为一个孤立体，我有不同的看法。”
“你的看法如何？”
“首先，有一点我非常肯定，一个现存的文明不太可能毁掉早期的纪录。非但不会判定那些资料陈旧无用，还很可能过分珍惜着视这些资料，并且想尽办法保存。如果盖娅全球性记忆出现前的纪录被毁坏殆尽，宝绮思，这不太可能是自发性的行为。”
“那么你要如何解释呢？”
“在川陀那座图书馆中，有关地球的参考资料全被移走，主事者不知是何方神圣，反正不是川陀第二基地的成员。如此看来，盖娅上有关地球的参考资料，会不会也是被外力清除的？”
“你怎么知道早期纪录提到了地球？”
“根据你的说法，盖娅至少是在一万八千年前建立的。那是银河帝国尚未兴起的时代，当时人类正在大举殖民银河，而殖民者的主要来源正是地球。裴洛拉特可以证实这一点。”
突然听到被人点名，裴洛拉特有点惊讶。他清了清喉咙，“传说中的确是这样，亲爱的。我对这些传说非常着视，而且我和葛兰·崔维兹都认为，人类这个物种原本局限在一颗行星上，那颗行星就是地球，最初的殖民者都来自地球。”
“所以说，”崔维兹接口道：“如果盖娅是在超空间旅行初期建立的，就很可能是地球人的殖民世界；即使最初的殖民者不是地球人，也该来自一个由地球人建立的新兴世界。因此，盖娅的开拓史，以及其后数千年的纪录，一定记载了和地球及地球人相关的史实，可是这些纪录通通不见了。似乎有什么神秘的力量，不让地球在银河的任何纪录中曝光。果真如此，其中一定有着大的隐情。”
宝绮思气呼呼地说：“这只是臆测罢了，崔维兹，你没有任何证据。”
“然而盖娅一直坚持我有特殊的天分，在证据不足的情况下，我也能做出正确的结论。所以说，在我做出一个确切的结论之后，不要再说我缺乏证据。”
宝绮思沈默不语。
崔维兹继续说：“所以说，寻找地球也就更形着要。我想在远星号准备就绪后马上出发，你们两位还是要去吗？”
“当然。”宝绮思不假思索立刻回答；“当然。”裴洛拉特也这么说。

Chapter 2: Toward Comporellon
5It was raining lightly. Trevize looked up at the sky, which was asolid grayish white.
He was wearing a rain hat that repelled the drops and sent themflying well away from his body in all directions. Pelorat, standing outof range of the flying drops, had no such protection.
Trevize said, "I don't see the point of your letting yourself getwet, Janov.""The wet doesn't bother me, my dear chap," said Pelorat, looking assolemn as he always did. "It's a light and warm rain. There's no windto speak of. And besides, to quote the old saying: `In Anacreon, do asthe Anacreonians do.'" He indicated the few Gaians standing near theFar Star , watching quietly. They were well scattered, as thoughthey were trees in a Gaian grove, and none wore rain hats.
"I suppose," said Trevize, "they don't mind being wet, because allthe rest of Gaia is getting wet. The trees the grass thesoil all wet, and all equally part of Gaia, along with theGaians.""I think it makes sense," said Pelorat. "The sun will come out soonenough and everything will dry quickly. The clothing won't wrinkleor shrink, there's no chilling effect, and, since there aren't anyunnecessary pathogenic microorganisms, no one will get colds, or flu,or pneumonia. Why worry about a bit of damp then?"Trevize had no trouble in seeing the logic of that, but he hated tolet go of his grievance. He said, "Still, there is no need for it to rainas we are leaving. After all, the rain is voluntary. Gaia wouldn't rainif it didn't want to. It's almost as though it were showing its contemptfor us.""Perhaps" and Pelorat's lip twitched a bit "Gaia isweeping with sorrow at our leaving."Trevize said, "That may be, but I'm not.""Actually," Pelorat went on, "I presume that the soil in this regionneeds a wetting down, and that need is more important than your desireto have the sun shine."Trevize smiled. "I suspect you really like this world, don't you? Evenaside from Bliss, I mean.""Yes, I do," said Pelorat, a trace defensively. "I've always led aquiet, orderly life, and think how I could manage here, with a wholeworld laboring to keep it quiet and orderly. After all, Golan,when we build a house or that ship we try to create aperfect shelter. We equip it with everything we need; we arrange tohave its temperature, air quality, illumination, and everything else ofimportance, controlled by us and manipulated in a way to make it perfectlyaccommodating to us. Gaia is just an extension of the desire for comfortand security extended to an entire planet. What's wrong with that?""What's wrong with that," said Trevize, "is that my house or myship is engineered to suit me . I am not engineered to suitit . If I were part of Gaia, then no matter how ideally theplanet was devised to suit me, I would be greatly disturbed over thefact that I was also being devised to suit it."Pelorat pursed his lips. "One could argue that every society moldsits population to fit itself. Customs develop that make sense withinthe society, and that chain every individual firmly to its needs.""In the societies I know, one can revolt. There are eccentrics,even criminals.""Do you want eccentrics and criminals?""Why not? You and I are eccentrics. We're certainly not typicalof the people living on Terminus. As for criminals, that's a matterof definition. And if criminals are the price we must pay for rebels,heretics, and geniuses, I'm willing to pay it. I demandthe price be paid.""Are criminals the only possible payment? Can't you have geniuswithout criminals?""You can't have geniuses and saints without having people far outsidethe norm, and I don't see how you can have such things on only one sideof the norm. There is bound to be a certain symmetry. In any case,I want a better reason for my decision to make Gaia the model for thefuture of humanity than that it is a planetary version of a comfortablehouse.""Oh, my dear fellow. I wasn't trying to argue you into being satisfiedwith your decision. I was just making an observa "He broke off. Bliss was striding toward them, her dark hair wet andher robe clinging to her body and emphasizing the rather generous widthof her hips. She was nodding to them as she came.
"I'm sorry I delayed you," she said, panting a little. "It took longerto check with Dom than I had anticipated.""Surely," said Trevize, "you know everything he knows.""Sometimes it's a matter of a difference in interpretation. We arenot identical, after all, so we discuss. Look here," she said, witha touch of asperity, "you have two hands. They are each part of you,and they seem identical except for one being the mirror-image of theother. Yet you do not use them entirely alike, do you? There are somethings you do with your right hand most of the time, and some with yourleft. Differences in interpretation, so to speak.""She's got you," said Pelorat, with obvious satisfaction.
Trevize nodded. "It's an effective analogy, if it were relevant,and I'm not at all sure it is. In any case, does this mean we can boardthe ship now? It is raining.""Yes, yes. Our people are all off it, and it's in perfect shape." Then,with a sudden curious look at Trevize, "You're keeping dry. The raindropsare missing you.""Yes, indeed," said Trevize. "I am avoiding wetness.""But doesn't it feel good to be wet now and then?""Absolutely. But at my choice, not the rain's."Bliss shrugged. "Well, as you please. All our baggage is loaded solet's board."The three walked toward the Far Star . The rain was growingstill lighter, but the grass was quite wet. Trevize found himselfwalking gingerly, but Bliss had kicked off her slippers, which she wasnow carrying in one hand, and was slogging through the grass barefoot.
"It feels delightful," she said, in response to Trevize's downwardglance.
"Good," he said absently. Then, with a touch of irritation, "Why arethose other Gaians standing about, anyway?"Bliss said, "They're recording this event, which Gaia findsmomentous. You are important to us, Trevize. Consider that if you shouldchange your mind as a result of this trip and decide against us, wewould never grow into Galaxia, or even remain as Gaia.""Then I represent life and death for Gaia; for the whole world.""We believe so."Trevize stopped suddenly, and took off his rain hat. Blue patcheswere appearing in the sky. He said, "But you have my vote in your favornow . If you kill me, I'll never be able to change it.""Golan," murmured Pelorat, shocked. "That is a terrible thing tosay.""Typical of an Isolate," said Bliss calmly. "You must understand,Trevize, that we are not interested in you as a person, or even inyour vote, but in the truth, in the facts of the matter. You are onlyimportant as a conduit to the truth, and your vote as an indication of thetruth. That is what we want from you, and if we kill you to avoid a changein your vote, we would merely be hiding the truth from ourselves.""If I tell you the truth is non-Gaia, will you all then cheerfullyagree to die?""Not entirely cheerfully, perhaps, but it's what it would amount toin the end."Trevize shook his head. "If anything ought to convince me that Gaiais a horror and should die, it might be that very statementyou've just made." Then he said, his eyes returning to the patientlywatching (and, presumably, listening) Gaians, "Why are they spread outlike that? And why do you need so many? If one of them observes thisevent and stores it in his or her memory, isn't it available to all therest of the planet? Can't it be stored in a million different places ifyou want it to be?"Bliss said, "They are observing this each from a different angle,and each is storing it in a slightly different brain. When all theobservations are studied, it will be seen that what is taking place willbe far better understood from all the observations together than fromany one of them, taken singly.""The whole is greater than the sum of the parts, in other words.""Exactly. You have grasped the basic justification of Gaia'sexistence. You, as a human individual, are composed of perhaps fiftytrillion cells, but you, as a multicellular individual, are far moreimportant than those fifty trillion as the sum of their individualimportance. Surely you would agree with that.""Yes," said Trevize. "I agree with that."He stepped into the ship, and turned briefly for one more look atGaia. The brief rain had lent a new freshness to the atmosphere. He sawa green, lush, quiet, peaceful world; a garden of serenity set amid theturbulence of the weary Galaxy.
And Trevize earnestly hoped he would never see it again.
6When the airlock closed behind them, Trevize feltas though he had shut out not exactly a nightmare, but something soseriously abnormal that it had prevented him from breathing freely.
He was fully aware that an element of that abnormality was still withhim in the person of Bliss. While she was there, Gaia was there andyet he was also convinced that her presence was essential. It was theblack box working again, and earnestly he hoped he would never beginbelieving in that black box too much.
He looked about the vessel and found it beautiful. It had been hisonly since Mayor Harla Branno of the Foundation had forced him into itand sent him out among the stars a living lightning rod designed todraw the fire of those she considered enemies of the Foundation. That taskwas done but the ship was still his, and he had no plans to return it.
It had been his for merely a matter of a few months, but it seemedlike home to him and he could only dimly remember what had once beenhis home in Terminus.
Terminus! The off-center hub of the Foundation, destined, by Seldon'sPlan, to form a second and greater Empire in the course of the next fivecenturies, except that he, Trevize, had now derailed it. By his owndecision he was converting the Foundation to nothing, and was makingpossible instead, a new society, a new scheme of life, a frighteningrevolution that would be greater than any since the development ofmulticellular life.
Now he was engaged in a journey designed to prove to himself (or todisprove) that what he had done was right.
He found himself lost in thought and motionless, so that he shookhimself in self-irritation. He hastened to the pilot-room and foundhis computer still there.
It glistened; everything glistened. There had been a most carefulcleaning. The contacts he closed, nearly at random, worked perfectly,and, it surely seemed, with greater ease than ever. The ventilatingsystem was so noiseless that he had to put his hand over the vents tomake sure he felt air currents.
The circle of light on the computer glowed invitingly. Trevize touchedit and the light spread out to cover the desk top and the outline of aright and left hand appeared on it. He drew a deep breath and realizedthat he had stopped breathing for a while. The Gaians knew nothing aboutFoundation technology and they might easily have damaged the computerwithout meaning any malice. Thus far they had not the hands werestill there.
The crucial test came with the laying on of his own hands, however,and, for a moment, he hesitated. He would know, almost at once, ifanything were wrong but if something was, what could he do? Forrepairs, he would have to go back to Terminus, and if he did, he feltquite confident that Mayor Branno would not let him leave again. And ifhe did not He could feel his heart pounding, and there was clearly no point indeliberately lengthening the suspense.
He thrust his hands out, right, left, and placed them on the outlinesupon the desk. At once, he had the illusion of another pair of handsholding his. His senses extended, and he could see Gaia in all directions,green and moist, the Gaians still watching. When he willed himself tolook upward, he saw a largely cloudy sky. Again, at his will, the cloudsvanished and he looked at an unbroken blue sky with the orb of Gaia'ssun filtered out.
Again he willed and the blue parted and he saw the stars.
He wiped them out, and willed and saw the Galaxy, like a foreshortenedpinwheel. He tested the computerized image, adjusting its orientation,altering the apparent progress of time, making it spin first in onedirection, then the other. He located the sun of Sayshell, the nearestimportant star to Gaia; then the sun of Terminus; then of Trantor; oneafter the other. He traveled from star to star in the Galactic map thatdwelt in the bowels of the computer.
Then he withdrew his hands and let the world of reality surround himagain and realized he had been standing all this time, half-bowingover the computer to make the hand contact. He felt stiff and had tostretch his back muscles before sitting down.
He stared at the computer with warm relief. It had worked perfectly. Ithad been, if anything, more responsive, and what he felt for it he couldonly describe as love. After all, while heeeeld its hands (he resolutelyrefused to admit to himself that he thought of it as her hands) they were part of each other, and his will directed, controlled,experienced, and was part of a greater self. He and it must feel, in asmall way (he suddenly, and disturbingly, thought), what Gaia did in amuch larger way.
He shook his head. No! In the case of the computer and himself, itwas he Trevize who was in entire control. The computer wasa thing of total submission.
He rose and moved out to the compact galley and dining area. There wasplenty of food of all kinds, with proper refrigeration and easy-heatingfacilities. He had already noted that the book-films in his room werein the proper order, and he was reasonably sure no, completelysure that Pelorat had his personal library in safe storage. Hewould otherwise surely have heard from him by now.
Pelorat! That reminded him. He stepped into Pelorat's room. "Is thereroom for Bliss here, Janov?""Oh yes, quite.""I can convert the common room into her bedroom."Bliss looked up, wide-eyed. "I have no desire for a separate bedroom. Iam quite content to stay here with Pel. I suppose, though, that I mayuse the other rooms when needed. The gym, for instance.""Certainly. Any room but mine.""Good. That's what I would have suggested be the arrangement, if Ihad had the making of it. Naturally, you will stay out of ours.""Naturally," said Trevize, looking down and realizing that his shoesoverlapped the threshold. He took a half-step backward and said grimly,"These are not honeymoon quarters, Bliss.""I should say, in view of its compactness, that it is exactly thateven though Gaia extended it to half again as wide as it was."Trevize tried not to smile. "You'll have to be very friendly.""We are," said Pelorat, clearly ill at ease at the topic ofconversation, "but really, old chap, you can leave it to us to make ourown arrangements.""Actually, I can't," said Trevize slowly. "I still want to make itclear that these are not honeymoon accommodations. I have no objectionto anything you do by mutual consent, but you must realize that you willhave no privacy. I hope you understand that, Bliss.""There is a door," said Bliss, "and I imagine you will not disturbus who it is locked short of a real emergency, that is.""Of course I won't. However, there is no soundproofing.""What you are trying to say, Trevize," said Bliss, "is that you willhear, quite clearly, any conversation we may have, and any sounds wemay make in the course of sex.""Yes, that is what I am trying to say. With that in mind, I expect youmay find you will have to limit your activities here. This may discommodeyou, and I'm sorry, but that's the situation as it is."Pelorat cleared his throat, and said gently, "Actually, Golan, this isa problem I've already had to face. You realize that any sensation Blissexperiences, when together with me, is experienced by all of Gaia.""I have thought of that, Janov," said Trevize, looking as though hewere repressing a wince. "I didn't intend to mention it just in casethe thought had not occurred to you.""But it did, I'm afraid," said Pelorat.
Bliss said, "Don't make too much of that, Trevize. At any given moment,there may be thousands of human beings on Gaia who are engaged in sex;millions who are eating, drinking, or engaged in other pleasure-givingactivities. This gives rise to a general aura of delight that Gaia feels,every part of it. The lower animals, the plants, the minerals have theirprogressively milder pleasures that also contribute to a generalizedjoy of consciousness that Gaia feels in all its parts always, and thatis unfelt in any other world.""We have our own particular joys," said Trevize, "which we can shareafter a fashion, if we wish; or keep private, if we wish.""If you could feel ours, you would know how poverty-stricken youIsolates are in that respect.""How can you know what we feel?""Without knowing how you feel, it is still reasonable to suppose thata world of common pleasures must be more intense than those availableto a single isolated individual.""Perhaps, but even if my pleasures were poverty-stricken, I would keepmy own joys and sorrows and be satisfied with them, thin as they are,and be me and not blood brother to the nearest rock.""Don't sneer," said Bliss. "You value every mineral crystal in yourbones and teeth and would not have one of them damaged, though they haveno more consciousness than the average rock crystal of the same size.""That's true enough," said Trevize reluctantly, "but we've managed toget off the subject. I don't care if all Gaia shares your joy, Bliss, butI don't want to share it. We're living here in close quarters and I do notwish to be forced to participate in your activities even indirectly."Pelorat said, "This is an argument over nothing, my dear chap. Iam no more anxious than you to have your privacy violated. Nor mine,for that matter. Bliss and I will be discreet; won't we, Bliss?""It will be as you wish, Pel.""After all," said Pelorat, "we are quite likely to be planet-boundfor considerably longer periods than we will space-borne, and on planets,the opportunities for true privacy ""I don't care what you do on planets," interrupted Trevize, "but onthis ship, I am master.""Exactly," said Pelorat.
"Then, with that straightened out, it is time to take off.""But wait." Pelorat reached out to tug at Trevize's sleeve. "Take offfor where? You don't know where Earth is, nor do I, nor does Bliss. Nordoes your computer, for you told me long ago that it lacks any informationon Earth. What do you intend doing, then? You can't simply drift throughspace at random, my dear chap."At that, Trevize smiled with what was almost joy. For the firsttime since he had fallen into the grip of Gaia, he felt master of hisown fate.
"I assure you," he said, "that it is not my intention to drift,Janov. I know exactly where I am going."7Pelorat walked quietly into the pilot-room afterhe had waited long moments while his small tap on the door had goneunanswered. He found Trevize looking with keen absorption at thestarfield.
Pelorat said, "Golan " and waited.
Trevize looked up. "Janov! Sit down. Where's Bliss?""Sleeping. We're out in space, I see.""You see correctly." Trevize was not surprised at the other's mildsurprise. In the new gravitic ships, there was simply no way of detectingtakeoff. There were no inertial effects; no accelerational push; no noise;no vibration.
Possessing the capacity to insulate itself from outside gravitationalfields to any degree up to total, the Far Star lifted from aplanetary surface as though it were floating on some cosmic sea. Andwhile it did so, the gravitational effect within the ship,paradoxically, remained normal.
While the ship was within the atmosphere, of course, there was no needto accelerate so that the whine and vibration of rapidly passing air wouldbe absent. As the atmosphere was left behind, however, acceleration couldtake place, and at rapid rates, without affecting the passengers.
It was the ultimate in comfort and Trevize did not see how it couldbe improved upon until such time as human beings discovered a way ofwhisking through hyperspace without ships, and without concern aboutnearby gravitational fields that might be too intense. Right now, theFar Star would have to speed away from Gaia's sun for severaldays before the gravitational intensity was weak enough to attemptthe Jump.
"Golan, my dear fellow," said Pelorat. "May I speak with you for amoment or two? You are not too busy?""Not at all busy. The computer handles everything once I instruct itproperly. And sometimes it seems to guess what my instructions will be,and satisfies them almost before I can articulate them." Trevize brushedthe top of the desk lovingly.
Pelorat said, "We've grown very friendly, Golan, in the short timewe've known each other, although I must admit that it scarcely seemsa short time to me. So much has happened. It's really peculiar when Istop to think of my moderately long life, that half of all the events Ihave experienced were squeezed into the last few months. Or so it wouldseem. I could almost suppose "Trevize held up a hand "Janov, you're spinning outward from youroriginal point, I'm sure. You began by saying we've grown very friendly ina very short time. Yes, we have, and we still are. For that matter, you'veknown Bliss an even shorter time and have grown even friendlier.""That's different, of course," said Pelorat, clearing his throat insome embarrassment.
"Of course," said Trevize, "but what follows from our brief butenduring friendship?""If, my dear fellow, we still are friends, as you've just said, thenI must pass on to Bliss, whom, as you've also just said, is peculiarlydear to me.""I understand. And what of that?""I know, Golan, that you are not fond of Bliss, but for my sake,I wish "Trevize raised a hand. "One moment, Janov. I am not overwhelmed byBliss, but neither is she an object of hatred to me. Actually, I haveno animosity toward her at all. She's an attractive young woman and,even if she weren't, then, for your sake, I would be prepared to findher so. It's Gaia I dislike.""But Bliss is Gaia.""I know, Janov. That's what complicates things so. As long as I thinkof Bliss as a person, there's no problem. If I think of her as Gaia,there is.""But you haven't given Gaia a chance, Golan. Look, old chap,let me admit something. When Bliss and I are intimate, she sometimes letsme share her mind for a minute or so. Not for more than that becauseshe says I'm too old to adapt to it. Oh, don't grin, Golan, youwould be too old for it, too. If an Isolate, such as you or I, wereto remain part of Gaia for more, than a minute or two, there might bebrain damage and if it's as much as five or ten minutes, it would beirreversible. If you could only experience it, Golan.""What? Irreversible brain damage? No, thanks.""Golan, you're deliberately misunderstanding me. I mean, justthat small moment of union. You don't know what you're missing. It'sindescribable. Bliss rays there's a sense of joy. That's like sayingthere's a sense of joy when you finally drink a bit of water after youhave all but died of thirst. I couldn't even begin to tell you whatit's like. You share all the pleasures that a billion people separatelyexperience. It isn't a steady joy; if it were you would quickly stopfeeling it. It vibrates twinkles has a strange pulsing rhythmthat doesn't let you go. It's more joy no, not more it'sa better joy than you could ever experience separately. Icould weep when she shuts the door on me "Trevize shook his head. "You are amazingly eloquent, my good friend,but you sound very much as though you're describing pseudendorphinaddiction, or that of some other drug that admits you to joy in theshort term at the price of leaving you permanently in horror in the longterm. Not for me! I am reluctant to sell my individuality for some brieffeeling of joy.""I still have my individuality, Golan.""But for how long will you have it if you keep it up, Janov? You'llbeg for more and more of your drug until, eventually, your brain willbe damaged. Janov, you mustn't let Bliss do this to you. PerhapsI had better speak to her about it.""No! Don't! You're not the soul of tact, you know, and I don't wanther hurt. I assure you she takes better care of me in that respect thanyou can imagine. She's more concerned with the possibility of braindamage than I am. You can be sure of that.""Well, then, I'll speak to you. Janov, don't do this anymore. You'velived for fifty-two years with your own kind of pleasure and joy,and your brain is adapted to withstanding that. Don't be snapped up bya new and unusual vice. There is a price for it; if not immediately,then eventually.""Yes, Golan," said Pelorat in a low voice, looking down at the tipsof his shoes. Then he said, "Suppose you look at it this way. What ifyou were a one-celled creature ""I know what you're going to say, Janov. Forget it. Bliss and I havealready referred to that analogy.""Yes, but think a moment. Suppose we imagine single-celled organismswith a human level of consciousness and with the power of thought andimagine them faced with the possibility of becoming a multicellularorganism. Would not the single-celled organisms mourn their lossof individuality, and bitterly resent their forthcoming enforcedregimentation into the personality of an overall organism? And wouldthey not be wrong? Could an individual cell even imagine the power ofthe human brain?"Trevize shook his head violently. "No, Janov, it's a falseanalogy. Single-celled organisms don't have consciousnessor any power of thought or if they do it is so infinitesimalit might as well be considered zero. For such objects to combine andlose individuality is to lose something they have never really had. Ahuman being, however, is conscious and does have the power of thought. He has an actual consciousness and an actualindependent intelligence to lose, so the analogy fails."There was silence between the two of them for a moment; an almostoppressive silence; and finally Pelorat, attempting to wrench theconversation in a new direction, said, "Why do you stare at theviewscreen?""Habit," said Trevize, smiling wryly. "The computer tells me thatthere are no Gaian ships following me and that there are no Sayshellianfleets coming to meet me. Still I look anxiously, comforted by my ownfailure to see such ships, when the computer's sensors are hundreds oftimes keener and more piercing than my eyes. What's more, the computer iscapable of sensing some properties of space very delicately, propertiesthat my senses can't perceive under any conditions. Knowing allthat, I still stare."Pelorat said, "Golan, if we are indeed friends ""I promise you I will do nothing to grieve Bliss; at least, nothingI can help.""It's another matter now. You keep your destination from me, as thoughyou don't trust me with it. Where are we going? Are you of the opinionyou know where Earth is?"Trevize looked up, eyebrows lifted. "I'm sorry. I have been huggingthe secret to my own bosom, haven't I?""Yes, but why?"Trevize said, "Why, indeed. I wonder, my friend, if it isn't a matterof Bliss.""Bliss? Is it that you don't want her to know. Really,old fellow, she is completely to be trusted.""It's not that. What's the use of not trusting her? I suspect shecan tweak any secret out of my mind if she wishes to. I think I have amore childish reason than that. I have the feeling that you are payingattention only to her and that I no longer really exist."Pelorat looked horrified. "But that's not true, Golan.""I know, but I'm trying to analyze my own feelings. You came to mejust now with fears for our friendship, and thinking about it, I feel asthough I've had the same fears. I haven't openly admitted it to myself,but I think I have felt cut out by Bliss. Perhaps I seek to `get even'
by petulantly keeping things from you. Childish, I suppose.""Golan!""I said it was childish, didn't I? But where is the person who isn'tchildish now and then? However, we are friends. We'vesettled that and therefore I will play no further games. We're goingto Comporellon.""Comporellon?" said Pelorat, for the moment not remembering.
"Surely you recall my friend, the traitor, Munn Li Compor. We threemet on Sayshell."Pelorat's face assumed a visible expression of enlightenment. "Ofcourse I remember. Comporellon was the world of his ancestors."" If it was. I don't necessarily believe anythingCompor said. But Comporellon is a known world, and Compor said that itsinhabitants knew of Earth. Well, then, we'll go there and find out. Itmay lead to nothing but it's the only starting point we have."Pelorat cleared his throat and looked dubious. "Oh, my dear fellow,are you sure?""There's nothing about which to be either sure or not sure. We haveone starting point and, however feeble it might be, we have no choicebut to follow it up.""Yes, but if we're doing it on the basis of what Compor told us,then perhaps we ought to consider everything he told us. Iseem to remember that he told us, most emphatically, that Earth didnot exist as a living planet that its surface was radioactive andthat it was utterly lifeless. And if that is so, then we are going toComporellon for nothing."8The three were lunching in the dining room, virtuallyfilling it as they did so.
"This is very good," said Pelorat, with considerable satisfaction. "Isthis part of our original Terminus supply?""No, not at all," said Trevize. "That's long gone. This is partof the supplies we bought on Sayshell, before we headed out towardGaia. Unusual, isn't it? Some sort of seafood, but rather crunchy. Asfor this stuff I was under the impression it was cabbage when Ibought it, but it doesn't taste anything like it."Bliss listened but said nothing. She picked at the food on her ownplate gingerly.
Pelorat said gently, "You've got to eat, dear.""I know, Pel, and I'm eating."Trevize said, with a touch of impatience he couldn't quite suppress,"We do have Gaian food, Bliss.""I know," said Bliss, "but I would rather conserve that. We don'tknow how long we will be out in space and eventually I must learn toeat Isolate food. ""Is that so bad? Or must Gaia eat only Gaia."Bliss sighed. "Actually, there's a saying of ours that goes: `WhenGaia eats Gaia, there is neither loss nor gain.' It is no more than atransfer of consciousness up and down the scale. Whatever I eat on Gaiais Gaia and when much of it is metabolized and becomes me, itis still Gaia. In fact, by the fact that I eat, some of whatI eat has a chance to participate in a higher intensity of consciousness,while, of course, other portions of it are turned into waste of one sortor another and therefore sink in the scale of consciousness."She took a firm bite of her food, chewed vigorously for a moment,swallowed, and said, "It represents a vast circulation. Plants growand are eaten by animals. Animals eat and are eaten. Any organismthat dies is incorporated into the cells of molds, decay bacteria,and so on still Gaia. In this vast circulation of consciousness,even inorganic matter participates, and everything in the circulationhas its chance of periodically participating in a high intensity ofconsciousness.""All this," said Trevize, "can be said of any world. Every atom inme has a long history during which it may have been part of many livingthings, including human beings, and during which it may also have spentlong periods as part of the sea, or in a lump of coal, or in a rock,or as a portion of the wind blowing upon us.""On Gaia, however," said Bliss, "all atoms are also continually partof a higher planetary consciousness of which you know nothing.""Well, what happens, then," said Trevize, "to these vegetables fromSayshell that you are eating? Do they become part of Gaia?""They do rather slowly. And the wastes I excrete as slowly ceasebeing part of Gaia. After all, what leaves me is altogether lacking incontact with Gaia. It lacks even the less-direct hyperspatial contactthat I can maintain, thanks to my high level of conscious intensity. Itis this hyperspatial contact that causes non-Gaian food to become partof Gaia slowly once I eat it.""What about the Gaian food in our stores? Will that slowly becomenon-Gaian? If so, you had better eat it while you can.""There is no need to be concerned about that," said Bliss. "Our Gaianstores have been treated in such a way that they will remain part ofGaia over a long interval."Pelorat said, suddenly, "But what will happen when we eat the Gaian food. For that matter, what happened to us when we ateGaian food on Gaia itself. Are we ourselves slowly turning into Gaia?"Bliss shook her head and a peculiarly disturbed expression crossed herface. "No, what you ate was lost to us. Or at least the portions thatwere metabolized into your tissues were lost to us. What you excretedstayed Gaia or very slowly became Gaia so that in the end the balancewas maintained, but numerous atoms of Gaia became non-Gaia as a resultof your visit to us.""Why was that?" asked Trevize curiously.
"Because you would not have been able to endure the conversion,even a very partial one. You were our guests, brought to our worldunder compulsion, in a manner of speaking, and we had to protect youfrom danger, even at the cost of the loss of tiny fragments of Gaia. Itwas a willing price we paid, but not a happy one.""We regret that," said Trevize, "but are you sure that non-Gaianfood, or some kinds of non-Gaian food, might not, in their turn, harmyou ?""No," said Bliss. "What is edible for you would be edible to me. Imerely have the additional problem of metabolizing such food into Gaiaas well as into my own tissues. It represents a psychological barrierthat rather spoils my enjoyment of the food and causes me to eat slowly,but I will overcome that with time.""What about infection?" said Pelorat, in high-pitched alarm. "Ican't understand why I didn't think of this earlier. Bliss! Any worldyou land on is likely to have microorganisms against which you have nodefense and you will die of some simple infectious disease. Trevize,we must turn back.""Don't be panicked, Pel dear," said Bliss, smiling. "Microorganisms,too, are assimilated into Gaia when they are part of my food, or whenthey enter my body in any other way. If they seem to be in the processof doing harm, they will be assimilated the more quickly, and once theyare Gaia, they will do me no harm."The meal drew to its end and Pelorat sipped at his spiced and heatedmixture of fruit juices. "Dear me," he said, licking his lips, "I thinkit is time to change the subject again. It does seem to me that my soleoccupation on board ship is subject-changing. Why is that?"Trevize said solemnly, "Because Bliss and I cling to whatever subjectswe discuss, even to the death. We depend upon you, Janov, to save oursanity. What subject do you want to change to, old friend?""I've gone through my reference material on Comporellon and the entiresector of which it is part is rich in legends of age. They set theirsettlement far back in time, in the first millennium of hyperspatialtravel. Comporellon even speaks of a legendary founder named Benbally,though they don't say when he came from. They say that the original nameof their planet was Benbally World.""And how much truth is there in that, in your opinion, Janov?""A kernel, perhaps, but who can guess what the kernel might be.""I never heard of anyone named Benbally in actual history. Haveyou?""No, I haven't, but you know that in the late Imperial era therewas a deliberate suppression of pre-Imperial history. The Emperors,in the turbulent last centuries of the Empire, were anxious to reducelocal patriotism since they considered it, with ample justification,to be a disintegrating influence. In almost every sector of the Galaxy,therefore, true history, with complete records and accurate chronology,begins only with the days when Trantor's influence made itself felt andthe sector in question had allied Itself to the Empire or been annexedby it.""I shouldn't think that history would be that easy to eradicate,"said Trevize.
"In many ways, it isn't," said Pelorat, "but a determined and powerfulgovernment can weaken it greatly. If it is sufficiently weakened, earlyhistory comes to depend on scattered material and tends to degenerateinto folk tales. Invariably such folk tales will fill with exaggerationand come to show the sector to be older and more powerful than, in alllikelihood, it ever really was. And no matter how silly a particularlegend is, or how impossible it might be on the very face of it, itbecomes a matter of patriotism among the locals to believe it. I canshow you tales from every corner of the Galaxy that speak of originalcolonization as having taken place from Earth itself, though that isnot always the name they give the parent planet.""What else do they call it?""Any of a number of names. They call it the Only, sometimes; andsometimes, the Oldest. Or they call it the Mooned World, which, accordingto some authorities is a reference to its giant satellite. Others claimit means `Lost World' and that `Mooned' is a version of `Marooned,'
a pre-Galactic word meaning `lost' or `abandoned.'"Trevize said gently, "Janov, stop! You'll continue forever withyour authorities and counterauthorities. These legends are everywhere,you say?""Oh yes, my dear fellow. Quite. You have only to go through them togain a feel for this human habit of beginning with some seed of truthand layering about it shell after shell of pretty falsehood inthe fashion of the oysters of Rhampora that build pearls about a pieceof grit. I came across just exactly that metaphor once when ""Janov! Stop again! Tell me, is there anything about Comporellon'slegends that is different from others?""Oh!" Pelorat gazed at Trevize blankly for a moment. "Different? Well,they claim that Earth is relatively nearby and that's unusual. On mostworlds that speak of Earth, under whatever name they choose, there isa tendency to be vague about its location placing it indefinitelyfar away or in some never-never land."Trevize said, "Yes, as some on Sayshell told us that Gaia was locatedin hyperspace."Bliss laughed.
Trevize cast her a quick glance. "It's true. That's what we weretold.""I don't disbelieve it. It's amusing, that's all. It is, of course,what we want them to believe. We only ask to be left alone right now,and where can we be safer and more secure than in hyperspace? If we'renot there, we're as good as there, if people believe that to be ourlocation.""Yes," said Trevize dryly, "and in the same way there is somethingthat causes people to believe that Earth doesn't exist, or that it isfar away, or that it has a radioactive crust.""Except," said Pelorat, "that the Comporellians believe it to berelatively close to themselves.""But nevertheless give it a radioactive crust. One way or another everypeople with an Earth-legend consider Earth to be unapproachable.""That's more or less right," said Pelorat.
Trevize said, "Many on Sayshell believed Gaia to be nearby;some even identified its star correctly; and yet all considered itunapproachable. There may be some Comporellians who insist that Earthis radioactive and dead, but who can identify its star. We will thenapproach it, unapproachable though they may consider it. We did exactlythat in the case of Gaia."Bliss said, "Gaia was willing to receive you, Trevize. You werehelpless in our grip but we had no thought of harming you. What if Earth,too, is powerful, but not benevolent. What then?""I must in any case try to reach it, and accept theconsequences. However, that is my task. Once I locateEarth and head for it, it will not be too late for you to leave. I willput you off on the nearest Foundation world, or take you back to Gaia,if you insist, and then go on to Earth alone.""My dear chap," said Pelorat, in obvious distress. "Don't say suchthings. I wouldn't dream of abandoning you.""Or I of abandoning Pel," said Bliss, as she reached out a hand totouch Pelorat's cheek.
"Very well, then. It won't be long before we're ready to take theJump to Comporellon and thereafter, let us hope, it will be onto Earth."Part Two - Comporellon

第二章 航向康普隆
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现在正下着细雨，崔维兹抬头一看，天空是浓密的灰白一片。
他戴的那顶雨帽不但能阻止雨水落到身上，还能将雨滴向四面八方弹开老远。裴洛拉特站在雨滴飞溅的范围外，并未穿戴任何防雨装备。
崔维兹说：“我不懂你为什么要让自己淋湿，詹诺夫。”
“我一点也不在意，我亲爱的兄弟。”裴洛拉特的神情如往常一般肃穆，“雨势很小，而且相当温暖，又完全没有风。此外，套句古老谚语：在安纳克瑞昂行，如安纳克瑞昂人。”他指了指站在远星号附近默默围观的几位盖娅人。那些人分散得很均匀，仿佛是盖娅树丛中的几株树木，他们全都没戴雨帽。
“我想，”崔维兹说：“他们不怕被淋湿，是因为盖娅其他部分部湿了；所有的树木——草地——泥土——现在都是湿答答的，而盖娅的其他成员也一样，当然，还包括所有的盖娅人。”
“我想你的话很有道理。”裴洛拉特说：“太阳马上会出来，到时每样东西将很快被晒干。衣物不会起皱或缩水，不会让人觉得寒冷；此地没有不必要的病原性微生物，不必担心会伤风、感冒或染上肺炎。所以说，一点点湿又有什么关系？”
崔维兹当然明白这个道理，可是他不愿就此罢休，于是又说：“尽避如此，也没必要专挑我们离开时下雨。毕竟雨水是随意降下的，盖娅不想要的话，就一定不会有雨。它现在下这场雨，简直像故意表示对我们的轻蔑。”
“或许，”裴洛拉特微微抿了一下嘴唇，“是盖娅舍不得我们离开，正在伤心哭泣呢。”
崔维兹说：“也许吧，但我可没有这种感觉。”
“事实上，”裴洛拉特继续说：“我想可能是因为这一区的泥土过于干燥，需要雨水滋润，这个因素比你盼望见到阳光更着要。”
崔维兹微微一笑。“我怀疑你真的爱上了这个世界，对不对？我的意思是，即使不为了宝绮思。”
“是的，的确如此。”裴洛拉特带着一点自我辩护的味道说：“过去许多年来，我一向过着平静而规律的生活，你应该可以想像得到，我多么适应这个地方——整个世界都在努力维护生活的平静和规律。无论如何，葛兰，我们建造一栋房子，或是那艘太空船，目的就是希望有个理想的栖身之所。我们在里面配备了所需的一切，并且设法控制、调节内部各种环境因素，例如温度、空气品质、照明采光等等，让我们能在这个栖身之所住得舒舒服服。盖娅则将这种对于舒适、安全的追求，延伸到了整个行星，这又有什么不对呢？”
“问题是——”崔维兹说：“我的房子或太空船，是为了符合我的需求而设计建造的，我不必去适应它们。若是我成了盖娅的一部分，不论这个行星设计得多么理想、多么符合我的需要，我也还得设法适应它，这个事实令我极为不安。”
裴洛拉特噘了噘嘴。“我们可以说，每个社会都会刻意塑造它的组成分子。风俗习惯在社会中自然而然形成后，每一份子就不得不严格奉行，以符合社会整体的需要。”
“不过在我所知的社会中，成员也可以反其道而行，因此总会有些怪人，甚至是罪犯。”
“你希望有怪人和罪犯吗？”
“有何不可？事实上你我就是怪人，我们当然不能算是端点星的典型居民。至于罪犯嘛，定义其实见仁见智。假如罪犯是产生叛逆、矣谒和天才所必须付出的代价，那么我很愿意接受，我坚持这个代价一定要付。”
“难道罪犯是唯一可能的代价吗？我们为何不能只要天才，而不要罪犯呢？”
“如果没有一群异于凡夫俗子的人，就不可能出现天才和圣人，而我不信异于常人的人都集中在好的一端，我认为一定有某种对称存在。总之，盖娅光是一个行星级的舒适住宅绝对还不够，我要一个更好的理由，来解释我为何选择盖娅作人类未来的典范。”
“喔，我亲爱的伙伴，我并非在试图说服你接受自己的抉择，我只是提出我的观……　　　 说到这里他突然打住，因为宝绮思正朝他们大步走来。她一头黑发全淋湿了，外袍紧紧贴在身上，突显出她丰满的臀部。她一面走，一面向他们点头打招呼。
“很抱歉耽误你们的时间，”她有点气喘吁吁，“我没想到和杜姆讨论要这么久。”
“当然会，”崔维兹说：“他知道的事你全都知道。”
“伹那并不代表我们对事情的诠释全都一样，我们毕竟不是相同的个体，所以必须经常沟通。听我说，”她的语气变得有点不客气，“你有两只手，每一只都是你的一部分，除了互为镜像，它们没有任何不同。可是你不会对两只手一视同仁，对不对？有些事你大多用右手做，有些事则惯用左手，这也可说是不同的诠释。”
“她让你无话可说。”裴洛拉特显然感到十分满意。
崔维兹点了点头。“这是个很生动的类比，至于是不是真正贴切，我可不敢肯定。闲话少说，我们现在是否可以登上太空船了？正在下雨呢。”
“可以，可以。我们的工作人员都离开了，远星号一切已准备就绪。”然后，她突然好奇地望着崔维兹。“你全身都是干的，雨点没有淋到你身上。”
“的确没错，”崔维兹说：“我故意不让自己淋湿。”
“偶尔淋湿一下的感觉不是很好吗？”
“这话完全正确，可是得由我来选择时机，而不是让雨点决定。”
宝绮思耸了耸肩。“好吧，随你的便。我们的行李都装载好了，我们现在上去吧。”
于是三人便向远星号走去。此时雨势变得更小，不过草地已经相当潮湿。崔维兹小心翼翼地一步步走着，宝绮思却踢掉凉鞋拎在手上，光着双脚大剌刺地踏过草地。
“感觉真过瘾。”她这么说，算是回应崔维兹投向她脚下的目光。
“很好。”他随口应道，然后又有点不高兴地说：“其他那些盖娅人，他们站在那里到底在干什么？”
宝绮思答道：“他们在记录这件事，因为盖娅认为这是个着大事件。你对我们非常着要，崔维兹。想想看，如果这次探索的结果竟使你改变初衷，转而决定否决我们，我们将永远无法发展成盖娅星系，甚趾蟋盖娅本身也保不住。”
“如此说来，我掌握着盖娅整个世界的生死。”
“我们相信就是这样。”
这时蓝天在乌云的隙缝中出现，崔维兹突然停住脚，伸手摘掉雨帽，“可是此时此刻我仍然支持你们，如果你们现在杀了我，我就再也无法变卦。”
“葛兰，”裴洛拉特吓了一大跳，低声道：“这么说实在太可怕了。”
“这是孤立体典型的想法。”宝绮思以平静的口吻说：“你必须了解，崔维兹，我们着视的并非你这个人或是你的支持，我们所着视的是真理与事实。你的着要性在于能引导我们寻获真理，而你的支持就是真理的指标，这才是我们需要你的真正原因。如果为了防止你变卦而杀死你，那我们只是在自欺罢了。”
“如果我告诉你盖娅并非真理，你们是否都会欣然就义？”
“或许不是绝对欣然，但最后也没什么两样。”
崔维兹摇了摇头。“如果有一天，我终于认定盖娅是个可怕的怪物，不应该存在于世上，很可能就是你刚才那番陈述给我的启示。”说到这里，他的目光又回到那些耐心围观（想必也在耐心倾听）的盖娅人。“他们为什么要这样散开来？干嘛需要这么多人？即使只有一个人旁观，然后贮存在他或她的记忆中，这个行星上其他的人不也都能取用吗？如果你们喜欢的话，不是可以把它贮存在百万个不同的地方吗？”
宝绮思答道：“他们以不同的角度来观察这件事，每个人都将它贮存在各人不尽相同的大脑中。如果仔细研究这些观察纪录，可以发现众人观察所得的综合结果，要比单一的观察结果更详实易懂。”
“换句话说，整体强过部分的总和。”
“完全正确，你领悟了盖娅之所以存在的基本理由。你，一个人类个体，大约是由五十兆个细胞所组成，但是身为一个多细胞个体，你要比这五十兆个细胞的总和更为着要，这点你当然应该同意。”
“是的，”崔维兹说：“这点我同意。”
他走进太空艇，又回头看了盖娅一眼。短暂的阵雨给大气带来一股清新的气息，眼前呈现的是一个葱绿、丰饶、静谧、祥和的世界；彷佛是纷扰不堪的银河中，一座与世无争的公园。
——然而崔维兹却衷心期望永远不要再见到它。
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气闸在他们身后关上的时候，崔维兹感到挡住的不仅是一场恶梦，更是某个恐怖至极、令他连呼吸也无法顺畅的异形怪胎。
他心中很明白，这个怪物的一部分化身为宝绮思，仍然紧跟在自己身边。不论她到何处，盖娅便到何处——然而，他也深信她是不可或缺的一员。这又是黑盒子在作用了，崔维兹诚心希望自己别再对黑盒子太有信心才好。
他四处浏览了一下，感觉一切都太好了。当初，是基地的赫拉·布拉诺市长强迫他登上太空艇，将他送到银河群星之间——当一个活生生的避雷针，以吸引她心目中的敌人放出的电花。如今这项任务已告一段落，可是太空艇仍旧属于他，他也根本没有打算归还。
他拥有这艘太空艇不过几个月，已经对它有了一种家的感觉。至于端点星的那个家，他却只剩下一些模糊的记忆。
端点星！这个位于银河边陲的基地中枢。根据谢顿计划，基地注定要在未来五世纪内，形成另一个更伟大的帝国。然而他，崔维兹，却让这个计划出了轨。根据他自己的抉择，他将基地的角色完全否定，取而代之的是一种新型的社会，一个新的生命宏图，一场惊人的革命。自从多细胞生命出现后，再也没有任何演化能与之媲美。
此刻，他即将踏上一个关键性的旅程，准备向自己证明（或反证）当初的抉择正确无误。
崔维兹发现自己想得出了神，已经呆立良久，遂满肚子不高兴地甩了甩头。然后他快步走到驾驶舱，见到他的电脑仍在原处。
电脑闪闪发光，驾驶舱各处都闪闪发光，一看就知道经过极仔细的清拭。他随手按下几个开关，反应都是完美无缺，而且显然比以前更得心应手。通风系统一点噪音也没有，他不得不将手放在通风口旁，以确定气流的确顺畅无阻。
电脑上的光圈发出动人的灿烂光芒，崔维兹刚碰了一下，光线立刻扩散，洒遍整个桌面，上面现出左、右两只手的轮廓。他深深吸了一口气，才发现自己已屏息了一会儿。盖娅人对基地科技完全不懂，很可能出于无心之失而弄坏这台电脑。还好直到目前为止，他尚未发现损坏的迹象，两个手掌轮廓还在那里。
接下来，应该是进行关键性测试，也就是将自己的双手摆上去。不过他迟疑了一下，因为若有任何问题，他立刻就能察觉——可是万一真有什么问题，他该怎么办？若是想要修理，就必须返回端点星，如果回去了，他相信布拉诺市长一定不会再让他走。伹如果不回去……
他可以感到心脏怦怦乱跳，实在没道理再让这种不安的情绪持续下去。
他猛然伸出双手，一左一右按在桌面的轮廓上。在同—瞬间，他感到好像有另一双手抓住自己。他的感官开始向外延伸，已经能从各个方向观看盖娅。外面依然是一片葱绿与湿润，那些盖娅人还在原地围观。他动念令自己向上观望，见到了覆盖着大片云层的天空；他继续驱动意念，云层立时消失无踪，呈现出万里无云的蔚蓝晴空，以及又大又圆的盖娅之阳。
他再次运用意志力，蓝天随即一分为二，群星同时显现眼前。
拨开群星之后，他又动了一个念头，就见到整个银河，形状像是望远镜中看到的纸风车。他测试电脑化的影像，调整相对方位，并且改变表观时间，让风车开始缓缓旋转，不久再转向反方向。他找到赛协尔的太阳，那是距离盖娅最近的一颗显眼的恒星。接着，他又依序找到端点星的太阳，以及川陀的太阳。从一颗恒星跳到另一颗，他在电脑内的与图中畅游整个银河。
然后他缩回手来，再度置身现实世界，这才发觉自己一直站着，在电脑前面伞弯着腰，双手按在桌面上。他觉得全身僵硬，必须将背部肌肉伸展开来才能坐下。
他凝视着电脑，觉得如释着负。电脑运作一切正常，如果硬要说有何不同，那就是它的反应变得更灵敏。崔维兹对它的感觉，只有“爱”这个宇可以形容。毕竟，当他握着它的双手时（其实他心中早已认定那是“她”的双手，只不过他坚决不肯承认），感觉彼此已经浑然成为一体，他的意志指挥、控制、经验着一个更大的自我，同时也是这个大我的一部分。刚才，他与它必定体会到一种小辨模的“盖娅感”（他突然有了这种令自己不安的想法）。
他摇了摇头。不对！电脑与他的融合，是由他——崔维兹完全掌控，电脑只是个绝对驯服的器具。
他起身走出驾驶舱，来到了狭窄的厨舱与用餐区。那里满是各种各样的食物，还有合宜的冷藏库与简便加热设备。他刚才已经注意到，自己舱房里的胶卷书都有条不紊，而且他相当肯定——不，应该说完全肯定——裴洛拉特的个人藏书也保存得很妥当，否则一定早就听到他的抱怨。
裴洛拉特！他好像突然想到什么，立刻走到裴洛拉特的舱房。“宝绮思在这里挤得下吗，詹诺夫？”
“哦，当然没问题。”
“我可以把公用舱改装成她的寝舱。”
宝绮思抬起头来，双眼睁得老大。“我不想要一问单独的寝舱，我很喜欢跟裴住在一起。不过我想，有必要的时候，我会借用其他的舱房，譬如健身舱。”
“当然可以，只有我的舱房例外。”
“很好。如果由我决定，我也会做这样的安排。不用说，你也不能踏进我们的房间。”
“那当然，”崔维兹说完，低头一看，发现自己的鞋子已经越界。他赶紧退后半步，正色道：“这里可不是蜜月套房，宝绮思。”
“这间舱房挤成这样，我看就算盖娅将它的宽度再扩增一半，它仍然是个十足的蜜月套房。”
崔维兹努力克制住笑意。“那你们彼此之间可得十分和睦才行。”
“我们的确如此，”裴洛拉特显然对这个话题感到很不自在，“可是说真的，老弟，你就让我们自己安排一切吧。”
“恐怕不行，”崔维兹缓缓说道：“我还是要把话说清楚，这艘太空船可不是蜜月旅行的交通工具。你们双方同意做的事，我绝不会反对，可是你们必须明白，你们无法享有隐私。我希望你了解这点，宝绮思。”
“这个舱房有道门，”宝绮思说：“门一旦锁起来，我想你就一定不会打扰我们——除非有什么紧急状况。”
“我当然不会，不过，这里没有隔音设备。”
“崔维兹，我想你的意思是说，”宝绮思道：“我们之间的任何谈话，以及从事性行为时发出的任何声音，你都会听得一清二楚。”
“没错，我正是这个意思。既然你明白这点，我希望你能自我约束一下。这样也许会让你感到很不方便，但我只能说声抱歉，因为情况就是如此。”
裴洛拉特清了清喉咙，温和地说：“事实上，葛兰，我自己早就必须面对这种问题。你该知道，我和宝绮思在一起时，她的任何感觉整个盖娅都体验得到。”
“我想到过这点，詹诺夫。”崔维兹像是压抑着不以为然的表情，“我原本无意提起——只是怕你们自己没想到。”
“只怕你多虑了。”裴洛拉特说。
宝绮思又说：“别小题大作，崔维兹。在盖娅上，随时可能有数千人在享受性爱，有数百万人在吃喝玩乐，这些活动合成一片愉悦的氛围，盖娅每一部分都能感同身受。而较低等的动物，以及植物和矿物，同样能产生一些较轻度的欢乐，这些情绪也会加入整体的喜悦意识。盖娅所有部分总是能分享这种意识，这样的经验在其他世界上是感受不到的。”
“我们有我们自己的喜悦，”崔维兹说：“如果我们愿意，也能以某种形式和他人分享；若不愿意的话，则大可独自品尝。”
“如果你能感受到我们的喜悦，你将明白在这方面，你们孤立体有多贫乏。”
“你怎能知道我们的感受？”
“我虽然不知道你们的感受，仍旧可以做出合理的推论。一个全体同乐的世界，感受的乐趣一定比孤立个体更强烈。”
“大概是吧，不过，即使我的乐趣贫乏得可怜，我仍希望保有个人的悲喜；虽然这些感觉那么薄弱，我却心满意足。我宁可保持孤立，也不愿和身旁的岩石称兄道弟。”
“别嘲笑我们，”宝绮思说：“你身上的骨骼和牙齿，里面每个矿物晶体所具备的意识，虽然不比相同大小的普通岩石晶体更高，你仍然非常珍惜它们，不想让它们受到任何伤害。”
“你说得很对，”崔维兹不大情愿地说：“可是这好像有点离题了。我不介意盖娅全体分享你们的喜悦，宝绮思，但我自己可不想加入。我们的舱房距离很近，我不希望被迫参与你们的活动，哪怕只是间接参与。”
裴洛拉特说：“这实在是无谓的争论，我亲爱的兄弟。我一样不希望侵犯到你的隐私，同理，我也不想丧失自己的隐私权。宝绮思和我会很谨慎，对不对，宝绮思？”
“一定会让你满意，裴。”
“毕竟，”裴洛拉特说：“我们待在各个行星上的时间，想必会比待在太空中多得多。而在行星上，拥有真正隐私的机会……”
“我不管你们在行星上做些什么，”崔维兹打断他的话，“可是在这艘太空船上，凡事都得由我作主。”
“那当然。”裴洛拉特说。
“既然这件事已经说清楚，现在是升空的时候了。”
“等一等，”裴洛拉特伸手拉住崔维兹的袖子，“要飞到哪里去？你不晓得地球在哪里，我和宝绮思也不清楚，甚至你的电脑也不知道。我记得很久以前，你曾经告诉我，说电脑没有任何有关地球的资料。那么，你究竟想要怎么做？总不能在太空中胡乱游荡吧卜我亲爱的兄弟。”
崔维兹的反应只是微微一笑，好像很开心的样子。自从他落入盖娅掌握之后，他首度感到又能为自己的命运作主。
“我向你保证，”他说：“我绝无意在太空中游荡，詹诺夫，我非常清楚该到哪里去。”
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裴洛拉特轻轻敲了敲门，在门口等了许久，却没听到任何回应。他悄悄走进驾驶舱才发现崔维兹正盯着星像场出神。
裴洛拉特唤了声：“葛兰——”便静静等着他的回答。
崔维兹抬起头来。“詹诺夫！请坐。宝绮思呢？”
“在睡觉——原来我们已经进入太空了。”
“完全正确。”对于裴洛拉特轻微的诧异，崔维兹一点也不觉得奇怪。身处这种新型着力太空艇中，根本无法察觉起飞的过程，因为从头到尾没有惯性效应，没有加速的推力，没有任何噪音，也没有一点震动。
远星号能够将外界的着力场部分或全部隔绝，因此当它从行星表面升空时，仿佛漂浮在宇宙之洋中。而在此期间，太空艇内的着力效应却始终不可思议地维持正常。．　太空艇未脱离大气层之前，自然没有必要加速，因此不会有气流急速通过引起的呼啸与振动；而在离开大气层后，即使太空艇迅速加速，乘客也一样不会有任何感觉。
这已经是舒适的极限，崔维兹无法想像还有什么能改进的地方。除非将来人类发现某种方法，可以使人直接在超空间中倏忽来去，无需借助任何航具，也下必担心附近的着力场可能太强。如今，远星号必须花上几天的时间，尽快驶离盖娅之阳，直到着力强度减低到适当的秤谌，才能开始进行超空间跃迁。
“葛兰，我亲爱的伙伴，”裴洛拉特说：“我可不可以跟你说一会儿话？你不会很忙吧？”
“根本不忙，我一旦下达了正确的指令，电脑就能处理一切。有些时候，它似乎能预先猜到我的指令，几乎在我未曾好好想一遍之前，它就已经抢先完成。”崔维兹轻拂电脑桌面，流露出非常钟爱的样子。
于是裴洛拉特说：“葛兰，我们认识没有多久就成了很好的朋友：虽然我必须承认，我觉得这段时间并不算短，其间发生了太多事情。说来真是难以置信，当我静下心来，回顾我这不算短的一生，竟然发现我一辈子的经历，有一半都集中在过去几个月，或者好像是这样。我几乎可以认定……”
崔维兹举起一只手。“詹诺夫，我想你越扯越远了。你一开始说我们在很短时间内成为很好的朋友，没错，的确如此，现在也没任何改变。话又说回来，你认识宝绮思的时闾更短，而你们现在却更亲密。”
“这当然是两回事。”裴洛拉特清了清喉咙，显得有点尴尬。
“当然，”崔维兹说：“可是从我们队邙坚固的友谊，你要引申出什么来？”
“我亲爱的伙伴，假使正如你刚才所说，我们依旧是朋友，那我必须将话题转到宝绮思身上。也正如你刚才所说，我对她特别珍爱。”
“我了解，所以呢？”
“我知道，葛兰，你不喜欢宝绮思。可是，看在我的份上，我希望……”
崔维兹又举起手来。“慢着，詹诺夫。我虽然没有拜倒在宝绮思裙下，却不憎恨她。事实上，我对她没有任何恨意。她是个迷人的年轻女性，就算不是的话，看在你的份上，我也愿意认为她很迷人——我不喜欢的是盖娅。”
“但宝绮思就是盖娅。”
“我知道，詹诺夫，这就是事情变得复杂的原因。只要我把宝绮思当普通人，那一切都没问题，伹我若是把她想成盖娅，问题马上就来了。”
“可是你没有给盖娅任何机会，葛兰——听着，老弟，我要向你坦白一件事。宝绮思和我亲热的时候，她有时会让我分享她的心灵，时间顶多一分钟，不能比这更久，因为她说我的年纪太大，已经无法适应——喔，别咧嘴，葛兰，你同样早就超龄了。如果一个孤立体，譬如你或我，与盖娅融合的时间超过一两分钟，就有可能导致脑部的损伤；如果长达五到十分钟，则会造成无法复原的伤害。我希望你有机会体验一下，葛兰。”
“体验什么？无法复原的脑部伤害？、不，谢了。”
“葛兰，你故意曲解我的话，我指的是短暂的结合。你不晓得自己错过了什么，那实在无法形容，宝绮思说那是一种愉悦的快感。就像你快要渴死的时候，终于暍到一点水的那种感觉，我甚至不知道该怎样向你描述。想想看，你能分享十亿人所有的喜乐，而且不是一成不变的快感，否则你很快就会麻木。它不断在颤动，在闪烁；它具有一种奇特的脉动节奏，紧紧攫住你不放。它比你单独所能体验的快乐更多——不，不是更多，而是一种更美好的感觉。当她把心扉关上的时候，我几乎要哭出来……”
崔维兹摇了摇头。“你的口才实在惊人，好朋友，不过你很像是在形容‘假脑内啡’的毒瘾，或是其他迷幻药的瘾头，你可以从它们那里得到短暂的快感，代价却是长久活在痛苦的深渊中。我可不愿意！我绝不要出卖我的独立性，去换取某种短暂的快感。”
“我还是拥有我的独立性啊，葛兰。”
“如果你一直沉溺下去，你还能坚持多久，詹诺夫？你对己罂的要求会越来越高，直到大脑损坏为止。詹诺夫，你不能让宝绮思对你这么做——也许我该跟她谈谈。”
“不！别去！你自己也知道，你说话不够婉转，我不愿让她受到伤害。我向你保证，在这方面她对我的保护超乎你的想像，她比我更担心脑部受损的危险，这点你大可放心。”
“好吧，那么，我跟你说就好了。詹诺夫，千万别再这样做。在你五十二年的生命中，你的大脑一向承受你惯有的快乐和喜悦，别再染上新奇的不良嗜好，否则你一定得付出代价。即使不是近在眼前，最后还是逃不掉的。”
“好吧，葛兰。”裴洛拉特一面低声回答，一面低头望着自己的足尖。然后他又说：“也许你可以这么想，假如你是个单细胞生物……”
“我知道你要说什么，詹诺夫。算了吧，宝绮思和我已经谈论过这个类比。”
“我知道，可是值得再想一想。让我们假设一群单细胞生物，它们拥有人类般的意识，以及思考判断能力，并且假设它们遇到难得的机会，可以组成一个多细胞生物。这些单细胞会不会为丧失独立性而惋惜，会不会因为将被迫组成单一生物体而感到厌恶？它们这样做有没有错？单细胞能够想像人脑的威力吗？”
崔维兹猛力摇了摇头。“不对，詹诺夫，这是个错误类比。单细胞生物没有意识或任何思考能力——即使有的话，也是极其微小，根本可以忽略。对这种生物而言，组合之后虽然会失去独立性，其实根本等于毫无损失。然而，人类却有意识，也的确具有思考能力，丧失的将是真正的意识和独立的心智，所以你的类比并不成立。”
两人好一会儿都不说话，这种沉默几乎令人窒息。最后裴洛拉特决定改变话题，于是说：“你为什么盯着显像屏幕？”
“习惯成自然。”崔维兹带着苦笑答道：“电脑告诉我，没有发现盖娅的太空船跟踪我们，也没有赛协尔的舰队等在前面，可是我仍然不安地盯着它瞧。唯有我自己的眼睛看不见任何船舰，我才能真正放心，虽然电脑感测器比我的肉眼敏锐、有力数百倍。此外，电脑能灵敏地侦测出太空中许多性质，是我自己的感官无论如何察觉不到的——虽然这些我都明白，但我仍盯着它。”
裴洛拉特说：“葛兰，如果我们真是朋友……”
“我答应你，不会做出任何让宝绮思为难的事，至少在我能力范围内。”
“我现在讲的是另一件事。你还没把你的目的地告诉我，好像不信任我似的。我们到底要去哪里？你认为自己知道地球在何处吗？”
崔维兹抬起头，同时扬起了眉毛。“抱歉，我一直紧抱着这个秘密不放，对不对？”
“对，可是为什么呢？”
崔维兹说：“是啊，朋友，我也在想，是不是因为宝绮思的关系。”
“宝绮思？你不想让她知道吗？真的，老伙伴，你可以完全信任她。”
“不是这个问题，我不信任她又有什么用？如果她真想知道，我猜她能从我心中揪出任何秘密来。我想，我自己有个更幼稚的理由，我觉得你现在的注意力都摆在她身上，好像我这个人不存在了。”
裴洛拉特看来吓了一大跳。“可是这并非事实，葛兰。”
“我知道，我只是试图分析自己的感受。你来找我，是担心我们的友谊发生变化，现在我想想，我自己好像也有同样的疑惧。我还没真正对自己承认，但我想自己觉得被宝绮思取代了。也许我故意赌气瞒着你一些事，想要以此作为报复，这实在很幼稚，我这么想。”
“葛兰！”
“我说这实在是幼稚，对不对？可是谁不曾偶尔做些孩子气的事？不过，既然我们仍是朋友，这点我们已经达成共识，我不会再玩这种游戏了——我们要去康普隆。”
“康普隆？”一时之间，裴洛拉特想不起来有这么一个地方。
“你一定还记得我的朋友，那个出卖我的曼恩·李·康普，我们曾经在赛协尔碰过他。”
裴洛拉特露出恍然大悟的表情。“我当然记得，康普隆是他祖先的母星。”
“也许是，我并不完全相信康普的话。不过康普隆是个众所周知的世界，而康普说其上居民知道地球的下落。嗯，所以嘛，我们要去那里调查一下。这样做也许是徒劳无功，但它是我们目前唯一的起点。”
裴洛拉特又清了清喉咙，露出一副不大相信的神情。“喔，我亲爱的伙伴，你能肯定吗？”
“这件事无所谓肯不肯定。我们只有这一个起点，不论机会多么渺茫，我们都没有其他选择。”
“没错，但我们若是要根据康普的话行动，或许就该把他说的每一点都纳人考量。我好像记得他告诉过我们，而且是以相当肯定的口气说，地球不再是个活生生的行星，它的表面充满放射性，上面完全失去生机。果真如此，那么我们到康普隆注定只是白忙一场。”
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现在他们三人正在用餐区吃午餐，几乎将小小的空间塞满了。
“真好吃，”裴洛拉特的口气听来相当满意，“这是我们从端点星带来的食物吗？”
“不，全都不是。”崔维兹说：“那些早就吃完了，这是我们航向盖娅之前，在赛协尔采购的食物。很特别，是不是？这是一种海鲜，不过挺脆的。至于这个，我当初买的时候以为是甘蓝菜，不过现在吃起来觉得根本不像。”
宝绮思静静听着，什么话也没说，只是仔细地在餐盘中挑挑拣拣。
裴洛拉特柔声道：“你必须吃一些，亲爱的。”
“我知道，裴，我正在吃呢。”
崔维兹说：“我们也有盖娅食物，宝绮思。”他的口气透着些许不耐烦，但他实在无法完全掩饰。
“我知道，”宝绮思说：“不过我宁愿保留下来。我们不知道要在太空待多久，我终究还是得适应孤立体的食物。”
“这些真难以下咽吗，还是盖娅非吃盖娅不可？”
宝绮思叹了口气。“事实上，我们有句谚语：‘盖娅食盖娅，无失亦无得。’只不过是意识在不同的层级上下移动。在盖娅上，我吃的东西都属于盖娅，当食物经过消化吸收，大多变成我的一部分之后，它们仍属于盖娅。事实上，藉由我进食的过程，食物的某一部分才有机会参与较高级的意识。当然，其他部分则变成各种各样的废物，在意识层级中下降不少。”
她坚决地咬下一口食物，用力嚼了一会儿才吞下去，又说：“这可算是个巨大的循环，植物长成之后被动物吃掉，动物既是猎食者，有时也是猎物。任何生物死亡之后，都会变成霉菌细胞或细菌细胞等等的一部分——依旧属于盖娅。在这个巨大的意识循环里，甚趾蟋无机物质也参与其中，而组成循环的每个成分，都有机会周期性地参与较高级的意识。”
“你说的这些，”崔维兹道：“可以适用于任何世界。我身上每个原子都有段久远的历史，它过去或许曾是许多生物的一部分，当然也包括人类；它也可能有很长一段时间身为海洋的一员，或者可能构成一团煤炭、一块岩石，甚至变成吹拂到我们身上的风。”
“不过，在盖娅上，”宝绮思答道：“所有的原于也始终属于一个更高的行星级意识，而你对这个意识一无所知。”
“嗯，这么说的话，”崔维兹道：“你现在吃的这些赛协尔蔬菜会有什么变化？它们会变成盖娅的一部分吗？”
“会的，可是过程相当缓慢。而从我身上排泄出去的废物，则会慢慢脱离盖娅。由于我具有高层级的意识，所以能和盖娅维持较间接的超空间接触，然而任何东西一旦离开我，就会和盖娅完全失去联系。这种超空间接触可以——慢慢地——将我吃的非盖娅食物转变成盖娅的一部分。”
“我们贮藏的盖娅食物又会有什么变化？会不会慢慢变成非盖娅物质？如果是这样，你最好趁早把它们吃掉。”
一这点你不必担心。”宝绮思说：“我们的盖娅食物都经过特殊处理，可以长时间保持为盖娅的一部分。”
裴洛拉特突然说：“但我们若食用盖娅食物，那又会怎么样？还有，我们在盖娅时吃了不少盖娅食物，本身究竟发生了什么变化？我们自己也会慢慢转变成盖娅吗？”
宝绮思摇了摇头，脸上掠过一丝莫名的愁容。“不会，你们吃进去的食物是我们的损失。至少，经过消化吸收后，成为你们身体组织的那部分，我们永远要不回来。不过，你们的排泄物仍然属于盖娅，或者会慢慢变成盖娅的一部分，因此最后将达到一个平衡。但是无论如何，你们的造访仍使众多的原子脱离盖娅。”
“为什么会这样呢？”崔维兹好奇地问道。
“因为你们无法承受转换的过程，甚趾蟋极小部分也受不了。你们是我们的客人，可说是被迫来到我们的世界，所以我们必须保护你们——即使盖娅将因此损失一小部分。这是我们愿意付的代价，虽然不能算是欣然付出。”
“这点我们感到很遗憾。”崔维兹说：“反之，你确定每一种非盖娅食物都对你无害吗？”
“是的，”宝绮思说：“你们能吃的食物，我全都能吃。只不过我多了一道麻烦，除了要将这些食物消化吸收，成为我的身体组织，还得将它们转换成盖娅。这就形成一种心理上的障碍，让我多少有些倒胃口，所以我才吃得这么慢，不过我会慢慢克服。”
“传染病呢？”裴洛拉特问道，高亢的声音充满了惊慌。“我早先怎么没想到这个问题，宝绮思！我们要降落的每个地方，都可能有许多微生物，而你对它们毫无抵抗力，某种小小的传染病就会要你的命。崔维兹，我们必须掉头回去。”
“别慌，亲爱的裴，”宝绮思带着微笑说：“微生物藉由食物，或是其他任何方式进入我的体内之后，也会全部同化为盖娅。如果它们有伤害我的倾向，被同化的速率会更快。一旦成为盖娅的一部分，它们就不会再伤害我了。”
此时正餐已经用完，裴洛拉特正呷着一杯温热的调味综合果汁。“亲爱的，”他一面说，一面舔着嘴唇。“我想现在又该换个话题了。我真的有种感觉，我在这艘太空船上，唯一的工作就是改变话题，为什么会这样呢？”
崔维兹以严肃的口气说：“因为宝绮思和我总是抓着一个话题不放，至死方休。我们得仰仗你，詹诺夫，帮助我们保持清醒。你想换个什么话题，老朋友？”
“我查遍了有关康普隆的参考资料，康普隆所在的那个星区，每个世界都拥有许多古老的传说。根据这些传说，它们的建立可远溯到超空间旅行出现的第一个千年。在康普隆的传说中，甚至还出现一位名叫班伯利的缔造者，不过没提到他来自何方。他们流传着一种说法，康普隆原来叫作‘班伯利世界’”
“依你看，这些记载的真实性有多少，詹诺夫？”
“也许只有故事核心吧，可是谁猜得出哪一部分是核心呢。”
“在正史记载中，我从来没见过班伯利这个名字。你呢？”
“我也没听说过。不过你该知道，在帝政末期，帝国之前的历史曾遭到刻意打压。帝国的最后数个世纪，时局始终纷扰不安，皇帝们都忙着压制本土意识，因为他们有充分的理由，相信本土意识是导致分裂的原因。因此，几乎银河中每个星区的正史，包括完整的纪录和确切的年表，都变成从川陀兴起的年代开始计算，当时那些星区不是已经和帝国结盟，就是已被帝国并吞。”
“我很难相信历史会如此轻易被销毁。”崔维兹说。
“很多方面并非如此，”裴洛拉特答道：“但是一个有决心的强势政府，却能大大削弱历史的影响力，使早期历史只剩一些零散的资料，因此它们很容易沦为民间传说。这类民间传说全都充满夸大不实的记述，多半会将自己的星区说得比实际上更古老、更强盛。可是不论某个传说有多愚蠢，或者多不切实际，仍会成为本土意识的一部分，该区居民一定全都深信不疑。银河各个角落都有一些传说，提到最早的星际殖民是从地球开始，虽然他们对这颗母星可能有不同的称呼。”
“还有什么别的称呼？”
“有很多不同的名称，有时管它叫气独一世界”，有时称之为气‘最古世界’。也有人用‘有卫的世界’，根据某些权威的解释，这个名称源自地球有个巨大的卫星。可是也有人坚持它的意思是气‘失落的世界’，而‘有卫’则是‘久违’的转音，那是个出现于银河标准语之前的词汇，意思是‘失落’或‘不见踪影’。”
“停，詹诺夫，”崔维兹温和地插嘴道：“你的权威、反权威理论会说个没完没了。这种传说到处都有，你是这么说的吗？”
“喔，是的，我亲爱的伙伴，几乎俯拾即是。你得全部看过之后，才能体会人类这种共通的习性——一旦有了某个事实的种子，便会在上面加上一层又一层美丽的谎言，就像芮普拉星牡蛎那样，可以由一粒砂慢慢生成一颗珍珠。这个极佳的譬喻是我在……”
“詹诺夫！别再说啦！告诉我，在康普隆的传说中，有没有跟其他世界不同的地方？”
“喔！”裴洛拉特木然地凝视着崔维兹，一会儿之后才说：“不同？嗯，他们声称地球就在附近，这点颇不寻常。其他的世界如果提到地球，不管他们选用哪个名称，大多都有一种倾向，那就是将它的位置讲得暧昧不明——不是说不知道有多远，就是说位于某个虚无缥缈处。”
崔维兹说：“是呀，就像在赛协尔上，有些人告诉我们盖娅位于超空间中。”
宝绮思突然笑起来。
崔维兹立刻瞥了她一眼。“这是真的，我们亲耳听到的。”
“我不是不相信，只是觉得很有意思。当然啦，这正是我们希望他们相信的事。如今我们只希望不被打扰，难道还有比超空间更安全、更隐密的地方吗？如果大家都以为我们在那里，即使事实并非如此，也跟我们藏在超空间中没有两样。”
“没错，”崔维兹冶冷地说：“同理，大家相信地球不存在，或者位于很远的地方，或者它的地壳具有放射性，也一定是有原因的。”
“可是，”裴洛拉特说：“康普隆人相信地球和他们距离相当近。”
“但却说它的地壳具有放射性。只要是拥有地球传说的民族，不论说法如何，都一致认为地球无法接近。”
“差不多就是这样。”裴洛拉特说。
崔维兹说：“赛协尔上有许多人相信盖娅就在附近，有些人甚至还能正确指出它的恒星，可是一致公认盖娅是个去不得的地方。而在康普隆上，或许有人能指认出地球的恒星，虽然他们坚持地球具有放射性且早已失去生机。即使他们这样说，我们仍然要向地球进发，我们要拿当初进军盖娅的行动作榜样。”
宝绮思说：“当时盖娅愿意接纳你，崔维兹。你在我们的掌握中一筹莫展，下过我们完全无意伤害你。如果地球也是一样威力强大，却对我们并不友善，那该怎么办？”
“我无论如何都要试图接近它，下计一切后果。不过，这是我个人的任务，等我找出地球的下落，准备向它前进时，你们若要离开仍然不迟。我会将你们留在最近的基地世界，如果你们坚持的话，我也可以带你们回到盖娅。然后，我再一个人前往地球。”
“我亲爱的兄弟，”裴洛拉特显然感到很不舒服，“别说这种话，我作梦也不会想到丢下你。”
“而我作梦也不会想到要丢下裴。”宝绮思一面说，一面伸出手来摸摸裴洛拉特的脸颊。
“这样太好了。我们很快就能进行跃迁，直奔康普隆，然后嘛，希望再下一站——就是地球。”

Chapter 3: At the Entry Station
9Bliss, entering their chamber, said, "Did Trevizetell you that we are going make the Jump and go through hyperspace anymoment now?"Pelorat, who was bent over his viewing disk, looked up, and said,"Actually, he just looked in and told me `within the half-hour.'""I don't like the thought of it, Pel. I've never liked the Jump. Iget a funny inside-out feeling."Pelorat looked a bit surprised. "I had not thought of you as a spacetraveler, Bliss dear.""I'm not particularly, and I don't mean that this is so only in myaspect as a component. Gaia itself has no occasion for regular spacetravel. By my/our/Gaia's very nature, I/we/Gaia don't explore, trade,or space junket. Still, there is the necessity of having someone at theentry stations ""As when we were fortunate enough to meet you.""Yes, Pel." She smiled at him affectionately. "Or even to visitSayshell and other stellar regions, for various reasons usuallyclandestine. But, clandestine or not, that always means the Jump and,of course, when any part of Gaia Jumps, all of Gaia feels it.""That's too bad," said Pel.
"It could be worse. The large mass of Gaia is not undergoing the Jump, so the effect is greatly diluted. However, Iseem to feel it much more than most of Gaia. As I keep trying to tellTrevize, though all of Gaia is Gaia, the individual components are notidentical. We have our differences, and my makeup is, for some reason,particularly sensitive to the Jump.""Wait!" said Pelorat, suddenly remembering. "Trevize explained that tome once. It's in ordinary ships that you have the worst of the sensation.
In ordinary ships, one leaves the Galactic gravitational field on enteringhyperspace, and comes back to it on returning to ordinary space. It's theleaving and returning that produces the sensation. But the Far Star is a gravitic ship. It is independent of the gravitational field, anddoes not truly leave it or return to it. For that reason, we won't feela thing. I can assure you of that, dear, out of personal experience.""But that's delightful. I wish I had thought to discuss the matterearlier. I would have saved myself considerable apprehension.""That's an advantage in another way," said Pelorat, feeling anexpansion of spirit in his unusual role as explainer of mattersastronautic. "The ordinary ship has to recede from large masses suchas stars for quite a long distance through ordinary space in orderto make the Jump. Part of the reason is that the closer to a star,the more intense the gravitational field, and the more pronounced arethe sensations of a Jump. Then, too, the more intense the gravitationalfield the more complicated the equations that must be solved in orderto conduct the Jump safely and end at the point in ordinary space youwish to end at.
"In a gravitic ship, however, there is no Jump-sensation to speakof. In addition, this ship has a computer that is a great deal moreadvanced than ordinary computers and it can handle complex equationswith unusual skill and speed. The result is that instead of having tomove away from a star for a couple of weeks just to reach a safe andcomfortable distance for a Jump, the Far Star need travel for onlytwo or three days. This is especially so since we are not subject to agravitational field and, therefore, to inertial effects I admitI don't understand that, but that's what Trevize tells me and canaccelerate much more rapidly than an ordinary ship could."Bliss said, "That's fine, and it's to Trev's credit that he can handlethis unusual ship."Pelorat frowned slightly. "Please, Bliss. Say `Trevize.'""I do. I do. In his absence, however, I relax a little.""Don't. You don't want to encourage the habit even slightly, dear. He'sso sensitive about it.""Not about that. He's sensitive about me. He doesn't like me.""That's not so," said Pelorat earnestly. "I talked to him aboutthat. Now, now, don't frown. I was extraordinarily tactful, dearchild. He assured me he did not dislike you. He is suspicious of Gaiaand unhappy over the fact that he has had to make it into the future ofhumanity. We have to make allowances for that. He'll get over it as hegradually comes to understand the advantages of Gaia.""I hope so, but it's not just Gaia. Whatever he may tell you,Pel and remember that he's very fond of you and doesn't want tohurt your feelings he dislikes me personally.""No, Bliss. He couldn't possibly.""Not everyone is forced to love me simply because you do, Pel. Letme explain. Trev all right, Trevize thinks I'm a robot."A look of astonishment suffused Pelorat's ordinarily stolidfeatures. He said, "Surely he can't think you're an artificial humanbeing.""Why is that so surprising? Gaia was settled with the help ofrobots. That's a known fact.""Robots might help, as machines night, but it was people who settled Gaia; people from Earth. That's what Trevize thinks. I knowhe does.""There is nothing in Gaia's memory about Earth as I told you andTrevize. However, in our oldest memories there are still some robots,even after three thousand years, working at the task of completing themodification of Gaia into a habitable world. We were at that time alsoforming Gaia as a planetary consciousness that took a long time,Pel dear, and that's another reason why our early memories are dim,and perhaps it wasn't a matter of Earth wiping them out, as Trevizethinks ""Yes, Bliss," said Pelorat anxiously, "but what of the robots?""Well, as Gaia formed, the robots left. We did not want a Gaia thatincluded robots, for we were, and are, convinced that a robotic componentis, in the long run, harmful to a human society, whether Isolate innature or Planetary. I don't know how we came to that conclusion but itis possible that it is based on events dating back to a particularlyearly time in Galactic history, so that Gaia's memory does not extendback to it.""If the robots left ""Yes, but what if some remained behind? What if I am one ofthem fifteen thousand years old perhaps. Trevize suspects that."Pelorat shook his head slowly. "But you're not.""Are you sure you believe that?""Of course I do. You're not a robot.""How do you know?""Bliss, I know . There's nothing artificial about you. IfI don't know that , no one does.""Isn't it possible I may be so cleverly artificial that in everyrespect, from largest to smallest, I am indistinguishable from thenatural. If I were, how could you tell the difference between me and atrue human being?"Pelorat said, "I don't think it's possible for you to be so cleverlyartificial.""What if it were possible, despite what you think?""I just don't believe it.""Then let's just consider it is a hypothetical case. If I were anindistinguishable robot, how would you feel about it?""Well, I I ""To be specific. How would you feel about making love to a robot?"Pelorat snapped the thumb and mid-finger of his right hand,suddenly. "You know, there are legends of women falling in lovewith artificial men, and vice versa. I always thought there was anallegorical significance to that and never imagined the tales couldrepresent literal truth. Of course, Golan and I never even heardthe word `robot' till we landed on Sayshell, but, now that I think ofit, those artificial men and women must have been robots. Apparently,such robots did exist in early historic times. That means the legendsshould be reconsidered "He fell into silent thought, and, after Bliss had waited a moment,she suddenly clapped her hands sharply. Pelorat jumped.
"Pel dear," said Bliss. "You're using your mythography to escapethe question. The question is: How would you feel about making love toa robot?"He stared at her uneasily. "A truly undistinguishable one? One thatyou couldn't tell from a human being?""Yes.""It seems to me, then, that a robot that can in no way be distinguishedfrom a human being is a human being. If you were such arobot, you would be nothing but a human being to me.""That's what I wanted to hear you say, Pel."Pelorat waited, then said, "Well, then, now that you've heard me sayit, dear, aren't you going to tell me that you are a natural human beingand that I don't have to wrestle with hypothetical situations?""No. I will do no such thing. You've defined a natural human beingas an object that has all the properties of a natural human being. Ifyou are satisfied that I have all those properties, then that ends thediscussion. We've got the operational definition and need no other. Afterall, how do I know that you're not just a robot who happensto be indistinguishable from a human being?""Because I tell you that I am not.""Ah, but if you were a robot that was indistinguishable from a humanbeing, you might be designed to tell me you were a natural human being,and you might even be programmed to believe it yourself. The operationaldefinition is all we have, and all we can have."She put her arms about Pelorat's neck and kissed him. The kiss grewmore passionate, and prolonged itself until Pelorat managed to say,in somewhat muffled fashion, "But we promised Trevize not to embarrasshim by converting this ship into a honeymooners' haven."Bliss said coaxingly, "Let's be carried away and not leave ourselvesany time to think of promises."Pelorat, troubled, said, "But I can't do that, dear. I knowit must irritate you, Bliss, but I am constantly thinking and I amconstitutionally averse to letting myself be carried away by emotion. It'sa lifelong habit, and probably very annoying to others. I've neverlived with a woman who didn't seem to object to it sooner or later. Myfirst wife but I suppose it would be inappropriate to discussthat ""Rather inappropriate, yes, but not fatally so. You're not my firstlover either.""Oh!" said Pelorat, rather at a loss, and then, aware of Bliss'ssmall smile, he said, "I mean, of course not. I wouldn't expect myselfto have been Anyway, my first wife didn't like it.""But I do. I find your endless plunging into thought attractive.""I can't believe that , but I do have anotherthought. Robot or human, that doesn't matter. We agree on that. However,I am an Isolate and you know it. I am not part of Gaia, and when weare intimate, you're sharing emotions outside Gaia even when you letme participate in Gaia for a short period, and it may not be the sameintensity of emotion then that you would experience if it were Gaialoving Gaia."Bliss said, "Loving you, Pel, has its own delight. I look no fartherthan that.""But it's not just a matter of you loving me. You aren't merelyyou. What if Gaia considers it a perversion?""If it did, I would know, for I am Gaia. And since I have delight inyou, Gaia does. When we make love, all of Gaia shares the sensation tosome degree or other. When I say I love you, that means Gaia loves you,although it is only the part that I am that is assigned the immediaterole. You seem confused.""Being an Isolate, Bliss, I don't quite grasp it.""One can always form an analogy with the body of an Isolate. Whenyou whistle a tune, your entire body, you as an organism,wishes to whistle the tune, but the immediate task of doing so is assignedto your lips, tongue, and lungs. Your right big toe does nothing.""It might tap to the tune.""But that is not necessary to the act of whistling. The tapping ofthe big toe is not the action itself but is a response to the action,and, to be sure, all parts of Gaia might well respond in some small wayor other to my emotion, as I respond to theirs."Pelorat said, "I suppose there's no use feeling embarrassed aboutthis.""None at all.""But it does give me a queer sense of responsibility. When I try tomake you happy, I find that I must be trying to make every last organismon Gaia happy.""Every last atom but you do. You add to the sense of communaljoy that I let you share briefly. I suppose your contribution is toosmall to be easily measurable, but it is there, and knowing it is thereshould increase your joy."Pelorat said, "I wish I could be sure that Golan is sufficiently busywith his maneuvering through hyperspace to remain in the pilot-room forquite a while.""You wish to honeymoon, do you?""I do.""Than get a sheet of paper, write `Honeymoon Haven' on it, affixIt to the outside of the door, and if he wants to enter, that's hisproblem."Pelorat did so, and it was during the pleasurable proceedings thatfollowed that the Far Star made the Jump. Neither Pelorat norBliss detected the action, nor would they have, had they been payingattention.
10It had been only a matter of a few months since Pelorat had metTrevize and had left Terminus for the first time. Until then, for themore than half-century (Galactic Standard) of his life, he had beenutterly planet-bound.
In his own mind, he had in those months become an old space dog. He hadseen three planets from space: Terminus itself, Sayshell, and Gaia. And onthe viewscreen, he now saw a fourth, albeit through a computer-controlledtelescopic device. The fourth was Comporellon.
And again, for the fourth time, he was vaguely disappointed. Somehow,he continued to feel that looking down upon a habitable world from spacemeant seeing an outline of its continents against a surrounding sea; or,if it were a dry world, the outline of its lakes against a surroundingbody of land.
It was never so.
If a world was habitable, it had an atmosphere as well as ahydrosphere. And if it had both air and water, it had clouds; and ifit had clouds, it had an obscured view. Once again, then, Pelorat foundhimself looking down on white swirls with an occasional glimpse of paleblue or rusty brown.
He wondered gloomily if anyone could identify a world if a viewof it from, say, three hundred thousand kilometers, were cast upon ascreen. How does one tell one cloud swirl from another?
Bliss looked at Pelorat with some concern. "What is it, Pel? You seemto be unhappy.""I find that all planets look alike from space."Trevize said, "What of that, Janov? So does every shoreline onTerminus, when it is on the horizon, unless you know what you're lookingfor a particular mountain peak, or a particular offshore islet ofcharacteristic shape.""I dare say," said Pelorat, with clear dissatisfaction, "but what doyou look for in a mass of shifting clouds? And even if you try, beforeyou can decide, you're likely to be moving into the dark side.""Look a little more carefully, Janov. If you follow the shape of theclouds, you see that they tend to fall into a pattern that circles theplanet and that moves about a center. That center is more or less atone of the poles.""Which one?" asked Bliss with interest.
"Since, relative to ourselves, the planet is rotating in clockwisefashion, we are looking down, by definition, upon the south pole. Sincethe center seems to be about fifteen degrees from the terminator theplanet's line of shadow and the planetary axis is tilted twenty-onedegrees to the perpendicular of its plane of revolution, we're eitherin mid-spring or mid-summer depending on whether the pole is moving awayfrom the terminator or toward it. The computer can calculate its orbit andtell me in short order if I were to ask it. The capital is on the northernside of the equator so it is either in mid-fall or mid-winter."Pelorat frowned. "You can tell all that?" He looked at the cloudlayer as though he thought it would, or should, speak to him now, but,of course, it didn't.
"Not only that," said Trevize, "but if you'll look at the polarregions, you'll see that there are no breaks in the cloud layer as thereare away from the poles. Actually, there are breaks, but through thebreaks you see ice, so it's a matter of white on white.""Ah," said Pelorat. "I suppose you expect that at the poles.""Of habitable planets, certainly. Lifeless planets might be airless orwaterless, or might have certain stigmata showing that the clouds are notwater a clouds, or that the ice is not water ice. This planet lacks thosestigmata, so we know we are looking at water clouds and water ice.
"The next thing we notice is the size of the area of unbrokenwhite on the day side of the terminator, and to the experienced eye itis at once seen as larger than average. Furthermore, you can detecta certain orange glint, a quite faint one, to the reflected light,and that means Comporellon's sun if rather cooler than Terminus'ssun. Although Comporellon is closer to its sun than Terminus is tohers, it is not sufficiently closer to make up for its star's lowertemperature. Therefore, Comporellon is a cold world as habitable worldsgo.""You read it like a film, old chap," said Pelorat admiringly.
"Don't be too impressed," said Trevize, smiling affectionately. "Thecomputer has given me the applicable statistics of the world, includingits slightly low average temperature. It is easy to deduce somethingyou already know. In fact, Comporellon is at the edge of an ice ageand would be having one, if the configuration of its continents weremore suitable to such a condition."Bliss bit at her lower lip. "I don't like a cold world.""We've got warm clothing," said Trevize.
"That doesn't matter. Human beings aren't adapted to cold weather,really. We don't have thick coats of hair or feathers, or a subcutaneouslayer of blubber. For a world to have cold weather seems to indicate acertain indifference to the welfare of its own parts."Trevize said, "Is Gaia a uniformly mild world?""Most of it, yes. There are some cold areas for cold-adapted plants andanimals, and some hot areas for heat-adapted plants and animals, but mostparts are uniformly mild, never getting uncomfortably hot or uncomfortablycold, for those between, including human beings, of course.""Human beings, of course. All parts of Gaia are alive and equal inthat respect, but some, like human beings, are obviously more equalthan other.""Don't be foolishly sarcastic," said Bliss, with a trace ofwaspishness. "The level and intensity of consciousness and awarenessare important. A human being is a more useful portion of Gaia than arock of the same weight would be, and the properties and functions ofGaia as a whole are necessarily weighted in the direction of the humanbeing not as much so as on your Isolate worlds, however. What'smore, there are times when it is weighted in other directions, whenthat is needed for Gaia as a whole. It might even, at long intervals,be weighted in the direction of the rocky interior. That, too, demandsattention or, in the lack of that attention all parts of Gaia mightsuffer. We wouldn't want an unnecessary volcanic eruption, would we?""No," said Trevize. "Not an unnecessary one.""You're not impressed, are you?""Look," said Trevize. "We have worlds that are colder than averageand worlds that are warmer; worlds that are tropical forests to a largeextent, and worlds that are vast savannahs. No two worlds are alike,and every one of them is home to those who are used to it. I am used tothe relative mildness of Terminus we've tamed it to an almost Gaianmoderation, actually but I like to get away, at least temporarily,to something different. What we have, Bliss, that Gaia doesn't have,is variation. If Gaia expands into Galaxia, will every world in theGalaxy be forced into mildness? The sameness would be unbearable."Bliss said, "If that is so, and if variety seems desirable, varietywill be maintained.""As a gift from the central committee, so to speak?" said Trevizedryly. "And as little of it as they can bear to part with? I'd ratherleave it to nature.""But you haven't left it to nature. Every habitable worldin the Galaxy has been modified. Every single one was found in a stateof nature that was uncomfortable for humanity, and every single one wasmodified until it was as mild as could be managed. If this world hereis cold, I am certain that is because its inhabitants couldn't warm itany further without unacceptable expense. And even so, the portions theyactually inhabit we can be sure are artificially warmed into mildness. Sodon't be so loftily virtuous about leaving it to nature."Trevize said, "You speak for Gaia, I suppose.""I always speak for Gaia. I am Gaia.""Then if Gaia is so certain of its own superiority, why did you requiremy decision? Why have you not gone ahead without me?"Bliss paused, as though to collect her thoughts. She said, "Because itis not wise to trust one's self overmuch. We naturally see our virtueswith clearer eyes than we see our defects. We are anxious to do whatis right; not necessarily what seems right to us, but whatis right, objectively, if such a thing as objective rightexists. You seem to be the nearest approach to objective right that wecan find, so we are guided by you.""So objectively right," said Trevize sadly, "that I don't evenunderstand my own decision and I seek its justification.""You'll find it," said Bliss.
"I hope so," said Trevize.
"Actually, old chap," said Pelorat, "it seems to me that this recentexchange was won rather handily by Bliss. Why don't you recognize thefact that her arguments justify your decision that Gaia is the wave ofthe future for humanity?""Because," said Trevize harshly, "I did not know those argumentsat the time I made my decision. I knew none of these details aboutGaia. Something else influenced me, at least unconsciously, somethingthat doesn't depend upon Gaian detail, but must be more fundamental. Itis that which I must find out."Pelorat held up a placating hand. "Don't be angry, Golan.""I'm not angry. I'm just under rather unbearable tension. I don'twant to be the focus of the Galaxy."Bliss said, "I don't blame you for that, Trevize, and I'm truly sorrythat your own makeup has somehow forced you into the post. Whenwill we be landing on Comporellon?""In three days," said Trevize, "and only after we stop at one of theentry stations in orbit about it."Pelorat said, "There shouldn't be any problem with that, shouldthere?"Trevize shrugged. "It depends on the number of ships approachingthe world, the number of entry stations that exist, and, most of all,on the particular rules for permitting and refusing admittance. Suchrules change from time to time."Pelorat said indignantly, "What do you mean refusing admittance? How can they refuse admittance to citizens of theFoundation? Isn't Comporellan part of the Foundation dominion?""Well, yes and no. There's a delicate matter of legalism aboutthe point and I'm not sure how Comporellon interprets it. I supposethere's a chance we'll be refused admission, but I don't think it's alarge chance.""And if we are refused, what do we do?""I'm not sure," said Trevize. "Let's wait and see what happens beforewe wear ourselves out making contingency plans."11They were close enough to Comporellon now for it toappear as a substantial globe without telescopic enlargement. When suchenlargement was added, however, the entry stations themselves could beseen. They were farther out than most of the orbiting structures aboutthe planet and they were well lit.
Approaching as the Far Star was from the direction of theplanet's southern pole, half its globe was sunlit constantly. The entrystations on its night side were naturally more clearly seen as sparksof light. They were evenly spaced in an arc about the planet. Six ofthem were visible (plus six on the day side undoubtedly) and all werecircling the planet at even and identical speeds.
Pelorat, a little awed at the sight, said, "There are other lightscloser to the planet. What are they?"Trevize said, "I don't know the planet in detail so I can't tellyou. Some might be orbiting factories or laboratories or observatories,or even populated townships. Some planets prefer to keep all orbitingobjects outwardly dark, except for the entry stations. Terminus does,for instance. Comporellon conducts itself on a more liberal principle,obviously.""Which entry station do we go to, Golan?""It depends on them. I've sent in my request to land on Comporellonand we'll eventually get our directions as to which entry station to goto, and when. Much depends on how many incoming ships are trying to makeentry at present. If there are a dozen ships lined up at each station,we will have no choice but to be patient."Bliss said, "I've only been at hyperspatial distances from Gaia twicebefore, and those were both when I was at or near Sayshell. I've neverbeen at anything like this distance."Trevize looked at her sharply. "Does it matter? You're still Gaia,aren't you?"For a moment, Bliss looked irritated, but then dissolved into whatwas almost an embarrassed titter. "I must admit you've caught me thistime, Trevize. There is a double meaning in the word `Gaia.' It canbe used to refer to the physical planet as a solid globular object inspace. It can also be used to refer to the living object that includesthat globe. Properly speaking, we should use two different words for thesetwo different concepts, but Gaians always know from the context what isbeing referred to. I admit that an Isolate might be puzzled at times.""Well, then," said Trevize, "admitting that you are many thousands ofparsecs from Gaia as globe, are you still part of Gaia as organism?""Referring to the organism, I am still Gaia.""No attenuation?""Not in essence. I'm sure I've already told you there is some addedcomplexity in remaining Gaia across hyperspace, but I remain Gaia."Trevize said, "Does it occur to you that Gaia may be viewed as aGalactic kraken the tentacled monster of the legends withits tentacles reaching everywhere. You have but to put a few Gaians oneach of the populated worlds and you will virtually have Galaxia rightthere. In fact. you have probably done exactly that. Where are yourGaians located? I presume that one or more are on Terminus and one ormore are on Trantor. How much farther does this go?"Bliss looked distinctly uncomfortable. "I have said I won't lie toyou, Trevize, but that doesn't mean I feel compelled to give you thewhole truth. There are some things you have no need to know, and theposition and identity of individual bits of Gaia are among them.""Do I need to know the reason for the existence of those tentacles,Bliss, even if I don't know where they are?""It is the opinion of Gaia that you do not.""I presume, though, that I may guess. You believe you serve as theguardians of the Galaxy.""We are anxious to have a stable and secure Galaxy; a peaceful andprosperous one. The Seldon Plan, as originally worked out by Hari Seldonat least, is designed to develop a Second Galactic Empire, one thatis more stable and more workable than the First was. The Plan, whichhas been continually modified and improved by the Second Foundation,has appeared to be working well so far.""But Gaia doesn't want a Second Galactic Empire in the classic sense,does it? You want Galaxia a living Galaxy.""Since you permit it, we hope, in time, to have Galaxia. If you hadnot permitted it, we would have striven for Seldon's Second Empire andmade it as secure as we could.""But what is wrong with "His ear caught the soft, burring signal. Trevize said, "The computeris signaling me. I suppose it is receiving directions concerning theentry station. I'll be back."He stepped into the pilot-room and placed his hands on those markedout on the desk top and found that there were directions forthe specific entry station he was to approach its co-ordinateswith reference to the line from Comporellon's center to its northpole the prescribed route of approach.
Trevize signaled his acceptance, and then sat back for a moment.
The Seldon Plan! He had not thought of it for quite a time. The FireGalactic Empire had crumbled and for five hundred years the Foundationhad grown, first in competition with that Empire, and then upon itsruins all in accordance with the Plan.
There had been the interruption of the Mule, which, for a time, hadthreatened to shiver the Plan into fragments, but the Foundation hadpulled through probably with the help of the ever-hidden SecondFoundation possibly with the help of the even-better-hiddenGaia.
Now the Plan was threatened by something more serious than the Mule hadever been. It was to be diverted from a renewal of Empire to somethingutterly different from anything in history Galaxia. And hehimself had agreed to that. But why? Was there a flaw in the Plan? A basic flaw?
For one flashing moment, it seemed to Trevize that this flaw did indeedexist and that he knew what it was, that he had known what it was whenhe made his decision but the knowledge if that were what itwas vanished as fast as it came, and it left him with nothing.
Perhaps it was all only an illusion; both when he had made hisdecision, and now. After all, he knew nothing about the Plan beyond thebasic assumptions that validated psychohistory. Apart from that, he knewno detail, and certainly not a single scrap of its mathematics.
He closed his eyes and thought There was nothing.
Might it be the added power he received from the computer? He placedhis hands on the desk top and felt the warmth of the computer's handsembracing them. He closed his eyes and once more he thought There was still nothing.
12The Comporellian who boarded the ship wore a holographic identitycard. It displayed his chubby, lightly bearded face with remarkablefidelity, and underneath it was his name, A. Kendray.
He was rather short, and his body was as softly rounded as his facewas. He had a fresh and easygoing look and manner, and he stared aboutthe ship with clear amazement.
He said, "How did you get down this fast? We weren't expecting youfor two hours.""It's a new-model ship," said Trevize, with noncommittalpoliteness.
Kendray was not quite the young innocent he looked, however. Hestepped into the pilot-room and said at once, "Gravitic?"Trevize saw no point in denying anything that was apparently thatobvious. He said tonelessly, "Yes.""Very interesting. You hear of them, but you never see themsomehow. Motors in the hull?""That's so."Kendray looked at the computer. "Computer circuits, likewise?""That's so. Anyway, I'm told so. I've never looked.""Oh well. What I need is the ship's documentation; engine number,place of manufacture, identification code, the whole patty-cake. It'sall in the computer, I'm sure, and it can probably turn out the formalcard I need in half a second."It took very little more than that. Kendray looked about again. "Youthree all the people on board?"Trevize said, "That's right.""Any live animals? Plants? State of health?""No. No. And good," said Trevize crisply.
"Um!" said Kendray, making notes. "Could you put your hand inhere? Just routine. Right hand, please."Trevize looked at the device without favor. It was being used more andmore commonly, and was growing quickly more elaborate. You could almosttell the backwardness of a world at a glance by the backwardness of itsmicrodetector. There were now few worlds, however backward, that didn'thave one at all. The start had come with the final breakup of the Empire,as each fragment of the whole grew increasingly anxious to protect itselffrom the diseases and alien microorganisms of all the others.
"What is that?" asked Bliss, in a low and interested voice, craningher head to see it first on one side, then the other.
Pelorat said, "A microdetector, I believe they call it."Trevize added, "It's nothing mysterious. It's a device thatautomatically checks a portion of your body, inside and out, for anymicroorganism capable of transmitting disease.""This will classify the microorganisms, too," said Kendray, withrather more than a hint of pride. "It's been worked out right hereon Comporellon. And if you don't mind, I still want your righthand."Trevize inserted his right hand, and watched as a series of smallred markings danced along a set of horizontal lines. Kendray touched acontact and a facsimile in color appeared at once. "If you'll sign that,sir," he said.
Trevize did so. "How badly off am I?" he asked. "I'm not in any greatdanger, am I?"Kendray said, "I'm not a physician, so I can't say in detail, but itshows none of the marks that would require you to be turned away or tobe put in quarantine. That's all I'm interested in.""What a lucky break for me," said Trevize dryly, shaking his hand torid himself of the slight tingle he felt.
"You, sir," said Kendray.
Pelorat inserted his hand with a certain hesitancy, then signed thefacsimile.
"And you, ma'am?"A few moments later, Kendray was staring at the result, saying,"I never saw anything like this before." He looked up at Bliss with anexpression of awe. "You're negative. Altogether.'"Bliss smiled engagingly. "How nice.""Yes, ma'am. I envy you." He looked back at the first facsimile,and said, "Your identification, Mr. Trevize."Trevize presented it. Kendray, glancing at it, again looked up insurprise. "Councilman of the Terminus Legislature?""That's right.""High official of the Foundation?"Trevize said coolly, "Exactly right. So let's get through with thisquickly, shall we?""You're captain of the ship?""Yes, I am.""Purpose of visit?""Foundation security, and that's all the answer I'm going to giveyou. Do you understand that?""Yes, sir. How long do you intend to stay?""I don't know. Perhaps a week.""Very well, sir. And this other gentleman?""He is Dr. Janov Pelorat," said Trevize. "You have his signature thereand I vouch for him. He is a scholar of Terminus and he is my assistantin this business of my visit.""I understand, sir, but I must see his identification. Rules are rules,I'm afraid. I hope you understand, sir."Pelorat presented his papers.
Kendray nodded. "And you, miss?"Trevize said quietly, "No need to bother the lady. I vouch for her,too.""Yes, sir. But I need the identification."Bliss said, "I'm afraid I don't have any papers, sir."Kendray frowned. "I beg your pardon."Trevize said, "The young lady didn't bring any with her. Anoversight. It's perfectly all right. I'll take full responsibility."Kendray said, "I wish I could let you do that, but I'm not allowed. Theresponsibility is mine. Under the circumstances, it's not terriblyimportant. There should be no difficulty getting duplicates. The youngwoman, I presume, is from Terminus.""No, she's not.""From somewhere in Foundation territory, then?""As a matter of fact, she isn't."Kendray looked at Bliss keenly, then at Trevize. "That's acomplication, Councilman. It may take additional time to obtain aduplicate from some non-Foundation world. Since you're not a Foundationcitizen, Miss Bliss, I must have the name of your world of birth andof the world of which you're a citizen. You will then have to wait forduplicate papers to arrive."Trevize said, "See here, Mr. Kendray. I see no reason why there needbe any delay whatever. I am a high official of the Foundation governmentand I am here on a mission of great importance. I must not be delayedby a matter of trivial paperwork.""The choice isn't mine, Councilman. If it were up to me, I'd let youdown to Comporellon right now, but I have a thick book of rules thatguides my every action. I've got to go by the book or I get it thrown atme. Of course, I presume there must be some Comporellian governmentfigure who's waiting for you. If you'll tell me who it is, I will contacthim, and if he orders me to let you through, then that's it."Trevize hesitated a moment. "That would not be politic,Mr. Kendray. May I speak with your immediate superior?""You certainly may, but you can't just see him off-hand ""I'm sure he will come at once when he understands he's speaking toa Foundation official ""Actually," said Kendray, "just between us, that would make mattersworse. We're not part of the Foundation metropolitan territory,you know. We come under the heading of an Associated Power, andwe take it seriously. The people are anxious not to appear to beFoundation puppets I'm using the popular expression only, youunderstand and they bend backward to demonstrate independence. Mysuperior would expect to get extra points if he resists doing a special favor for a Foundation official."Trevize's expression darkened. "And you, too?"Kendray shook his head. "I'm below politics, sir. No one gives meextra points for anything. I'm just lucky if they pay my salary. Andthough I don't get extra points, I can get demerits, and quite easily,too. I wish that were not so.""Considering my position, you know, I can take care of you.""No, sir. I'm sorry if that sounds impertinent, but I don't thinkyou can. And, sir, it's embarrassing to say this, but please don'toffer me anything valuable. They make examples of officials who acceptsuch things and they're pretty good at digging them out, these days.""I wasn't thinking of bribing you. I'm only thinking of what theMayor of Terminus can do to you if you interfere with my mission.""Councilman, I'll be perfectly safe as long as I can hide behind therulebook. If the members of the Comporellian Presidium get some sort ofFoundation discipline, that is their concern, and not mine. But ifit will help, sir, I can let you and Dr. Pelorat through on your ship. Ifyou'll leave Miss Bliss behind at the entry station, we'll hold her fora time and send her down to the surface as soon as her duplicate paperscome through. If her papers should not be obtainable, for any reason,we will send her back to her world on commercial transportation. I'mafraid, though, that someone will have to pay her fare, in that case."Trevize caught Pelorat's expression at that, and said, "Mr. Kendray,may I speak to you privately in the pilot-room?""Very well, but I can't remain on board very much longer, or I'llbe questioned.""This won't take long," said Trevize.
In the pilot-room, Trevize made a show of closing the door tightly,then said, in a low voice, "I've been many places, Mr. Kendray, butI've never been anyplace where there has been such harsh emphasis onthe minutiae of the rules of immigration, particularly for Foundationpeople and Foundation officials .""But the young woman is not from the Foundation.""Even so."Kendray said, "These things go in rhythms. We've had some scandalsand, right now, things are tough. If you'll come back next year, youmight not have any trouble at all, but right now, I can do nothing.""Try, Mr. Kendray," said Trevize, his voice growing mellow. "I'm goingto throw myself on your mercy and appeal to you, man to man. Peloratand I have been on this mission for quite a while. He and I. Just heand I. We're good friends, but there's something lonely about it, if youget me. Some time ago, Pelorat found this little lady. I don't have totell you what happened, but we decided to bring her along. It keeps ushealthy to make use of her now and then.
"Now the thing is Pelorat's got a relationship back on Terminus. I'mclear, you understand, but Pelorat is an older man and he's got to theage when they get a little desperate. They need their youth back,or something. He can't give her up. At the same time, if she's evenmentioned, officially, there's going to be misery galore on Terminusfor old Pelorat when he gets back.
"There's no harm being done, you understand. Miss Bliss, as she callsherself a good name considering her profession is not exactlya bright kid; that's not what we want her for. Do you have to mentionher at all? Can't you just list me and Pelorat on the ship? Only wewere originally listed when we left Terminus. There need be no officialnotice of the woman. After all, she's absolutely free of disease. Younoted that yourself."Kendray made a face. "I don't really want to inconvenience you. Iunderstand the situation and, believe me, I sympathize. Listen,if you think holding down a shift on this station for months at atime is any fun, think again. And it isn't co-educational, either;not on Comporellon." He shook his head. "And I have a wife, too, so Iunderstand. But, look, even if I let you through, as soon as theyfind out that the uh lady is without papers, she's in prison,you and Mr. Pelorat are in the kind of trouble that will get back toTerminus. And I myself will surely be out of a job.""Mr. Kendray," said Trevize, "trust me in this. Once I'm onComporellon, I'll be safe. I can talk about my mission to some of theright people and, when that's done, there'll be no further trouble. I'lltake full responsibility for what has happened here, if it ever comesup which I doubt. What's more, I will recommend your promotion,and you will get it, because I'll see to it that Terminus leans all overanyone who hesitates. And we can give Pelorat a break."Kendray hesitated, then said, "All right. I'll let youthrough but take a word of warning. I start from this minutefiguring out a way to save my butt if the matter comes up. I don't intendto do one thing to save yours. What's more I know how these things workon Comporellon and you don't, and Comporellon isn't an easy world forpeople who step out of line.""Thank you, Mr. Kendray," said Trevize. "There'll be no trouble. Iassure you of that."

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宝绮思一面走进舱房，一面说：“崔维兹有没有跟你说，我们随时可能跃迁到超空间？”
裴洛拉特正埋首盯着显像盘，他抬起头来说：“事实上，他刚才顺便来打过招呼，告诉我说‘半小时之内’。”
“我不喜欢想到这种事，裴，我向来不喜欢跃迁，它让我有种内脏要跑出来的古怪感觉。”
裴洛拉特显得有些惊讶。“我从没想过你竟然会是太空旅人，宝绮思吾爱。”
“我不是专指我个人的经验。就盖娅的组成份子而言，这不是我独有的感觉。盖娅本身没有机会经常做太空旅行，基于我／我们／盖娅的天性，我／我们／盖娅并不从事探索、贸易或太空游历。不过，还是需要有人驻守入境太空站……”
“所以我们才能有幸遇到你。”
“是呀，裴。”她对他投以深情的一笑，“基于各种理由，我们也需要派人到赛协尔或其他星域探访——通常都是在暗中进行。然而不论是明是暗，总是需要经历跃迁。当然，下论盖娅哪一部分进行跃迁，所有的盖娅都感觉得到。”
“那实在很糟。”裴洛拉特说。
“还有更糟的事。因为盖娅绝大部分并未经历跃迁，所以效应被大量稀释，可是，我好像比大部分的盖娅感觉更强烈。这正是我一直试图告诉崔维兹的一件事，虽然所有的盖娅都是盖娅，伹各个成分并非完全相同，我们也有个别差异。由于某种原因，我的身体构杂谠跃迁特别敏感。”
“等一等！”裴洛拉特好像突然想到什么，“崔维兹跟我解释过，只有在普通的太空船中，你才会有那种糟透了的感觉。普通的太空船进人超空间之际，一定会离开银河着力场，在着返普通空间时，才会回到着力场中，那种感觉便是一去一来的过程产生的。但远星号是一艘着力太空船，它丝毫不受着力场的作用，在进行跃迁时，其实并未真正离开又着返着力场。因此，我们不会有任何感觉，亲爱的，这点我能以个人经验向你保证。”
“那实在太好了，我真后悔没早点跟你讨论这件事，那我就可以不必操那么多心了。”
“此外还有个好处，”难得有机会担任太空航行解说员，裴洛拉特感到精神大振。“一般的太空船必须在普通空间中远离巨大物体，例如恒星，然后才能进行跃迁。原因之一，是越接近恒星着力场越强，跃迁引起的感觉就越剧烈。此外，如果着力场越强，想要进行一次安全的跃迁，来到预期的普通空间目的地，需要解的方程式就越复杂。
“然而，在着力太空船中，根本不会引起‘跃迁感’。况且，这艘太空船有一台新型的电脑，比普通的电脑先进许多倍，能以非凡的功能和高速处理复杂的方程式。所以说，远星号不必为了避开一颗恒星，达到一个安全舒适的跃迁地点，而在太空中航行几周的时间，它只需要飞两三天就够了。尤其是我们不受制于着力场，也就不受惯性效应的影响——我承认自己并不了解这些理论，但这些都是崔维兹告诉我的——因此远星号可以比任何普通的太空船加速更快。”
宝绮思说：“很好啊，这都要归功于崔有办法驾驭这艘非凡的太空船。”
裴洛拉特微微皱了一下眉头。“拜托，宝绮思，请说‘崔维兹’。”
“我会，我会。不过他不在的时候，我想轻松一下。”
“别这样，你不该养成这种习惯，亲爱的，他对这点相当敏感。”
“他敏感的不是这个，他是对我敏感，他不喜欢我。”
“不是这样的，”裴洛拉特一本正经地说：“我跟他讨论过这件事——哎，哎，别皱眉头，我讲得非常技巧，小宝贝。他向我保证，他不是不喜欢你，而是对盖娅仍有疑虑。他不得不选择盖娅做人类未来的蓝图，这令他闷闷不乐，我们必须体谅这点。等他慢慢了解到盖娅的优点，他就会没事了。”
“我也希望这样，但问题不只是盖娅。不论他跟你说什么，裴——记住，他对你很有好感，不希望让你伤心——他就是不喜欢我这个人。”
“不，宝绮思，这是不可能的。”
“不能因为你喜欢我，大家就都得喜欢我，裴。让我解释给你听，崔——好吧，崔维兹认为我是个机器人。”
一向面无表情的裴洛拉特，此时脸上布满讶异之色。他说：“他绝不可能认为你是个人造人。”
“这有什么好大惊小敝？盖娅就是靠机器人的协助而创建的，这是众所皆知的事实。”
“机器人或许有些帮助，就像机械装置一样，但是创建盖娅的是人类，是来自地球的人类。崔维兹的想法是这样的，我知道他是这样想的。”
“我告诉过你和崔维兹，盖娅的记忆体未包含任何有关地球的资料。不过，机器人的确存在于我们最古老的记忆中，即使在盖娅建立三千年之后仍有些机器人存在，它们的工作是将盖娅转变成适于住人的世界。那个时候，我们也致力发展盖娅的行星级意识——这项工作花了很久时间，亲爱的裴。我们的早期记忆之所以模糊不清，这是另一个原因，也许并非如崔维兹所想像的，是来自地球的力量将它们抹除……”
“好的，宝绮思，”裴洛拉特以焦急的口吻说：“可是那些机器人呢？”
“嗯，盖娅形成之后，机器人就全部离开了。我们不希望盖娅之中包含机器人，因为我们始终深信，不论是孤立体的社会或行星级生命体，只要含有机器人这种成分，终究会对人类有害。我不知道我们是怎样达到这种结论的，但可能是根据早期银河历史中的一些事件，盖娅的记忆无法延伸到那里。”
“如果机器人离开了……”
“没错，可是假如有些留下来了呢？假如我就是其中之一，也许我已经有一万五千岁，崔维兹就是怀疑这点。”
裴洛拉特缓缓摇了摇头。“但你不是啊。”
“你确定自己真的相信吗？”
“我当然相信，你不是机器人。”
“你怎么知道？”
“宝绮思，我知道，你身上没有一处是人工的。要是连我都不知道，就没有人知道了。”
“因为我告诉你说我不是。”
“啊，但如果你是个可以乱真的机器人，也许你本身的设计，会让你告诉我说你是个自然人，你甚至可能被设定成相信自己是个真人。操作性定义是我们仅有的依据，我们也只能推出这样的定义。”
她将手臂揽在裴洛拉特脖子上，开始亲吻他。她越吻越热情，几乎欲罢不能，裴洛拉特好不容易才挤出一点声音，像是嘴巴被蒙住似地说：“可是我们答应过崔维兹，不会把这艘太空船变成蜜月小屋，免得令他尴尬。”
宝绮思哄诱他说：“让我们达到忘我的境界，就不会有时间去想什么承诺。”
裴洛拉特感到很为难。“可是我不能这样做，亲爱的。我知道这一定会让你不高兴，宝绮思，但我一直不停地动脑筋，我天生不愿意让自己被感情冲昏头。这是我一辈子的习惯，也许会让别人感到很讨厌，跟我共同生活的女人，迟早会对这点表示不满。我第一任太太——不过我想现在不适合讨论这……
“是的，的确不太适合，不过没有那么严着，你也不是我的第一个爱人。”
“喔！”裴洛拉特有一点不知所措，但随即注意到宝绮思浅浅的笑意。他连忙说：“我的意思是，当然不会是。我从来就没奢望自己是——总之，我第一任太太不喜欢我这个习惯。”
“可是我喜欢，我觉得你不断陷入沉思的习惯非常迷人。”
“我真不敢相信，不过我的确有了另一个想法。我们都已经同意，机器人和真人没有什么差别，然而，我是个孤立体，这你是知道的，我不是盖娅的一部分。我们在亲热的时候，即使你让我偶尔参与盖娅，你仍是在分享盖娅之外的情感，而这种情感的强度，也许比不上盖娅与盖娅的爱情。”
宝绮思说：“爱上你，裴，自有一种特别的喜悦，我已心满意足。”
“伹这不仅是你爱上我这么简单。你不只是你个人而已，假如盖娅认为这是种堕落呢？”
“如果它那么想，我一定会知道，因为我就是盖娅。既然我能从你这里得到快乐，盖娅一样可以。当我们做爱时，所有的盖娅多少都会分享快感。当我说我爱你，就等于说盖娅爱你，虽然只是由我这部分担任直接的角色——你好像很困惑的样子。”
“身为一个孤立体，宝绮思，我真的不太了解。”
“我们总是可以拿孤立体的身体做类比。你吹口哨的时候，是你的整个身体，你这个生物，想要吹出一个调子，可是直接担任这项工作的，却只有你的嘴唇、舌头和肺部，你的右脚拇趾什么也没做。”
“它也许会打拍子。”
“但那并非吹口哨的必要动作，用大脚趾打拍子不是动作的本身，而是对于动作的回应。事实上，盖娅所有部分当然都会对我的情感产生些许反应，正如我对其他成员的情感也会有所回应一样。”
裴洛拉特说：“我想，实在没有必要对这种事感到脸红。”
“完全不必。”
“可是这为我带来一种古怪的责任感，当我努力让你快乐的时候，我觉得必须尽力让盖娅的所有生物都感到快乐。”
“应该是每个原子——但你其实做到了。我让你短暂分享的那个共有喜悦，你的确对它做出贡献。我想由于你的贡献太小，所以很难察觉，但是它的确存在，而你知道了它的存在，就会使你更加快乐。”
裴洛拉特说：“我希望自己能确定一件事，就是葛兰正忙着驾驶太空船穿越超空间，有好一阵子无法离开驾驶舱。”
“你想度蜜月，是吗？”
“是的。”
“那么拿一张纸来，写上‘蜜月小屋’，然后贴在门外。如果他硬要进来，那是他自己的问题。”
裴洛拉特依言照做。在他们接下来的云雨之欢中，远星号终于进行了跃迁。裴洛拉特与宝绮思都未曾察觉，其实就算两人非常注意，也不可能会有任何感觉。
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裴洛拉特遇见崔维兹、离开端点星、进行生平首度的星际之旅，其实不过是几个月前的事。在此之前，他的大半生完全在端点星上度过，前后已经超过了半个世纪（根据银河标准时间）。
在他的心目中，自己在这几个月已成了太空老兵。他曾经从太空看到三颗行星：端点星、赛协尔，以及盖娅。如今，他又从显像屏幕上看到另外一颗，然而这回是藉着电脑控制的望远装置——这颗行星就是康普隆。
不过，这是他第四度感到莫名的失望。不知道是什么原因，他始终认为从太空俯瞰一个适于住人的世界，应该可以看到镶在海洋中的大陆轮廓；而若是一个干燥的世界，也该看得到镶在陆地中的湖泊轮廓。
可是他从来没看到过。
倘若一个世界适于住人，就应同时拥有大气层与水圈；既然又有空气又有水分，表面一定会有云气；而如果有云的话，外表看起来便相当朦胧。这次也不例外，裴洛拉特发现底下又是无数白色的漩涡，偶尔还能瞥见些苍蓝或銹褐色的斑点。
他闷闷不乐地想到，如果某颗距离遥远的行星，位于三十万公里外，它的影像投射到屏幕后，是否有人能分辨出它是哪个世界？谁又能分辨两团涡状云的异同？
宝绮思以开怀的眼神望着裴洛拉特。“怎么啦，裴？你似乎不大高兴。”
“我发现所有行星从太空看来都差不多。”
崔维兹说：“那又怎么样，詹诺夫？假如你在端点星的海洋航行，那么出现在地平线的每道海岸线，也全都是大同小异。除非你知道要找的是什么——一座特别的山峰，或是一个形状特殊的离岛。”
“我想这话没错，”裴洛拉特说，但他显然并不满意。“可是在一大片移动的云层中，你又能找些什么呢？即使你试着去找，在你确定之前，可能就已经进入行星的暗面了。”
“再看仔细点，詹诺夫。假如你好好观察云层的形态，将会发现它们都趋向同一模式，那就是围着某个中心，环绕行星打转，而那个中心就是南北两极之一。”
“是哪一极呢？”宝绮思显得很有兴趣。
“栢对于我们而言，这颗行星是以顺时针方向旋转，因此根据定义，我们看下去的这端是南极。由于这个中心和昼夜界线，也就是行星的阴影线，相差大约十五度，而行星自转轴与公转平面的法线夹二十一度角，所以现在的季节应该是仲春或仲夏，至于究竟是何者，要由南极正在远离或接近昼夜界线而定。电脑可以计算出这颗行星的轨道，如果我问它，就能立刻得到答案。这个世界的首府在赤道的北边，因此那里的季节是仲秋或仲冬。”
裴洛拉特皱起眉头。“这些你全都能看出来？”他望着云层，彷佛认为它现在会（或者应该）开口跟他说话，不过这当然是不可能的。
“还不只这些呢，”崔维兹说：“如果你仔绌观察两极地区，将会发现那里的云层没有裂缝，这点跟其他地区很不一样。事实上裂缝还是有的，不过裂缝下都是冰层，所以你看到的是白茫茫的一片。”
“啊，”裴洛拉特说：“我想两极的确应该有这种现象。”
“任何适于住人的行星当然都有。没有生机的行星或许根本没有空气或水分，或者可能具有某些征状，显示其上的云气并非‘水云’，或者冰层并非‘水冰’。这颗行星完全没有那些征状，因此我们可以知道眼前的是水云和水冰。
“接下来，我们应该注意日面这一大片白昼区，有经验的人一看就知道，它的面积大于平均值。此外，你可以从反射光中，观察到一种相当昏暗的橙色光芒。这表示康普隆之阳比端点星之阳温度低，虽然与端点星比较之下，康普隆与它的太阳距离较近，伹由于这颗恒星温度偏低，因此就适于住人的世界而言，康普隆要算是个寒冶的世界。”
“你简直就是本活胶卷书嘛！老弟。”裴洛拉特以敬佩的口吻说。
“别太崇拜我，”崔维兹露出诚挚的笑容，“电脑将有关这个世界的统计资料都给了我，包括它稍微偏低的平均温度。既然知道结果，就不难反过来找些理由推论一番。事实上，康普隆目前正濒临冰河期，若非陆地型态的条件不合，它早已进入冰河期。”
宝绮思咬了咬下唇。“我不喜欢寒冷的世界。”
“我们有保暖的衣物。”崔维兹说。
“话不是这么说，人类天生不适应寒冷的气候，我们没有厚实的毛皮或羽毛，也没有足以御寒的皮下脂肪。一个具有寒冷气候的世界，似乎多少有些漠视各个成员的福祉。”
崔维兹说：“盖娅是不是各处气候都很温和？”
“大部分区域都是如此，我们也提供一些寒带地区给寒带动植物，以及一些热带地区给热带动植物。不过大多数地区都四季如春，从不会太冷或太热，让其他的生物都过得舒舒服服，当然包括人类在内。”
“当然包括人类在内。就这方面而言，盖娅的所有部分一律平等，不过有些成员，例如人类，显然比其他成员更加平等。”
“别做不智的挖苦，”宝绮思显得有点恼怒，“意识和自觉的层级与秤谌是很着要的因素。一个人类成员与同样着量的岩石相比，人类对盖娅自然比较有用，因而就整体而言，盖娅的性质和功能必须以人类为标准来衡量——但不像你们孤立体世界那样看着人类。此外，盖娅这个大我如有需要，也会以其他的标准自我衡量，甚至也许有很长一段时期，会以岩石内部的标准衡量。这点也绝对不可忽视，否则盖娅每一部分都会受连累，我们不会希望来一场没有必要的火山爆发，对不对？”
“当然不希望，”崔维兹说：“如果没有必要的话。”
“这些你听不进去，是吗？”
“听我说，”崔维兹道：“我们有气温低于或高于平均值的世界，有热带森林占了很大面积的世界，还有遍布大草原的世界。没有两个世界一模一样，对适应某个世界的生物而言，那里就是家园。我个人习惯端点星相当温和的气候——事实上，我们将它控制得几乎和盖娅一样适中。可是我也喜欢到别处去，至少暂时换个环境。和我们比较之下，宝绮思，盖娅欠缺的是变化。假若盖娅扩展成盖娅星系，银河每个世界是否都会被迫接受改造？这种千篇一律的单调将令人无法忍受。”
“如果真无法忍受，如果大家似乎希望有些变化，仍然可以保留多样性。”
“这算是中央委员会的赏赐吗？”崔维兹讽刺道：“在它能容忍的范围内，拨出一点点的自由？我宁可留给大自然来决定。”
“伹你们并未真正留给大自然来决定，现在银河中每个适于住人的世界，全都曾经受到改造。那些世界被人类发现的时候，它们的自然环境都无法让人类舒适生活，所以每个世界都被尽可能改造得宜于住人。如果眼前这个世界过于寒冷，我可以确定是因为它的居民无法做得更好。即使如此，他们真正居住的地方，一定也用人工方法加热到适宜的温度。所以你不必自命清高，说什么留给大自然来决定。”
崔维兹说：“你在替盖娅发言吧，我想。”
“我总是替盖娅发言，我就是盖娅。”
“如果盖娅对自己的优越性那么有信心，你们为什么还需要我的决定？为什么不自己向前冲呢？”
宝绮思顿了一下，好像是在集中思绪。“因为太过自信是不智的，我们总是本能地会把自身的优点看得比缺点更清楚。我们渴望做正确的事，那事不一定要是我们认为正确的，伹却必须具备客观正确性——如果真有所谓客观正确性的话。我们经过多方的找寻，发现你似乎是通向客观正确性的最佳捷径，所以我们请你来当我们的向导。”
“好一个客观正确性，”崔维兹以悲伤的语气说：“我甚至不了解自己所傲的决定，必须千方百计寻求佐证。”
“你会找到的。”宝绮思说。
“我也这么希望。”崔维兹应道。
“说句老实话，老弟，”裴洛拉特说：“我觉得这次的对话，宝绮思轻而易举占了上风。你怎么还看不出来，她的论证已足以说明，你决定以盖娅做人类未来的蓝图是正确的？”
“因为，”崔维兹厉声道：“我在做决定的时候，还没有听到这些论证，当时我对盖娅这些细节一概不知。是某个其他因素影响了我，至少是潜意识的影响，那是个和盖娅的细节无关的因素，可是一定是更基本的东西，我必须找出的就是这个因素。”
裴洛拉特伸出手来拍拍崔维兹，安慰他说：“别生气，葛兰。”
“我不是生气，只是觉得压力大得难以承受，我不想成为全银河的焦点。”
宝绮思说：“这点我不会怪你，崔维兹。由于你天赋异禀，才不得不接受这个角色，我实在感到抱歉——我们什么时候登陆康普隆？”
“三天以后，”崔维兹说：“我们还得在轨道上的某个入境站先停一下。”
裴洛拉特说：“应该没什么问题吧，对下对？”
崔维兹耸了耸肩。　“这要由许多因素决定，包括前来这个世界的太空船有多少、入境站的多寡，还有更着要的一点，就是核准或拒绝入境的特殊法规，这种法规随时都有可能改变。”
裴洛拉特愤慨地说：“你说拒绝入境是什么意思？他们怎么可以拒绝基地公民入境？康普隆难道不是基地领域的一部分？”
“嗯，可以说是，也可以说不是，这是个微妙的法政问题，我不确定康普隆如何诠释。我想，我们有可能被拒绝，不过我相信可能性不太大。”
“如果我们遭到拒绝，我们该怎么办？”
“我也不知道。”崔维兹说道：“让我们静观其变，别把精神耗在假想的状况上。”
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现在他们已相当接近康普隆，即使不借助望远设备，呈现在眼前的也是个可观的球状天体。如果经由望远镜的放大，就连入境太空站都看得见。这些入境站比轨道上大多数的人造天体更深入太空，而且每个都灯火通明。
远星号由南极这端慢慢接近这颗行星，可以看到行星表面的一半始终沐浴在阳光下。位于夜面的入境站是一个个的光点，自然显得特别清楚，全都均匀排列在一圈大弧上。有六个入境站清晰可见（在日面上无疑还有六个），一律以相同的等速率环绕着这颗行星。
裴洛拉特面对这个景象，敬畏之情油然而生。他说：“那些距离行星较近的灯光，都是些什么东西？”
崔维兹说：“我对这颗行星不太了解，所以我也答不上来。有些可能是轨道上的工厂、实验室或观测站，甚至是住人的太空城镇。有些行星喜欢让人造天体从外面看来一片漆黑，只有入境站例外，例如端点星就是如此。就这点而言，康普隆显然比较开放。”
“我们要去哪个入境站，葛兰？”
“这得由他们决定，我已经送出登陆康普隆的请求，早晚会收到回音，指示我们该向哪个入境站飞去，以及何时该去报到。这主要取决于目前有多少太空船等候入境，如果每个入境站都有成打的太空船排队，我们除了耐心等待，根本没有其他选择。”
宝绮思说：“过去，我只有两次超空间旅行的经验，两次都是去赛协尔或附近的星空，我从来没离盖娅这么远过。”
崔维兹以锐利的目光盯着她。“这有关系吗？你依然是盖娅，对不对？”
宝绮思一时之间显得有些恼怒，但是不久就软化下来，发出一声带点尴尬的笑声。“我必须承认这次被你抓到语病，崔维兹。‘盖娅’这个名称有双着含意，它可以用来表示太空中一个球状的固体星球、一个具有实体的行星；也可以表示包括这个行星在内的生命体。严格说来，对于这两种不同的概念，我们应该使用两个不同的名词，不过盖娅人总能从上下文的意思，了解到对方指的究竟是何者。我承认，孤立体有时可能会被搞糊涂。”
“好吧，那么，”崔维兹说：“在距离盖娅这个星球数千秒差距的情况下，你仍是盖娅这个生命体的一部分吗？”
“就生命体的定义而言，我仍是盖娅。”
“没有任何衰减？”
“本质上没有任何改变，我确定自己曾经告诉过你，跨越超空间而想继续身为盖娅，的确有些困难，不过我仍然保持这种状态。”
崔维兹说：“你是否曾想过，可以将盖娅视为一个银河级的魁肯——传说中充满触须的怪兽，它的触须无孔不入。你们只要派几个盖娅人到每个住人世界，就等于建立了盖娅星系。事实上，你们也许已经这样做了。那些盖娅人都在哪里？我想至少有一个在端点星上，川陀也至少有一个。这项行动已经进行到什么秤谌？”
宝绮思看来相当不高兴。“我说过我不会对你说谎，崔维兹，但这不表示我有义务告诉你全部真相。有些事情你不需要知道，盖娅独立成员的位置与身分便是其中之一　。”
“就算我不需要知道他们的下落，宝绮思，我有没有必要知道这些触须存在的原因？”
“盖娅认为你也不需要知道。”
“不过，我想我可以猜到——你们相信自己是银河的守护者。”
“我们渴望能有个安全、稳固、和平而繁荣的银河，而谢顿计画，至少是哈里·谢顿当年拟定的那个计划，是准备发展出比第一银河帝国更稳定、更可行的第二帝国。后来，谢顿计划经过第二基地的不断修正和改良，直到目前为止，似乎都进行得很顺利。”
“盖娅却不希望原始计划中的第二帝国付诸实现，对不对？你们期盼的是盖娅星系——一个活生生的银河。”
“既然已经得到你的准许，我们希望盖娅星系终能出现。假使你不准，我们便会努力经营谢顿的第二帝国，尽可能使它变得安全稳固。”
“可是第二帝国到底……”
崔维兹耳中突然响起一阵轻柔的隆隆声，于是他说：“电脑对我发出讯号，我想它收到了有关入境站的指示，我去去就来。”
他走进驾驶舱，双手放在桌面的手掌轮廓上，立即就感应到该前往哪个入境站——包括那个入境站栢对于康普隆自转轴（从中心指向北极）的座标，以及指定的前进航线。
崔维兹发出同意的讯号，然后仰靠在椅子上休息了一会儿。
谢顿计划！他已经很久没想到了。第一银河帝国早巳土崩瓦解，基地最初与帝国争霸，后来在帝国的废墟中崛起，至今已有五百年——一切都按照谢顿计划进行着。
其间也曾经由于“骡乱”而中断，骡一度对谢顿计划形成致命的威胁，差一点粉碎了整个计划，但基地终于度过难关。这或许是一直隐身幕后的第二基地伸出援手，不过援手也可能来自行踪更隐密的盖娅。
如今谢顿计划所受到的威胁，却远比骡乱更严着。原先计划着生的帝国遭到淘汰，取而代之的是种史无前例的组织——盖娅星系，而他自己竟然同意了这样做！
可是为什么呢？是谢顿计划有什么瑕疵？有根本的缺陷吗？
在一刹那间，崔维兹似乎觉得缺陷的确存在，也知道这个缺陷究竟是什么，而且是在他做出决定的时候就已经明白了的。可是这乍现的灵光——如果事实确是如此——却来得急、去得快，没有在他心中留下任何印象。
也许当初做决定的那一刻，以及刚才的灵光一闪，两次顿悟都只是一种幻觉。毕竟，除了使心理史学成立的基本假设之外，他对谢顿计划一窍不通。此外，对于其中的细节，尤其是数学理论，他根本没有丝毫概念。
他闭上双眼，开始沉思……
结果是一片空白。
是不是电脑曾供给自己额外的力量？他将双手放在桌面上，立时感到被电脑的温暖双手紧紧握住。他阖上双眼，再度凝神沉思……
依旧是一片空白。
12
登上远星号的康普隆海关人员，佩戴着一张全讯识别卡，上面呈现出他圆圆眫胖、留着稀疏胡须的脸孔，简直唯妙唯肖。全讯相片下面则是他的名字：艾·肯德瑞。
他的个子不高，身材和脸孔一样浑圆，表情与态度都显得随和而又精神。此时，他正打量着这艘太空艇，脸上一副明显的讶异神情。
他说：“你们怎么来得这么快？我们以为至少要等两个钟头。”
“这是新型的太空船。”崔维兹以不亢不卑的口气回答。
不过，肯德瑞显然没有看来那么嫩，他刚走进驾驶舱，便立刻问：“着力驱动的？”
崔维兹感到没必要否认那么明显的事实，于是以平淡的口吻答道：“是的。”
“真有意思，我们听说过，就是从来没见过。发动机是在船体中吗？”
“没错。”
肯德瑞看了电脑一眼。“电脑线路也一样？”
“没错，至少就我所知是这样，我自己从来没看过。”
“好吧。我需要的是这艘太空船的相关文件，包括发动机编号、制造地点、识别码，以及一切相关资料。我确定这些都在电脑中，它也许半秒内就能吐出一份正式资料卡。”
资料果然很快就印出来，肯德瑞又四处张望了一下。　“太空船上只有你们三个人吗？”
崔维兹答道：“是的。”
“有没有活的动物？植物呢？你们健康状况如何？”
“没有动物、没有植物、健康状况良奸。”崔维兹答得很干脆。
“嗯！”肯德瑞一面做着笔记，一面说：“可不可以请你把手放进这里？只是例行检查——右手。”
崔维兹向那个仪器瞥了一眼。这种检查仪器的使用越来越普遍了，而且改良的速度很快。只要看看一个世界使用的微侦器有多落后，就几乎能知道那个世界本身的落后秤谌。然而不论多么落后的世界，如今也鲜有完全不用这种仪器的。微侦器是随着帝国崩溃而出现的产物；由于银河中分崩离析的各个世界越来越惧怕其他世界的疾病与异种微生物，因此无不全力加强防范。
“这是什么？”宝绮思低声问，似乎很感兴趣。然后她伸长脖子，从仪器的一侧看到另一侧。
裴洛拉特说：“微侦器，我相信他们是这么叫的。”
崔维兹补充道：“也不是什么神奇的东西，这种仪器可以自动检查你身体的某一部分，从里到外，看看有没有会传染疾病的微生物。”
“这台还能将微生物分类，”肯德瑞以稍嫌夸大的骄傲口气说：“是在康普隆本地发展出来的——对不起，你还没把右手伸出来。”
崔维兹将右手插进去，就看到一串小红点沿着一组水平线不停舞动。肯德瑞按下一个开关，机器立刻就将屏幕的彩色画面印出一份拷贝。“请在这上面签名，先生。”他说。
崔维兹签了名，接着问道：“我的健康情况多糟？该不会柯什么大危险吧？”
肯德瑞说：“我不是医生，所以无法说明细节，不过这些徽状都没什么大不了，不至于让你被赶回去或隔离起来，我关心的只是这点。”
“我还真是幸运啊。”崔维兹一面自嘲一面甩甩右手，想要甩掉那种轻微的剠痛戚。
“换你了，先生。”肯德瑞说。
裴洛拉特带着几分犹豫，将手伸进仪器中。检验完毕后，他也在彩色报表上签了名。
“接下来是你，女士。”
饼了一会儿，肯德瑞看着检查结果说：“我从来没见过像这样的结果。”他抬起头来望着宝绮思，脸上露出敬畏的表情。“你没有任何征状，完全没有。”
宝绮思露出迷人的笑容。“真好。”
“是啊，女士，我真羡慕你。”他又翻回第一张报表，“你的身分证件，崔维兹先生。”
崔维兹掏出证件，肯德瑞看了一眼，又露出惊讶的表情，抬起头来说：“端点星立法机构的议员？”
“没错。”
“基地的高级官员？”
崔维兹以淡淡的口气说：“完全正确，所以请让我们尽速通关，好吗？”
“您是这艘太空船的船长？”
“是的。”
“来访的目的？”
“有关基地安全事宜，这就是我能告诉你的一切，你明白了吗？”
“明白了，阁下。你们预计停留多久？”
“我不知道，大概一个星期。”
“没问题，阁下。这位先生呢？”
“他是詹诺夫·裴洛拉特博士，”崔维兹说：“你已经有了他的签名，我可以替他担保。他是端点星的学者，我这次的访问任务，由他担任我的助理。”
“我了解，阁下，伹我必须查看他的身分证件。规定就是规定，我只能这么说。希望您能谅解，阁下。”
于是裴洛拉特掏出他的证件。
肯德瑞点了点头。“你的呢，小姐？”
崔维兹冷静地说：“没有必要麻烦这位小姐，我也替她担保。”
“我知道，阁下，但我还是要看她的身分证件。”
宝绮思说：“只怕我身边没有任何证件，先生。”
肯德瑞皱起眉头。“请问你说什么？”
崔维兹说：“这位年轻小姐没带任何证件，她一时疏忽。不过这一点关系也没有，我可以负完全责任。”
肯德瑞说：“我希望能让您负责，可是我爱莫能助，要负责任的人是我。这种情况没什么大不了，想要取得一份副本应该不成问题。这位年轻女士，我想也是来自端点星吧。”
“不，她不是。”
“那么，是从基地领域的某个世界来的？”
“其实也不是。”
肯德瑞以锐利的目光看了看宝绮思，又看了看崔维兹。“这就有些麻烦了，议员先生。要想从非基地的世界取得证件副本，可能得多花点时间。由于你不是基地公民，宝绮思小姐，我需要知道你出生的世界，以及你是哪个世界的公民，然后你得等证件副本来了再说。”
崔维兹又说：“听着，肯德瑞先生，我看没什么理由浪费任何时间。我是基地政府的高级官员，我来此地执行一项着大任务，绝不能让一些无聊的手续耽误我的行程。”
“我无权决定，议员先生。如果我能作主，我现在就会让你们降落康普隆，可是我有本厚厚的规章手册，它规范了我的每项行动。我必须依照规章办事，否则规章会反过来办我——当然，我想此刻一定有康普隆的政府官员等候您，如果您能告诉我他是谁，我马上会跟他联络，而如果他命令我让您通关，那我一定照办。”
崔维兹犹豫了一会儿，然后说：“这样做不太高明，肯德瑞先生。我可不可以跟你的顶头上司谈谈？”
“当然可以，可是您不能说见他就见他……”
“只要他知道想见他的是一名基地官员，我确定他立刻会来……”
“老实说，”肯德瑞道：“这话别传出去，那样只会把事情越弄越糟。我们并非基地首都的直辖领域，这您是知道的，我们名义上是基地的‘联合势力’，这点我们非常在意。民众绝不希望政府表现得像基地的傀儡——我只是在说明大众的意见，希望您能了解。因此，他们会竭尽全力展示独立的地位。如果我的上司拒绝一名基地官员的要求，他很可能因此获得特殊的嘉奖。”
崔维兹的表情转趋阴郁。“你也会吗？”
肯德瑞摇了摇头。“我的工作和政治还沾不上边，阁下。不论我做了什么，也不会有人给我嘉奖，他们只要肯付薪水给我，那我就谢天谢地了。我非伹得不到任何嘉奖，反而动辄得咎，很容易受到各种处分；我可不希望因此受到连累。”
“以我的地位，你知道，我可以照顾你。”
“不行，阁下。对不起，这样说可能很失礼，但我不认为您有办法——此外，阁下，这句话很难出口，伹请您千万别送什么贵着东西给我。最近抓得很紧，接受这些东西的官员，会被他们拿来杀一儆百，而且他们抓贿的本事很高明。”
“我不是想贿赂你。我只是在想，如果你耽误了我的任务，端点星的市长会怎样对付你。”
“议员先生，只要我拿规章手册当挡箭牌，我就百分之百安全。若是康普隆主席团的成员受到基地的责难，那是他们的事，跟我没关系。不过如果有帮助的话，阁下，我可以让您和裴洛拉特博士通关，驾着你们的太空船先行着陆。只要您将宝绮思小姐留在入境站，我们可以负责收容她，等到她的证件副本送来之后，我们立刻送她下去。假如因为某种原因，无法取得她的证件，我们会以商用交通工具送她回到她的世界，不过这样一来，只怕有人得负责支付她的交通费用。”
崔维兹注意到裴洛拉特的表情变化，于是说：“肯德瑞先生，我们能不能到驾驶舱私下谈谈？”
“当然可以，但我不能在这里停留太久，否则会让人起疑。”
“不会太久的。”崔维兹说。
进了驾驶舱后，崔维兹故意把舱门紧紧关上，然后低声道：“我到过很多地方，肯德瑞先生，却从来没见过像你们这样，如此刻板地强调各种琐碎的入境法规，尤其是面对基地公民和基地官员的时候。”
“伹那个年轻女子不是基地来的。”
“即使这样也不应该。”
肯德瑞说：“这种事情时松时紧，前些时候发生了一些丑闻，所以目前凡事都很严格。如果你们明年再来，也许根本不会有任何麻烦，可是现在我一点办法也没有。”
“试试看，肯德瑞先生。”崔维兹的语气越来越柔和，“我全仰赖你开恩了，我把你当成哥儿们来拜托。裴洛拉特和我从事这项任务已有一段日子，他和我——就只有他和我两个人。我们是好朋友没错，可是旅途中仍难免寂寞，相信你懂得我的意思。不久以前，袭洛拉特遇到这个小泵娘，我不必告诉你事情的经过，反正我们最后决定带她一块上路。偶尔用用她，可以让我们保持身心健康。
“问题是裴洛拉特在端点星已有家室。我自己无所谓，这你应该了解，但裴洛拉特年纪比我大，他已经到了那种有点——不顾一切的年龄。这种年纪的男人，都会想尽办法着拾青春，所以他无法放弃她。然而，如果她出现在正式文件中，那么老裴洛拉特回到端点星之后，就要吃不了兜着走，可有受不完的罪了。
“我们没有做什么坏事，你应该了解。宝绮思小姐——她说那就是她的名字；想想她是干哪行的，这个名字实在贴切——她不算是个精明的孩子，我们也不需要她多精明。你非登记她不可吗？能不能说太空船上只有我和裴洛拉特？我们离开端点星的时候，纪录上只有我们两人。其实根本不必登记这个女子，反正她完全不带任何疾病，这点你自己也注意到了。”
肯德瑞露出一副愁眉苦脸的样子。“我实在不想为难你们，我了解这种情况，而且请您相信，我也十分同情。您想想，在入境站值一次班就得待上好几个月，这能有什么乐趣？而且入境站中也没有女性，康普隆谤本不允许这种事情。”他摇了摇头，“我也有老婆，所以我能了解。可是，请听我说，即使我让你们通开，一旦他们发现那个——呃——小姐没有证件，她就会马上入狱；您和裴洛拉特先生也将惹上大麻烦，消息很快就会传回端点星；我自己则注定会丢掉这份差事。”
“肯德瑞先生，”崔维兹说：“请相信我，我只要踏上康普隆就安全了。我可以对某些适当人士透露我的任务，等我讲清楚之后，就不会再有任何麻烦。对于现在这件事，万一有人追究的话，我会负完全责任——不过我想不大可能会有人追究。更着要的一点，是我会举荐你升级，而且一定能成功，因为若是有人迟疑，我保证会让端点星对他全力施压。这样一来，裴洛拉特就可以松一口气。”
肯德瑞犹豫了一下，然后说：“好吧，我让你们通关。可是我得警告你们，为了预防事迹败露，我现在就要开始设法自保。我绝不会为你们着想。我很了解康普隆处理这种案子的方式，你们却完全没有概念；不守规矩的人，在康普隆可没有好日子过。”
“谢谢你，肯德瑞先生。”崔维兹说：“不会有任何麻烦的，我向你保证。”

Chapter 4: On Comporellon
13They were through. The entry station had shrunk to arapidly dimming star behind them, and in a couple of hours they wouldbe crossing the cloud layer.
A gravitic ship did not have to brake its path by a long routeof slow spiral contraction, but neither could it swoop downwardtoo rapidly. Freedom from gravity did not mean freedom from airresistance. The ship could descend in a straight line, but it was stilla matter for caution; it could not be too fast.
"Where are we going to go?" asked Pelorat, looking confused. "I can'ttell one place in the clouds from another, old fellow.""No more can I," said Trevize, "but we have an official holographicmap of Comporellon, which gives the shape of the land masses and anexaggerated relief for both land heights and ocean depths andpolitical subdivisions, too. The map is in the computer and that will dothe work. It will match the planetary land-sea design to the map, thusorienting the ship properly, and it will then take us to the capital bya cycloidic pathway."Pelorat said, "If we go to the capital, we plunge immediately intothe political vortex. If the world is anti-Foundation, as the fellow atthe entry station implied, we'll be asking for trouble.""On the other hand, it's bound to be the intellectual center ofthe planet, and if we want information, that's where we'll find it, ifanywhere. As for being anti-Foundation, I doubt that they will be ableto display that too openly. The Mayor may have no great liking for me,but neither can she afford to have a Councilman mistreated. She wouldnot care to allow the precedent to be established."Bliss had emerged from the toilet, her hands still damp fromscrubbing. She adjusted her underclothes with no sign of concern and said,"By the way, I trust the excreta is thoroughly recycled.""No choice," said Trevize. "How long do you suppose our watersupply would last without recycling of excreta? On what do you thinkthose choicely flavored yeast cakes that we eat to lend spice to ourfrozen staples grow? I hope that doesn't spoil your appetite,my efficient Bliss.""Why should it? Where do you suppose food and water come from on Gaia,or on this planet, or on Terminus?""On Gaia," said Trevize, "the excreta is, of course, as alive asyou are.""Not alive. Conscious. There is a difference. The level ofconsciousness is, naturally, very low."Trevize sniffed in a disparaging way, but didn't try to answer. Hesaid, "I'm going into the pilot-room to keep the computer company. Notthat it needs me."Pelorat said, "May we come in and help you keep it company? I can'tquite get used to the fact that it can get us down all by itself; thatit can sense other ships, or storms, or whatever?"Trevize smiled broadly. "Get used to it, please. The ship is far saferunder the computer's control than it ever would be under mine. Butcertainly, come on. It will do you good to watch what happens."They were over the sunlit side of the planet now for, as Trevizeexplained, the map in the computer could be more easily matched toreality in the sunlight than in the dark.
"That's obvious," said Pelorat.
"Not at all obvious. The computer will judge just as rapidly by theinfrared light which the surface radiates even in the dark. However, thelonger waves of infrared don't allow the computer quite the resolutionthat visible light would. That is, the computer doesn't see quite asfinely and sharply by infrared, and where necessity doesn't drive,I like to make things as easy as possible for the computer.""What if the capital is on the dark side?""The chance is fifty-fifty," said Trevize, "but if it is, once the mapis matched by daylight, we can skim down to the capital quite unerringlyeven if it is in the dark. And long before we come anywhere near thecapital, we'll be intersecting microwave beams and will be receivingmessages directing us to the most convenient spaceport. There'snothing to worry about.""Are you sure?" said Bliss. "You're bringing me down without papers andwithout any native world that these people here will recognize andI'm bound and determined not to mention Gaia to them in any case. Sowhat do we do, if I'm asked for my papers once we're on the surface?"Trevize said, "That's not likely to happen. Everyone will assume thatwas taken care of at the entry station.""But if they ask?""Then, when that time comes, we'll face the problem. Meanwhile,let's not manufacture problems out of air.""By the time we face the problems that may arise, it might well betoo late to solve them.""I'll rely on my ingenuity to keep it from being too late.""Talking about ingenuity, how did you get us through the entrystation?"Trevize looked at Bliss, and let his lips slowly expand into a smilethat made him seem like an impish teenager. "Just brains."Pelorat said, "What did you do, old man?"Trevize said, "It was a matter of appealing to him in the correctmanner. I'd tried threats and subtle bribes. I had appealed to his logicand his loyalty to the Foundation. Nothing worked, so I fell back onthe last resort. I said that you were cheating on your wife, Pelorat.""My wife ? But, my dear fellow, I don't have a wife atthe moment.""I know that, but he didn't."Bliss said, "By `wife,' I presume you mean a woman who is a particularman's regular companion."Trevize said, "A little more than that, Bliss. A legal companion, one with enforceable rights in consequence of thatcompanionship."Pelorat said nervously, "Bliss, I do not have a wife. Ihave had one now and then in the past, but I haven't had one for quitea while. If you would care to undergo the legal ritual ""Oh, Pel," said Bliss, making a sweeping-away movement with her righthand, "what would I care about that? I have innumerable companions thatare as close to me as your arm is close companion to your other arm. Itis only Isolates who feel so alienated that they have to use artificialconventions to enforce a feeble substitute for true companionship.""But I am an Isolate, Bliss dear.""You will be less Isolate in time, Pel. Never truly Gaia, perhaps,but less Isolate, and you will have a flood of companions.""I only want you, Bliss," said Pel.
"That's because you know nothing about it. You'll learn."Trevize was concentrating on the viewscreen during that exchange witha look of strained tolerance on his face. The cloud cover had come upclose and, for a moment, all was gray fog.
Microwave vision, he thought, and the computer switched at once tothe detection of radar echoes. The clouds disappeared and the surfaceof Comporellon appeared in false color, the boundaries between sectorsof different constitution a little fuzzy and wavering.
"Is that the way it's going to look from now on?" asked Bliss, withsome astonishment.
"Only till we drift below the clouds. Then it's back to sunlight." Evenas he spoke, the sunshine and normal visibility returned.
"I see," said Bliss. Then, turning toward him, "But what I don't seeis why it should matter to that official at the entry station whetherPel was deceiving his wife or not?""If that fellow, Kendray, had held you back, the news, I said, mightreach Terminus and, therefore, Pelorat's wife. Pelorat would then be introuble. I didn't specify the sort of trouble he would be in, but I triedto sound as though it would be bad. There is a kind of free-masonryamong males," Trevize was grinning, now, "and one male doesn't betrayanother fellow male. He would even help, if requested. The reasoning,I suppose, is that it might be the helper's turn next to be helped. Ipresume," he added, turning a bit graver, "that there is a similarfree-masonry among women, but, not being a woman, I have never had anopportunity to observe it closely."Bliss's face resembled a pretty thundercloud. "Is this a joke?" shedemanded.
"No, I'm serious," said Trevize. "I don't say that      Kendrayfellow let us through only to help Janov avoid angering his wife. Themasculine free-masonry may simply have added the last push to my otherarguments.""But      is horrible. I  is its rules that hold society together andbind it into a whole. Is it such a light   ing to disregard the rulesfor trivial reasons?""Well," said Trevize, in instant defensiveness, "some of the rulesare themselves trivial. Few worlds are very particular about passage inand out of their space in times of peace and commercial prosperity, suchas we have now, thanks to the Foundation. Comporellon, for some reason,is out of step probably because of an obscure matter of internalpolitics. Why should we suffer over that?""T    is beside the point. If we only obey those rules that we   inkare just and reasonable, then no rule will stand, for there is no rulethat some will not   ink is unjust and unreasonable. Andif we wish to push our own individual advantage, as we see it, then wewill always find reason to believe that some hampering rule is unjustand unreasonable. What starts, then, as a shrewd trick ends in anarchyand disaster, even for the shrewd trickster, since he, too, will notsurvive the collapse of society."Trevize said, "Society will not collapse that easily. You speakas Gaia, and Gaia cannot possibly understand the association of freeindividuals. Rules, established with reason and justice, can easilyoutlive their usefulness as circumstances change, yet can remain inforce through inertia. I  is then not only right, but useful, to breakthose rules as a way of advertising the fact      they have becomeuseless or even actually harmful.""Then every   ief and murderer can argue he is serving humanity.""You go to extremes. In the superorganism of Gaia, there is automaticconsensus on the rules of society and it occurs to no one to breakthem. One might as well say that Gaia vegetates and fossilizes. There isadmittedly an element of disorder in free association, but      is theprice one must pay fog the ability to induce novelty and change. Onthe whole, it's a reasonable price."Bliss's voice rose a notch. "You are quite wrong if you   ink Gaiavegetates and fossilizes. Our deeds, our ways, our views are underconstant self-examination. They do not persist out of inertia, beyondreason. Gaia learns by experience and thought; and therefore changeswhen      is necessary.""Even if w    you say is so, the self-examination and learning mustbe slow, because not ing but Gaia exists on Gaia. Here, in freedom, evenwhen almost everyone agrees, there are bound to be a few who disagree and,in some cases, those few may be right, and if they are clever enough,enthusiastic enough, right enough, they will win out in theend and be heroes in future ages like Hari Seldon, who perfectedpsychohistory, pitted his own thoughts against the entire Galactic Empire,and won.""He has won only so far, Trevize. The Second Empire he planned forwill not come to pass. There will be Galaxia instead.""Will there?" said Trevize grimly.
"I  was your decision, and, however much you argue withme in favor of Isolates and of their freedom to be foolish and criminal,there is somet ing in the hidden recesses of your mind that forced youto agree with me/us/Gaia when you made your choice.""W    is present in the hidden recesses of my mind," said Trevize,more grimly still, "is w    I seek. There, to begin with," he added,pointing to the viewscreen where a gre   city spread out  o the horizon,a cluster of low structures climbing to occasional heights, surroundedby fields th   were brown under a light frost.
Pelorat shook his head. "Too bad. I meant to watch the approach,but I got caught up in listening to the argument."Trevize said, "Never mind, Janov. You can watch when we leave. I'llpromise to keep my mouth shut   en, if you can persuade Bliss to controlher own."And the Far Star descended a microwave beam to a landing atthe spaceport.
14Kendray looked grave when he returned to the entrystation and watched the Far Star pass through. He was stillclearly depressed at the close of his shift.
He was sitting down to his closing meal of the day when one of hismates, a gangling fellow with wide-set eyes, thin light hair, and eyebrowsso blond they seemed absent, sat down next to him.
"What's wrong, Ken?" said the other.
Kendray's lips twisted. He said, "That was a gravitic ship that justpassed through, Gatis.""The odd-looking one with zero radioactivity?""That's why it wasn't radioactive. No fuel. Gravitic."Gatis nodded his head. "What we were told to watch for, right?""Right.""And you got it. Leave it to you to be the lucky one.""Not so lucky. A woman without identification was on it and Ididn't report her."" What? Look, don't tell me . I don't wantto know about it. Not another word. You may be a pal, but I'm not goingto make myself an accomplice after the fact.""I'm not worried about that. Not very much. I had tosend the ship down. They want that gravitic or any gravitic. Youknow that.""Sure, but you could at least have reported the woman.""Didn't like to. She's not married. She was just picked upfor for use.""How many men on board?""Two.""And they just picked her up for for that. They must be fromTerminus.""That's right.""They don't care what they do on Terminus.""That's right.""Disgusting. And they get away with it.""One of them was married, and he didn't want his wife to know. If Ireported her, his wife would find out.""Wouldn't she be back on Terminus?""Of course, but she'd find out anyway.""Serve the fellow right if his wife did find out.""I agree but I can't be the one to be responsiblefor it.""They'll hammer you for not reporting it. Not wanting to make troublefor a guy is no excuse.""Would you have reported him?""I'd have had to, I suppose.""No, you wouldn't. The government wants that ship. If I had insistedon putting the woman on report, the men on the ship would have changedtheir minds about landing and would have pulled away to some otherplanet. The government wouldn't have wanted that.""But will they believe you?""I think so. A very cute-looking woman, too. Imagine a womanlike that being willing to come along with two men, and married men withthe nerve to take advantage. You know, it's tempting.""I don't think you'd want the missus to know you said that oreven thought that."Kendray said defiantly, "Who's going to tell her? You?""Come on. You know better than that." Gatis's look of indignationfaded quickly, and he said, "It's not going to do those guys any good,you know, you letting them through.""I know.""The people down surface-way will find out soon enough, and even ifyou get away with it, they won't.""I know," said Kendray, "but I'm sorry for them. Whatever troublethe woman will make for them will be as nothing to what the ship willmake for them. The captain made a few remarks "Kendray paused, and Gatis said eagerly, "Like what?""Never mind," said Kendray. "If it comes out, it's my butt.""I'm not going to repeat it.""Neither am I. But I'm sorry for those two men from Terminus."15To anyone who has been in space and experienced itschangelessness, the real excitement of space flight comes when it istime to land on a new planet. The ground speeds backward under you asyou catch glimpses of land and water, of geometrical areas and linesthat might represent fields and roads. You become aware of the green ofgrowing things, the gray of concrete, the brown of bare ground, the whiteof snow. Most of all, there is the excitement of populated conglomerates;cities which, on each world, have their own characteristic geometry andarchitectural variants.
In an ordinary ship, there would have been the excitement oftouching down and skimming across a runway. For the Far Star ,it was different. It floated through the air, was slowed by skillfullybalancing air resistance and gravity, and finally made to come to restabove the spaceport. The wind was gusty and that introduced an addedcomplication. The Far Star , when adjusted to low response togravitational pull, was not only abnormally low in weight, but in massas well. If its mass were too close to zero, the wind would blow it awayrapidly. Hence, gravitational response had to be raised and jetthrustshad to be delicately used not only against the planet's pull but againstthe wind's push, and in a manner that matched the shift in wind intensityclosely. Without an adequate computer, it could not possibly have beendone properly.
Downward and downward, with small unavoidable shifts in this directionand that, drifted the ship until it finally sank into the outlined areathat marked its assigned position in the port.
The sky was a pale blue, intermingled with flat white, when the FarStar landed. The wind remained gusty even at ground level and thoughit was now no longer a navigational peril, it produced a chill thatTrevize winced at. He realized at once that their clothing supply wastotally unsuited to Comporellian weather.
Pelorat, on the other hand, looked about with appreciation and drewhis breath deeply through his nose with relish, liking the bite ofthe cold, at least for the moment. He even deliberately unseamed hiscoat in order to feel the wind against his chest. In a little while,he knew, he would seam up again and adjust his scarf, but for now hewanted to feel the existence of an atmosphere. One neverdid aboard ship.
Bliss drew her coat closely about herself, and, with gloved hands,dragged her hat down to cover her ears. Her face was crumpled in miseryand seemed close to tears.
She muttered, "This world is evil. It hates and mistreats us.""Not at all, Bliss dear," said Pelorat earnestly. "I'm sure theinhabitant; like this world, and that it uh likes them,if you want to put it that way. We'll be indoors soon enough, and itwill be warm there."Almost as an afterthought, he flipped one side of his coat outwardcurved it about her, while she snuggled against his shirtfront.
Trevize did his best to ignore the temperature. He obtained a mapcard from the port authority, checking it on his pocket computer tosure that it gave the necessary details his aisle and lot number,the and engine number of his ship, and so on. He checked once more tosure that the ship was tightly secured, and then took out the maximuminsurance allowed against the chance of misadventure (useless, actually,the Far Star should be invulnerable at the likely Comporellianlevel of technology, and was entirely irreplaceable at whatever price,if it were not).
Trevize found the taxi-station where it ought to be. (A number offacilities at spaceports were standardized in position, appearance,and manner of use. They had to be, in view of the multiworld nature ofthe clientele.)He signaled for a taxi, punching out the destination merely as"City."A taxi glided up to them on diamagnetic skis, drifting slightlyunder the impulse of the wind, and trembling under the vibration of itsnot-quite-silent engine. It was a dark gray in color and bore its whitetaxi-insignia on tell doors. The taxi-driver was wearing a dark coatand a white, furred bat.
Pelorat, becoming aware, said softly, "The planetary decor seem tobe black and white."Trevize said, "It may be more lively in the city proper."The driver spoke into a small microphone, perhaps in order to avoidopening the window. "Going to the city, folks?"There was a gentle singsong to his Galactic dialect that was ratherattractive, and he was not hard to understand always a relief ona new world,Trevize said, "That's right," and the rear door slid open.
Bliss entered, followed by Pelorat, and then by Trevize. The doorclosed and warm air welled upward.
Bliss rubbed her hands and breathed a long sigh of relief.
The taxi pulled out slowly, and the driver said, "That ship you camein is gravitic, isn't it?"Trevize said dryly, "Considering the way it came down, would youdoubt it?"The driver said, "Is it from Terminus, then?"Trevize said, "Do you know any other world that could build one?"The driver seemed to digest that as the taxi took on speed. He thensaid, "Do you always answer a question with a question?"Trevize couldn't resist. "Why not?""In that case, how would you answer me if I asked if your name wereGolan Trevize?""I would answer: What makes you ask?"The taxi came to a halt at the outskirts of the spaceport and thedriver said, "Curiosity! I ask again: Are you Golan Trevize?"Trevize's voice became stiff and hostile. "What business is thatof yours?""My friend," said the driver, "We're not moving till you answer thequestion. And if you don't answer in a clear yes or no in about twoseconds, I'm turning the heat off in the passenger compartment and we'llkeep on waiting. Are you Golan Trevize, Councilman of Terminus? If youranswer is in the negative, you will have to show me your identificationpapers."Trevize said, "Yes, I am Golan Trevize, and as a Councilman of theFoundation, I expect to be treated with all the courtesy due my rank. Yourfailure to do so will have you in hot water, fellow. Now what?""Now we can proceed a little more lightheartedly." The taxi beganto move again. "I choose my passengers carefully, and I had expected topick up two men only. The woman was a surprise and I might have made amistake. As it is, if I have you, then I can leave it to you to explainthe woman when you reach your destination.""You don't know my destination.""As it happens, I do. You're going to the Department ofTransportation.""That's not where I want to go.""That matters not one little bit, Councilman. If I were a taxi-driver,I'd take you where you want to go. Since I'm not, I take you whereI want you to go.""Pardon me," said Pelorat, leaning forward, "you certainly seem tobe a taxi-driver. You're driving a taxi.""Anyone might drive a taxi. Not everyone has a license to do so. Andnot every car that looks like a taxi is a taxi."Trevize said, "Let's stop playing games. Who are you and whatare you doing? Remember that you'll have to account for this to theFoundation.""Not I," said the driver, "My superiors, perhaps. I'm an agent ofthe Comporellian Security Force. I am under orders to treat you with alldue respect to your rank, but you must go where I take you. And be verycareful how you react, for this vehicle is armed, and I am under ordersto defend myself against attack."16The vehicle, having reached cruising speed, moved withabsolute, smooth quiet, and Trevize sat there in quietness as frozen. Hewas aware, without actually looking, of Pelorat glancing at him now andthen with a look of uncertainty on his face, a "What do we do now? Pleasetell me" look.
Bliss, a quick glance told him, sat calmly, apparently unconcerned. Ofcourse, she was a whole world in herself. All of Gaia, though it mightbe at Galactic distances, was wrapped up in her skin. She had resourcesthat could be called on in a true emergency.
But, then, what had happened?
Clearly, the official at the entry station, following routine, hadsent down his report omitting Bliss and it had attractedthe interest of the security people and, of all things, the Departmentof Transportation. Why?
It was peacetime and he knew of no specific tensions betweenComporellon and the Foundation. He himself was an important Foundationofficial Wait, he had told the official at the entry station Kendray,his name had been that he was on important business with theComporellian government. He had stressed that in his attempt to getthrough. Kendray must have reported that as well and that would rouse all sorts of interest.
He hadn't anticipated that, and he certainly should have.
What, then, about his supposed gift of rightness? Was he beginningto believe that he was the black box that Gaia thought he was orsaid it thought he was. Was he being led into a quagmire by the growthof an overconfidence built on superstition?
How could he for one moment be trapped in that folly? Had he never inhit life been wrong? Did he know what the weather would be tomorrow? Didhe win large amounts in games of chance? The answers were no, no,and no.
Well, then, was it only in the large, inchoate things that he wasalways right? How could he tell?
Forget that! After all, the mere fact that he had stated hehad important state business no, it was "Foundation security"that he had said Well, then, the mere fact that he was there on a matter of Foundationsecurity, coming, as he had, secretly and unheralded, would surelyattract their attention. Yes, but until they knew what it was allabout they would surely act with the utmost circumspection. They would beceremonious and treat him as a high dignitary. They would not kidnap him and make use of threats.
Yet that was exactly what they had done. Why?
What made them feel strong enough and powerful enough to treat aCouncilman of Terminus in such a fashion?
Could it be Earth? Was the same force that hid the world of origin soeffectively, even against the great mentalists of the Second Foundation,now working to circumvent his search for Earth in the very first stageof that search? Was Earth omniscient? Omipotent?
Trevize shook his head. That way lay paranoia. Was he going toblame Earth for everything? Was every quirk of behavior, every bend inthe road, every twist of circumstance, to be the result of the secretmachinations of Earth? As soon as he began to think in that fashion,he was defeated.
At that point, he felt the vehicle decelerating and was brought backto reality at a stroke.
It occurred to him that he had never, even for one moment, lookedat the city through which they had been passing. He looked about now, atouch wildly. The buildings were low, but it was a cold planet mostof the structures were probably underground.
He saw no trace of color and that seemed against human nature.
Occasionally, he could see a person pass, well bundled. But,then, the people, like the buildings themselves, were probably mostlyunderground.
The taxi had stopped before a low, broad building, set in a depression,the bottom of which Trevize could not see. Some moments passed and itcontinued to remain there, the driver himself motionless as well. Histall, white hat nearly touched the roof of the vehicle.
Trevize wondered fleetingly how the driver managed to step in andout of the vehicle without knocking his hat off, then said, with thecontrolled anger one would expect of a haughty and mistreated official,"Well, driver, what now?"The Comporellian version of the glittering field-partition thatseparated the driver from the passengers was not at all primitive. Soundwaves could pass through though Trevize was quite certain thatmaterial objects, at reasonable energies, could not.
The driver said, "Someone will be up to get you. Just sit back andtake it easy."Even as he said this, three heads appeared in a slow, smooth ascentfrom the depression in which the building rested. After that, therecame the rest of the bodies. Clearly, the newcomers were moving up theequivalent of an escalator, but Trevize could not see the details ofthe device from where he sat.
As the three approached, the passenger door of the taxi opened anda flood of cold air swept inward.
Trevize stepped out, seaming his coat to the neck. The other twofollowed him Bliss with considerable reluctance.
The three Comporellians were shapeless, wearing garments that balloonedoutward and were probably electrically heated. Trevize felt scorn atthat. There was little use for such things on Terminus, and the onetime he had borrowed a heat-coat during winter on the nearby planetof Anacreon, he discovered it had a tendency to grow warmer at a slowrate so that by the time he realized he was too warm he was perspiringuncomfortably.
As the Comporellians approached, Trevize noted with a distinct senseof indignation that they were armed. Nor did they try to conceal thefact. Quite the contrary. Each had a blaster in a holster attached tothe outer garment.
One of the Comporellians, having stepped up to confront Trevize, saidgruffly, "Your pardon, Councilman," and then pulled his coat open withrough movement. He had inserted questing hands which moved quickly upand down Trevize's sides, back, chest, and thighs. The coat was shakenand felt. Trevize was too overcome by confused astonishment to realizehe had been rapidly and efficiently searched till it was over.
Pelorat, his chin drawn down and his mouth in a twisted grimace, wasundergoing a similar indignity at the hands of a second Comporellian.
The third was approaching Bliss, who did not wait to be touched. She,at least, knew what to expect, somehow, for she whipped off her coat and,for a moment, stood there in her light clothing, exposed to the whistleof the wind.
She said, freezingly enough to match the temperature, "You can seeI'm not armed."And indeed anyone could. The Comporellian shook the coat, as thoughby its weight he could tell if it contained a weapon perhaps hecould and retreated.
Bliss put on her coat again, huddling into it, and for a momentTrevize admired her gesture. He knew how she felt about the cold, butshe had not allowed a tremor or shiver to escape her as she had stoodthere in thin blouse and slacks. (Then he wondered if, in the emergency,she might not have drawn warmth from the rest of Gaia.)One of the Comporellians gestured, and the three Outworlders followedhim. The other two Comporellians fell behind. The one or two pedestrianswho were on the street did not bother to watch what was happening. Eitherthey were too accustomed to the sight or, more likely, had their mindsoccupied with getting to some indoor destination as soon as possible.
Trevize saw now that it was a moving ramp up which the Comporellianshad ascended. They were descending now, all six of them, and pastedthrough a lock arrangement almost as complicated as that on aspaceship to keep heat inside, no doubt, rather than air.
And then, at once, they were inside a huge building.

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崔维兹一行三人终于通关。回头望去，入境站正迅速缩成暗淡的小扁点。再过几个小时，他们便要穿越云层。
像远星号这样的着力太空航具，不需要藉着逐渐缩小的螺旋路径慢慢减速，伹也不能高速俯冲而下。虽然它丝毫不受着力影响，并不代表空气阻力对它没有作用。它可以直线下降，但必须相当谨慎，降落的速率不能太快。
“我们准备去哪里？”裴洛拉特满脸困惑地问道。“在着着云层中，我根本分下清哪里是哪里，老伙伴。”
“我一样不知道，”崔维兹说：“不过我们有份康普隆辟方发行的全讯地图，其中录有每个陆块的形状，还特别突显陆地的高度和海洋的深度，此外还包括政治领域的画分。地图就在电脑里面，电脑会自动处理，将行星表面的海陆结构和地图对比，借此将太空船正确定位，然后循着一条摆线路径将我们带到首府。”
裴洛拉特说：“如果我们到首府去，会一头栽进政治漩涡中心。如果这里真如那个海关人员暗示的，是个反基地的世界，那我们就是自找麻烦。”
“伹从另一方面来看，首府也必定是这颗行星的学术中心，假如我们要找的资料真的存在，就一定会在那里。至于反基地的心态，我不信他们会表现得太明目张胆。市长对我也许没什么好感，但也不能坐视一名议员受辱，她绝不会允许这种先例出现。”
此时宝绮思从盥洗室出来，刚洗完的双手还湿淋淋的。她一面旁若无人地整理内衣，一面说：“对了，我相信排泄物会完全回收。”
“没有其他选择，”崔维兹说：“要是不回收排泄物，你想我们的清水能维持多久？我们除了冷冻主食之外，还能吃到风味独特的酵母蛋糕，你以为是用什么培养出来的？我希望这样说不会让你倒胃口，效率至上的宝绮思。”
“怎么会呢？你以为盖娅、端点星，还有下面这个世界的食物和清水是怎么来的？”
“在盖娅上，”崔维兹说：“排泄物想必和你一样是活生生的。”
“不是活生生，而是具有意识，这两者是有差别的。不过，排泄物的意识层级自然很低。”
崔维兹轻蔑地哼了一声，不过没有答腔。他只是说：“我要到驾驶舱去陪陪电脑，虽然它现在并不需要我。”
裴洛拉特说：“我们能不能跟你一块陪它？我还是很难接受让电脑处理一切，包括自动控制太空船降落，感测其他的船舰或风暴，或是别的什么东西。”
崔维兹开怀大笑。“你一定得想办法适应，拜托。这艘太空船让电脑控制，比由我控制要安全得多——不过当然欢迎，来吧，看看这些过秤谠你只有好处。”
此时他们正在日照面上方，因为就如崔维兹所说，在日光下将电脑中的地图与实景进行比对，要比在黑暗中进行来得简单。
“这个道理显而易见。”裴洛拉特说。
“并非全然显而易见，即使在黑暗中，电脑也能借着地表辐射的红外线，进行同样迅速的判读。然而，波长较长的红外线无法像可见光那样，提供电脑充分的解析度。也就是说，在红外线之下，电脑无法看得那么清晰细腻。如果没有必要，我希望尽量让电脑处理最简单的状况。”
“假如首府在黑夜那边呢？”
“机会是一半一半，”崔维兹说：“就算真是那样，一旦在白昼区完成地图比对，虽然首府在黑夜中，我们仍能准确无误地飞向那里。在距离首府还很远的时候，我们就会截收到许多微波波束，还会收到那里发出的讯息，引导我们到最合适的太空航站，根本没什么好担心的。”
“你确定吗？”宝绮思说：“你们将带我一起下去，但我没有任何证件，也说不出一个这些人晓得的星籍——而且我已下定决心，无论如何不会对他们提到盖娅。所以说，等我们降落之后，如果有人要查我的证件，我们该怎么办？”
崔维兹说：“这种事不太可能发生，人人都会假设在入境站已经检查过了。”
“但如果他们真问起呢？”
“那么等事到临头我们再去面对问题。此时此刻，我们不要凭空制造问题。”
“等我们面对问题的时候，很可能就来不及解决了。”
“我会用我的智慧及时解决，不会来不及。”
“提到智慧，你是怎么让我们顺利通关的？”
崔维兹望着宝绮思，嘴角慢慢扯出一个笑容，看来像个顽皮的少年。“只是用点头脑罢了。”
裴洛拉特说：“你到底是怎么办到的，老友？”
崔维兹说：“只不过找到了求他帮忙的正确法门。我先试着用威胁和不着痕迹的利诱，然后又诉诸他的理智，以及他对基地的忠诚，结果都没有成功。所以我不得不使出最后一招，说你对你的妻子不忠，裴洛拉特。”
“我的妻子？可是，我亲爱的伙伴，我目前并没有妻子啊。”
“这点我知道，可是他不晓得。”
宝绮思说：“我猜你们所谓的‘妻子’，是指男性的褂讪女性伴侣。”
崔维兹说：“比你说的还要复杂些，宝绮思。应该说是个法定的伴侣，由于这种伴侣关系，对方依法获得了某些权利。”
裴洛拉特紧张兮兮地说：“宝绮思，我现在没有妻子，过去有些时候有过，不过都是很久以前的事了。如果你希望举行一个法定的仪式……”
“喔，裴，”宝绮思右手一挥，“我何必在意这种事？我拥有数不清的亲密伴侣，亲密的秤谌有如你的左臂和右臂。只有充满疏离感的孤立体，由于缺乏真正的伴侣，才必须以人为方式约定一个薄弱的代用品。”
“但我就是个孤立体，宝绮思吾爱。”
“你迟早会变得不那么孤立，袭。你也许无法成为真正的盖娅，可是不会再那么孤立，而且你将拥有许许多多的伴侣。”
“我只要你，宝绮思。”裴洛拉特说。
“那是因为你根本不了解，慢慢你就能体会。”
对话进行的同时，崔维兹一直紧盯着显像屏幕，尽量不流露出不耐烦的神情。现在云层已近在眼前，不久之后，四面八方就全是灰蒙蒙的雾气。
微波视讯，他念头一转，电脑便立刻开始侦测雷达回波。层层云雾随即消失不见，屏幕上出现了经过电脑着色的康普隆地表，其中同结构的分界线显得有点模糊不清、摇摆不定。
“是不是一直都会像这样子？”宝绮思问，声音中带着几分惊讶。
“等飘到云层下就不缓笏，到时会再换回可见光。”他的话还没说完，阳光已经着新出现，正常的能见度也恢复了。
“我懂啦——”宝绮思道。然后她转身面对崔维兹，又说：“但我不懂的是，裴有没有欺骗他的妻子，对那个入境站的海关人员来说，又有什么差别呢？”
“我告诉那个叫肯德瑞的家伙，如果他将你扣下，这个消息就可能传回端点星，然后再传到裴洛拉特妻子的耳朵里，那么裴洛拉特就有麻烦了。我没说他会有哪种麻烦，伹我故意说得好像会很糟。男人彼此之间，都有一种同舟共济的默契，”崔维兹咧嘴笑了笑，“男人不会出卖朋友，如果受人之托，他还会拔刀相助。我想其中的道理，是因为助人者人恒助之吧。我猜想——一他以较严肃的口吻补充道：“女性之间应该也有这种默契，但我不是女性，所以从来没机会仔细观察。”
宝绮思的睑孔立刻罩上一层阴霾。“这是个笑话吗？”
“不，我是说真的。”崔维兹答道：“我没有说肯德瑞那家伙放我们走，只是因为想要帮詹诺夫的忙，免得他的妻子生气。我对他说的其他理由都有作用，男性默契只不过是最后一股推波助澜的力量。”
“但这样太可怕了。社会需要靠法规维系，才能结合成为整体。为了一个微不足道的原因，竟然就能漠视法规，这难道不是件严着的事吗？”
“这个嘛，”崔维兹立刻自我辩护：“有些法规本身实在是过于琐碎。在和平而经济繁荣的时代，例如现在——这要归功于基地——没有几个世界会对进出太空规定得太严。而康普隆由于某种原因，却跟不上时代，也许是因为内政方面有外人不得而知的问题，我们又何必蒙受其害呢？”
“话不是这么说，如果我们只遵循自己认为公正、合理的法规，就不会有任何法规能够成立，因为不论哪条法规，都会有人认为是不公正、不合理的。假如我们想要追求个人心目中的利益，对于那些碍事的法规，我们永远有办法找到理由认为它不公正、不合理。这原来可能只是精明的投机伎俩，结果却会导致失序和灾难。即使是那些精明的投机分子，也不会得到任何好处，因为在社会崩溃之后，是没有任何人能幸存的。”
崔维兹说：“任何一个社会都不会轻易崩溃，你足以盖娅的身分说话，而盖娅不可能了解自由个体的结合方式。建立在公理与正义之上的法规，随着环境的变迁，虽然已经不再适用，但是由于社会的惯性，却很可能继续存在。这时候，我们打破这些法规，等于宣告它们已经过时，甚至是有害的。这样做不但正确，更是一种建设性的行动。”
“这么说的话，每个窃贼和杀人犯都可辩称是为人群服务。”
“你说的太极端了。在盖娅这个超有机体中，对于社会的准则有种自发的共识，因此没有任何成员会想违背。其实我们还下如说，盖娅是一滩陈腐僵化的死水。在自由个体结合成的社会中，不可否认存在着脱序的因素，但若想要诱发创新和变化，这却是不可避免的代价——就整体而言，这是个合理的代价。”
宝绮思将声音提高八度说：“如果你认为盖娅陈腐僵化，那你就是大错特错。我们的一举一动、我们的行事方法、我们的各种观点，都在不断接受自我检视。它们绝不会毫无道理，只是由于惯性而残存至今。盖娅借着经验和思考来学习，因此在有需要的时候，便会进行调适和改变。”
“尽避你这么说，自我检视和学习的过程却一定很慢，因为盖娅上除了盖娅还是盖娅。然而，在自由社会中，即使大多数成员同意某件事，一定还会有少数人反对。某些情况下，那些少数也许才是对的，只要他们够聪明、够积极，而且观点的确够正确，他们就会获得最后胜利，被后人奉为英雄。例如使心理史学臻于完美境界的哈里·谢顿，他有勇气以自己的学说对抗整个银河帝国，结果最后的胜利果然属于他。”
“他的胜利到此为止，崔维兹。他所计划的第二帝国不会实现，盖娅星系将取而代之。”
“会吗？”崔维兹绷着脸说。
“这是你自己的决定。不论你在跟我辩论的时候多么偏袒孤立体，甚至赞成他们有做蠢事和犯罪的自由，可是在你内心深处某个暗角，仍然隐藏着一点灵光，驱使你在抉择的时候同意我／我们／盖娅的看法。”
“我内心深处所隐藏的，”崔维兹的脸色更加难看，“正是我所要寻找的东西——而那里，就是我的第一站。”他指着显像屏幕，画面是展开在地平线上的一座大城市。在一群低矮的建筑物中，偶尔有一两栋较为高耸，四周则环绕着点缀有薄霜的褐色田野。
裴洛拉特摇了摇头。“太糟了，我本想在降落时欣赏一下风景，结果只顾听你们的争论。”
崔维兹说：“不要紧，詹诺夫。当我们离开的时候，你还有一次机会。我答应你到时一定闭上嘴巴，只要你能说服宝绮思也别张嘴。”
接着远星号便缓缓下降，循着导航微波束，降落在某个太空航站中。
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当肯德瑞回到入境站，目送远星号离去的时候，他的表情相当凝着。到了快交班时，他仍然显得十分沮丧。
此时他正坐在餐桌前吃今天的最后一餐。一位同事在他身边坐下，那人身材瘦长，两眼生得很开，稀疏的头发颜色相当淡，金色的眉毛不仔细看根本看不出来。
“有什么不对劲，肯？”那位同事问。
肯德瑞噘了一下嘴，然后说：“刚刚通过的是一艘着力太空船，盖堤思。”
“样子古怪，零放射性的那艘？”
“那就是它没有放射性的原因，它靠着力推动，根本不用燃料。”
扒堤思点了点头。“就是我们奉命注意的那艘，是吗？”
“是的。”
“结果给你碰到了，让你成为那个幸运儿。”
“没那么幸运，上面有个女的没带身分证件——我没有告发她。”
“什么？喂，千万别跟我讲，我可不要知道，一个字也不要再听。你或许是个好兄弟，但我可不想在事后成为共犯。”
“我不担心这一点，不是很担心。我必须将那艘太空船送下去，他们想要那艘着力太空船，或任何一艘着力航具，你是知道的。”
“当然，但你至少可以告发那个女的。”
“我不想这么做。她没结婚，她只是被拿来——拿来用用而已。”
“上面有多少男的？”
“两个。”
“而他们只拿她一个来——来做那件事。他们一定是端点星来的。”
“没错。”
“端点星的人行为都很不检点。”
“没错。”
“真恶心，他们竟然还相安无事。”
“其中一个已经结婚，他不想让他老婆知道。如果我告发她，他老婆就会发现这件事。”
“她不是在端点星吗？”
“当然啦，可是她总有办法知道。”
“如果让他老婆发现了，那是他活该。”
“我同意，可是我不愿意做那个恶人。”
“你没报告这件事，他们一定会好好修理你。不想给一个家伙惹麻烦，这不能算借口。”
“换成你，你会告发他吗？l
“我必须这么做，我想。”
“不，你不会。政府希望得到那艘太空船，假如我坚持告发那个女的，两个男的一定不会想降落，而会飞往其他行星，政府不会希望看到这种结果。”
“可是他们会相信你吗？”
“我想应该会——还是个很可爱的女人，想想看，像这样一个女人，竟然愿意陪两个男人同行，而已婚的男人又有胆量利用这种机会——你可知道，这实在很诱惑人。”
“我想你不会希望尊夫人听到你刚说的话，甚至只是知道你有这种想法。”
肯德瑞气冲冲地说：“谁会去告诉她？你？”
“得了吧，你自己心里明白。”盖堤思的愤慨很快就消退，他又说：“这样做对那些家伙没好处，我是说，你就这样让他们通关。”
“我知道。”
“下面的人很快就会发现。就算你侥幸不受处罚，他们可不会那么幸运。”
“我知道，”肯德瑞说：“我替他们感到遗憾。不管那个女的带给他们多少麻烦，跟那艘太空船比较之下，简直就是微不足道。那个船长说了些……”
肯德瑞突然住口，盖堤思急忙问道：“说些什么？”
“算了，”肯德瑞说：“如果传出去，倒霉的是我。”
“我不会告诉任何人。”
“我也不会，不过，我还是替那两位端点星来的感到遗憾。”
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任何一个经历过太空旅程，体验过那种单调的人，都知道太空飞行真正令人兴奋的时刻，就是即将降落另一颗行星之前。此时向下望去，地表景观迅疾后退，可以不时瞥见陆地、湖海，以及像是几何图形的田野与道路。这时肉眼已能分辨各种色彩，包括绿色的植物、灰色的混凝土、褐色的旷野、白色的积雪等等。而其中最令人感到兴奋的，则是看到人群聚集处。在每个世界上，城镇都各有各的特殊几何构图与建筑特色。
假如乘坐的是普通的太空船，还能体会到着陆以及在跑道上滑行的兴奋。而远星号的情况则不同，它缓缓地飘浮在空中，很技巧地平衡了着力与空气阻力，最后静止在太空航站正上方。由于此刻风速很高，使得着陆的困难度相对增加。如果将远星号的着力响应调得很低，不单它的着量会减到不可思议的秤谌，就连质量亦将同时降低。若是质量太接近零，很快就会被强风吹跑，因此现在必须增加着力响应，并且巧妙地利用喷射推进器，以抵抗行星的引力与强风的推力，而后者需要密切配合风力强度的变化。若是没有一台称职的电脑，绝不可能顺利做到这点。
远星号不断往下降，其间难免需要小幅修正方向，最后终于落在航站标示出的指定地点。
当远星号降落时，天空是一片苍蓝，还掺杂着些惨白的色彩。他们到达地面后，风速几乎丝毫未减，虽然不会再有飞航安全的威胁，强风带来的寒意仍令崔维兹退避三舍。他立刻明白，他们备用的衣物完全不适于康普隆的气候。
反之，裴洛拉特却四处观望，露出一副十分欣赏的神情，还津津有味地深深吸了口气，好像陶醉在刺骨的寒风中——至少暂时如此。他甚至故意拉开大衣，好让风吹进他的胸膛。他知道，不久就得再把大衣拉起来，裹紧围巾，不过现在他要感受大气的存在，这是在太空艇中无法体验的。
宝绮思用大衣紧紧裹住身体，还用带着手套的双手把帽子拉低，盖住两只耳朵。她的五官皱成一团，一副可怜兮兮的模样，眼泪似乎都快掉出来了。
她喃喃抱怨道：“这是个邪恶的世界，它憎恨、虐待我们。”
“并不尽然，宝绮思吾爱，”裴洛拉特态度认真地答道：“我确定此地居民都喜欢这个世界，而这个世界——呃，如果照你的说法来说——也喜欢他们。我们很快就要进入室内，里面一定很暖和。”
他突然想起该怎么做，赶紧敞开大衣将她围住，她则紧紧靠在他胸前。
崔维兹尽量不理会寒冷的温度。他从航站管理局取得一张磁卡，再用口袋型电脑检查了一下资料是否齐备——包括停泊的位址、太空艇番号与发动机号码等等。他四下查看了一遍，确定太空艇绝对安全，然后买了最高额的意外险（其实根本没用，因为就康普隆的科技水准而言，看来还无法对远星号构成威胁；万一事实并非如此，那么不论花多大的代价，也根本不可能修复得了）　。
崔维兹在预期的地方找到了计程车站。（通常太空航站的许多设施，不论是位置、外观或使用方法，都已经全部标准化；既然旅客来自各个世界，这当然是有必要的。）他打出召唤计程车的讯号，但只按下“市区”作为目的地。
一辆计程车顺着反磁路轨滑到他们面前，车身被风吹得轻微飘动，同时还不停发颤，那是被声音不小的发动机带动的。这辆计程车的外表是深灰色，后门贴着白色的计程车徽，司机穿着黑色外套，头上戴着一顶白色毛皮帽。
裴洛拉特若有所感，轻声道：“这个行星似乎偏爱黑白两色。”
崔维兹说：“到了市区里，也许会比较多采多姿。”
司机对着一个小型微音器讲话，可能是为了省去开关车窗的麻烦。“到市区去吗，三位？”
他讲的银河方言音韵虽有些单调，但听来相当动人，而且不难懂。在一个陌生的世界上，这总是能令人大松口气。
崔维兹答道：“是的。”后车门便立刻滑开。
宝绮思先坐进去，接着是裴洛拉特，最后才是崔维兹。车门关上之后，一股暖气流向上涌来。
宝绮思搓了搓双手，长长吁了口气。
车子慢慢开出航站，司机问道：“你们乘的那艘是着力太空船，对吗？”
崔维兹冷冷地说：“照它降落的方式看来，你还会怀疑吗？”
司机说：“那么，它是从端点星来的喽？”
崔维兹说：“你还知道哪个世界会造这种太空船？”
司机一面将计程车加速，一面似乎在咀嚼对方的回答。然后他说：“你总是用问句来回答问题吗？”
崔维兹忍不住说：“有何不可？”
“这样的话，假如我问你，你的名字是不是葛兰·崔维兹，你会怎么回答？”
“我会回答：你为何要问？”
计程车在太空航站外停下来，那司机说：“好奇！我再问一遍：你是不是葛兰崔维兹？”
“关你什么事？”崔维兹的声音变得严厉而充满敌意。
“朋友，”司机说：“我们就停在这里，直到你回答这个问题为止。而如果你在两秒钟内，不明确地回答是或不是，我便将乘客隔间的暖气关掉，我们就一直这样耗下去。我再问一遍，你是不是葛兰·崔维兹，端点星的议员？假如你的回答早否定的，你必须拿出身分证件让我看看。”
崔维兹说：“是的，我是葛兰·崔维兹。身为基地的议员，我希望受到与我身分相符的礼遇。你要是不这么做，我会让你吃不了兜着走，老兄，怎么样？”
“现在我们可以带着比较轻松的心情上路。”计程车继续向前开去，“我很仔细地选择乘客，我本来该接的只有两位男士，没料到竟然还多个女的，所以有可能是我弄错了。不过就算是三个人，只要我接到的是你，等我们到达目的地之后，要怎么交代这个女的，那是你自己的事。”
“你不知道我的目的地。”
“我恰巧知道，你要去运输部。”
“我不是要去那里。”
“这一点都不着要，议员先生。假如我真是计程车司机，我自然会载你到你要去的地方；既然我不是，我就要载你到我要你去的地方。”
“对不起，”裴洛拉特俯身向前，“你当然应该是计程车司机，你开的是计程车。”
“谁都可能开计程车，伹不是每个人都有执照，也不是每辆看来像计程车的都是计程车。”
崔维兹说：“别再玩游戏了。你是谁？你到底在做什么？别忘了你得将这一切向基地交代清楚。”
“不是我得交代，”那司机说：“也许是我的上级吧。我是康普隆安全局的人，奉上级的命令，以完全合乎你身分地位的方式接待你，伹你必须跟我走。请凡事三思而后行，因为这辆车备有武装，而我奉命遇到攻击必须自卫。”
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计程车加速到经济速率之后，车身变得绝对平稳而安静。崔维兹坐在那里一动不动，似乎全身都僵住了。他虽然没看裴洛拉特，也晓得他不时望向自己，脸上带着不安的表情，彷佛在说：“我们现在该怎么办？请告诉我。”
至于宝绮思，崔维兹只是很快瞥了一眼，就知道她冷静地端坐着，显然根本不在乎。当然，她本身就是整个世界，虽然与盖娅有天文数字的距离，所有的盖娅仍然裹在她的皮囊中。在真正紧急的情况下，她还有个稳当的靠山。
可是，到底发生了什么事？
显然，入境站的那个海关人员循例将他的报告送了下来——不过没提到宝绮思。这份报告引起安全人员的兴趣，甚趾蟋运输部的人也插了一脚。但是为什么呢？
现在是太平时期，据他所知，康普隆与基地之间没有特殊的紧张关系。而自己又是基地的着要官员……
慢着，他曾经告诉那个海关人员——肯德瑞，说他有着要的公事要与康普隆政府交涉，为了顺利通关，他特别强调这点。肯德瑞的报告中一定也提到这件事，这当然会引起各方面的注意。
他未曾预料到会有这个结果，他早该想到的。
那么，他那所谓料事如神的本领呢？难道他开始相信自己是个黑盒子，就像盖娅认为的那样（或者声称那么认为）？是否由于建立在迷信上的过度自信不断膨胀，使自己陷入泥沼不能自拔？
他怎么会突然变得那么蠢？他一生之中难道没犯过错吗？他能预知明日的天气吗？他在赌运气的游戏中大赢过吗？答案都是否定的、否定的、否定的。
那么，是不是只有对尚在酝酿中的大事，他的看法才会永远正确？他又怎能分辨呢？
算了吧！反正当初他只不过是提到，自己身负着要的公务——不，他用的字眼是“基地安全事宜”……
那么，光是他为基地安全事宜而来这一点——而且是秘密行动，事先未曾知会对方——没错，就足以引起他们的注意。但他们在弄明白究竟之前，行动一定会万分谨慎，应该对自己相当礼遇，将自己奉为上宾。他们不该使用绑架的手法，还对自己威胁恫吓。
但他们正是这样做，为什么呢？
是什么因素，让他们自认已有足够强大的力量，胆敢采取这种方式对待端点星的议员？
贬不会是地球？会不会是那个将起源世界成功隐藏起来的力量？甚至第二基地那些伟大的精神学家，也都不是它的对手。如今，是不是他刚踏上寻找地球的第一站，这个力量就先发制人？地球难道无所不知、无不能吗？
崔维兹摇了摇头，这样子会导致妄想。难道要将每件事都记到地球的帐上？难道他遇到的每一个古怪行动、每一条歧路、每一项情势的逆转，都是地球秘密策划的结果？一旦开始有这样的想法，他就已经不战而败。
这时，他觉得车子开始减速，思绪一下子被拉回现实。
他突然想到，在他们通过市区的时候，他连一眼也没有往外瞧过。他匆匆四下望了望，发现建筑物都相当矮。伹这是个寒冷的行星，建筑结构想必大部分都在地下。
他看不到任何一丝色彩，这似乎跟人类的天性不合。
偶尔他才会瞥见一个行人，全身上下裹得紧紧的。不过，人群或许也跟建筑物一样，大多数都在地底。
计程车在一座低矮、宽阔、位于洼地的建筑物前停下，崔维兹此时还看不到它的底层。过了一阵子，车子仍旧停在该处，司机自己也文风不动，他的高筒白帽几乎碰到车顶。
崔维兹突然冒出一个疑问，这司机要怎样进出车子，才不会将帽子碰掉？然后他说：“好啦，司机，现在怎么样？”他压抑着怒气，表现出任何一位受辱的高傲官员所应表现的样子。
康普隆人用来隔开司机与乘客的力场棒板绝不落后，声波完全能通过这个闪烁的无形力场。不过崔维兹相当肯定，有形物质若非带有巨大能量，是绝对不可能穿透的。
司机说：“有人会上来接你们，现在好好坐着，放轻松点。”
他的话还没说完，就有三个人从建筑物所在的洼地缓缓、稳稳地冒出来。先是头部，接着，他们身体的其他部分才逐一出现，显然三人是乘坐类似自动扶梯的装置上来的。不过从崔维兹现在的位置，还无法看清楚那个装置。
那三个人走近时，计程车的客用车门便被打开，大量的冷空气立刻涌进车内。
崔维兹走出车子，顺手将大衣一路拉到领口。另外两人也跟着他下了车——宝绮思显得很不情愿。
三个康普隆人完全看不出身材，因为他们穿的衣服鼓胀得像气球，里面也许还有电暖配备。崔维兹对这种服装很不以为然，它们在端点星几乎派不上用场。有一年冬天，他从邻近的安纳克瑞昂借来一件电暖大衣，结果发现它会一直慢慢加温，等他觉得太热的时候，已经出了一身大汗，令他浑身下舒服。
三名康普隆人走近时，崔维兹注意到他们都带着武器，心中不禁十分恼怒。这三人不仅无意掩饰，反而还在外衣上大刺刺挂着一个皮套，里面装着一只惹眼的手铳。
其中一名康普隆人走到崔维兹面前，粗声道：“失礼了，议员先生。”然后以粗鲁的动作拉开他的大衣，双手伸进去，很快将崔维兹的上下左右、前胸后背，以及两条大腿摸索了一递，接着还将崔维兹的大衣甩了甩又摸了摸。崔维兹被突如其来的举动吓得不知所措，直到一切完毕，才明白被人迅速又有效率地搜了身。
裴洛拉特拉长下巴，扭曲着嘴角，任由另一个康普隆人对他进行类似的羞辱。
第三个康普隆人正走向宝绮思，但她早有心理准备，不等对方伸出手来，便将大衣猛然褪下，身上只剩一层单薄的衣裳，就这样站在呼啸的寒风中。
她说：“你能看出我没有任何武装。”冰冷的声音恰似四周的低温。
的确，任何人都看得出来。那个康普隆人抖了抖她的大衣，好像从它的着量就能判断是否藏有武器——或许他真有这个本事——然后退了开来。
宝绮思匆匆将大衣套上。一时之间，崔维兹对她的行动不禁肃然起敬。他知道她有多怕冷，但她刚才穿着宽松而单薄的上衣长裤站在那里，却一点也没有发抖或打颤。（但他又不禁怀疑，在紧急情况下，她是不是能从盖娅的其他部分吸取一些温暖。）
其中一个康普隆人做了个手势，三位外星人士便跟着他走，另外两个康普隆人走在他们后面。此时街上有一两个行人，根本懒得向这里多望一眼。也许他们对这种事司空见惯，更可能因为他们心中只有一个念头，那就是尽快走到室内的某个目的地。
崔维兹现在才知道，那三个康普隆人刚才是乘滑动坡道上来的，现在他们一行六人则顺着坡道下滑。接着他们又通过一道闸门——看来简直跟太空船的气闸一样复杂，不过显然并非为了锁住空气，而是避免热气外逸。
然后，他们立刻置身在一座巨大的建筑物中。

Chapter 5: Struggle for the Ship
17Trevize's first impression was that he was on the set ofa hyperdrama specifically, that of a historical romance of Imperialdays. There was a particular set, with few variations (perhaps only oneexisted and was used by every hyperdrama producer, for all he knew),that represented the great world-girdling planet-city of Trantor inits prime.
There were the large spaces, the busy scurry of pedestrians, thesmall vehicles speeding along the lanes reserved for them.
Trevize looked up, almost expecting to see air-taxis climbing into dimvaulted recesses, but that at least was absent. In fact, as his initialastonishment subsided, it was clear that the building was far smallerthan one would expect on Trantor. It was only a buildingand not part of a complex that stretched unbroken for thousands of milesin every direction.
The colors were different, too. On the hyperdramas, Trantor wasalways depicted as impossibly garish in coloring and the clothing was,if taken literally, thoroughly impractical and unserviceable. However,all those colors and frills were meant to serve a symbolic purpose forthey indicated the decadence (a view that was obligatory, these days)of the Empire, and of Trantor particularly.
If that were so, however, Comporellon was the very reverse of decadent,for the color scheme that Pelorat had remarked upon at the spaceportwas here borne out.
The walls were in shades of gray, the ceilings white, the clothingof the population in black, gray, and white. Occasionally, there was anall-black costume; even more occasionally, an all-gray; never an all-whitethat Trevize could see. The pattern was always different, however,as though people, deprived of color, still managed, irrepressibly,to find ways of asserting individuality.
Faces tended to be expressionless or, if not that, then grim. Womenwore their hair short; men longer, but pulled backward into shortqueues. No one looked at anyone else as he or she passed. Everyone seemedto breathe a purposefulness, as though there was definite businesson each mind and room for nothing else. Men and women dressed alike,with only length of hair and the slight bulge of breast and width ofhip marking the difference.
The three were guided into an elevator that went down fivelevels. There they emerged and were moved on to a door on which thereappeared in small and unobtrusive lettering, white on gray, "MitzaLizalor, MinTrans."The Comporellian in the lead touched the lettering, which, after amoment, glowed in response. The door opened and they walked in.
It was a large room and rather empty, the bareness of content serving,perhaps, as a kind of conspicuous consumption of space designed to showthe power of the occupant.
Two guards stood against the far wall, faces expressionless andeyes firmly fixed on those entering. A large desk filled the center ofthe room, set perhaps just a little back of center. Behind the deskwas, presumably, Mitza Lizalor, large of body, smooth of face, darkof eyes. Two strong and capable hands with long, square-ended fingersrested on the desk.
The MinTrans (Minister of Transportation, Trevize assumed) had thelapels of the outer garment a broad and dazzling white against thedark gray of the rest of the costume. The double bar of white extendeddiagonally below the lapels, across the garment itself and crossing atthe center of the chest. Trevize could see that although the garment wascut in such a fashion as to obscure the swelling of a woman's breastson either side, the white X called attention to them.
The Minister was undoubtedly a woman. Even if her breasts were ignored,her short hair showed it, and though there was no makeup on her face,her features showed it, too.
Her voice, too, was indisputably feminine, a rich contralto.
She said, "Good afternoon. It is not often that we are honoredby a visit of men from Terminus. And of an unreported woman aswell." Her eyes passed from one to another, then settled on Trevize,who was standing stiffly and frowningly erect. "And one of the men amember of the Council, too.""A Councilman of the Foundation," said Trevize, trying to makehis voice ring. "Councilman Golan Trevize on a mission from theFoundation.""On a mission?" The Minister's eyebrows rose.
"On a mission," repeated Trevize. "Why, then, are we being treated asfelons? Why have we been taken into custody by armed guards and broughthere as prisoners? The Council of the Foundation, I hope you understand,will not be pleased to hear of this.""And in any case," said Bliss, her voice seeming a touch shrill incomparison with that of the older woman, "are we to remain standingindefinitely?"The Minister gazed coolly at Bliss for a long moment, then raised anarm and said, "Three chairs! Now!"A door opened and three men, dressed in the usual somber Comporellianfashion, brought in three chairs at a semitrot. The three people standingbefore the desk sat down.
"There," said the Minister, with a wintry smile, "are wecomfortable?"Trevize thought not. The chairs were uncushioned, cold to the touch,flat of surface and back, making no compromise with the shape of thebody. He said, "Why are we here?"The Minister consulted papers lying on her desk. "I will explainas soon as I am certain of my facts. Your ship is the Far Star out of Terminus. Is that correct, Councilman?""It is."The Minister looked up. "I used your title, Councilman. Will you,as a courtesy, use mine?""Would Madam Minister be sufficient? Or is there an honorific?""No honorific, sir, and you need not double your words. `Minister'
is sufficient, or `Madam' if you weary of repetition.""Then my answer to your question is: It is, Minister.""The captain of the ship is Golan Trevize, citizen of the Foundationand member of the Council on Terminus a freshman Councilman,actually. And you are Trevize. Am I correct in all this, Councilman?""You are, Minister. And since I am a citizen of theFoundation ""I am not yet done, Councilman. Save your objections till Iam. Accompanying you is Janov Pelorat, scholar, historian, and citizenof the Foundation. And that is you, is it not, Dr. Pelorat?"Pelorat could not suppress a slight start as the Minister turnedher keen glance on him. He said, "Yes, it is, my d " He paused,and began again, "Yes, it is, Minister."The Minister clasped her hands stiffly. "There is no mention in thereport that has been forwarded to me of a woman. Is this woman a memberof the ship's complement?""She is, Minister," said Trevize.
"Then I address myself to the woman. Your name?""I am known as Bliss," said Bliss, sitting erectly and speakingwith calm clarity, "though my full name is longer, madam. Do you wishit all?""I will be content with Bliss for the moment. Are you a citizen ofthe Foundation, Bliss?""I am not, madam.""Of what world are you a citizen, Bliss?""I have no documents attesting to citizenship with respect to anyworld, madam.""No papers, Bliss?" She made a small mark on the papers beforeher. "That fact is noted. What is it you are doing on board the ship?""I am a passenger, madam.""Did either Councilman Trevize or Dr. Pelorat ask to see your papersbefore you boarded, Bliss?""No, madam.""Did you inform them that you were without papers, Bliss?""No, madam.""What is your function on board ship, Bliss? Does your name suityour function?"Bliss said proudly, "I am a passenger and have no other function."Trevize broke in. "Why are you badgering this woman, Minister? Whatlaw has she broken?"Minister Lizalor's eyes shifted from Bliss to Trevize. She said, "Youare an Outworlder, Councilman, and do not know our laws. Nevertheless,you are subject to them if you choose to visit our world. You do notbring your laws with you; that is a general rule of Galactic law,I believe.""Granted, Minister, but that doesn't tell me which of your laws shehas broken.""It is a general rule in the Galaxy, Councilman, that a visitor froma world outside the dominions of the world she is visiting have heridentification papers with her. Many worlds are lax in this respect,valuing tourism, or indifferent to the rule of order. We of Comporellonare not. We are a world of law and rigid in its application. She is aworldless person, and as such, breaks our law."Trevize said, "She had no choice in the matter. I was piloting theship, and I brought it down to Comporellon. She had to accompany us,Minister, or do you suggest she should have asked to be jettisonedin space?""This merely means that you, too, have broken our law, Councilman.""No, that is not so, Minister. I am not an Outworlder. I am a citizenof the Foundation, and Comporellon and the worlds subject to it arean Associated Power of the Foundation. As a citizen of the Foundation,I can travel freely here.""Certainly, Councilman, as long as you have documentation to provethat you are indeed a citizen of the Foundation.""Which I do, Minister.""Yet even as citizen of the Foundation, you do not have the right tobreak our law by bringing a worldless person with you."Trevize hesitated. Clearly, the border guard, Kendray, had notkept faith with him, so there was no point in protecting him. He said,"We were not stopped at the immigration station and I considered thatimplicit permission to bring this woman with me, Minister.""It is true you were not stopped, Councilman. It is true thewoman war not reported by the immigration authorities and was passedthrough. I can suspect, however, that the officials at the entry stationdecided and quite correctly that it was more important to getyour ship to the surface than to worry about a worldless person. Whatthey did was, strictly speaking, an infraction of the rules, and thematter will have to be dealt with in the proper fashion, but I have nodoubt that the decision will be that the infraction was justified. Weare a world of rigid law, Councilman, but we are not rigid beyond thedictates of reason."Trevize said at once, "Then I call upon reason to bend your rigor now,Minister. If, indeed, you received no information from the immigrationstation to the effect that a worldless person was on board ship, then youhad no knowledge that we were breaking any law at the time we landed. Yetit is quite apparent that you were prepared to take us into custodythe moment we landed, and you did, in fact, do so. Why did you do so,when you had no reason to think any law was being broken?"The Minister smiled. "I understand your confusion, Councilman. Pleaselet me assure you that whatever knowledge we had gained or had notgained as to the worldless condition of your passenger had nothingto do with your being taken into custody. We are acting on behalf of theFoundation, of which, as you point out, we are an Associated Power."Trevize stared at her. "But that's impossible, Minister. It's evenworse. It's ridiculous."The Minister's chuckle was like the smooth flow of honey. She said,"I am interested in the way you consider it worse to be ridiculous thanimpossible, Councilman. I agree with you there. Unfortunately for you,however, it is neither. Why should it be?""Because I am an official of the Foundation government, on a missionfor them, and it is absolutely inconceivable that they would wish toarrest me, or that they would even have the power to do so, since I havelegislative immunity.""Ah, you omit my title, but you are deeply moved and that is perhapsforgivable. Still, I am not asked to arrest you directly. I do so onlythat I may carry out what I am asked to do, Councilman.""Which is, Minister?" said Trevize, trying to keep his emotion undercontrol in the face of this formidable woman.
"Which is to commandeer your ship, Councilman, and return it to theFoundation.""What?""Again you omit my title, Councilman. That is very slipshod of youand no way to press your own case. The ship is not yours, I presume. Wasit designed by you, or built by you, or paid for by you?""Of course not, Minister. It was assigned to me by the Foundationgovernment.""Then, presumably, the Foundation government has the right to cancelthat assignment, Councilman. It is a valuable ship, I imagine."Trevize did not answer.
The Minister said, "It is a gravitic ship, Councilman. There cannotbe many and even the Foundation must have but a very few. They mustregret having assigned one of those very few to you. Perhaps you canpersuade them to assign you another and less valuable ship that willnevertheless amply, suffice for your mission. But we must havethe ship in which you have arrived.""No, Minister, I cannot give up the ship. I cannot believe theFoundation asks it of you."The Minister smiled. "Not of me solely, Councilman. Not of Comporellon,specifically. We have reason to believe that the request was sent out toevery one of the many worlds and regions under Foundation jurisdictionor association. From this, I deduce that the Foundation does not knowyour itinerary and is seeking you with a certain angry vigor. From whichI further deduce that you have no mission to deal with Comporellon onbehalf of the Foundation since in that case they would know whereyou were and deal with us specifically. In short, Councilman, you havebeen lying to me."Trevize said, with a certain difficulty, "I would like to see a copyof request you have received from the Foundation government, Minister. Ientitled, I think, to that.""Certainly, if all this comes to legal action. We take our legal formsvery seriously, Councilman, and your rights will be fully protected,I assure you. It would be better and easier, however, if we come to anagreement here without the publicity and delay of legal action. We wouldprefer that, and, I am certain, so would the Foundation, which cannotwish the Galaxy at large to know of a runaway Legislator. That would putthe Foundation in a ridiculous light, and, by your estimate and mine,that would be worse than impossible."Trevize was again silent.
The Minister waited a moment, then went on, as imperturbable asever. "Come, Councilman, either way, by informal agreement or by legalaction, we intend to have the ship. The penalty for bringing in aworldless passenger will depend on which route we take. Demand the lawand she will represent an additional point against you and you will allsuffer the full punishment for the crime, and that will not be light,I assure you. Come to an agreement, and your passenger can be sent awayby commercial flight to any destination she wishes, and, for that matter,you two can accompany her, if you wish. Or, if the Foundation is willing,we can supply you with one of our own ships, a perfectly adequateone, provided, of course, that the Foundation will replace it with anequivalent ship of their own. Or, if, for any reason, you do not wish toreturn to Foundation-controlled territory, we might be willing to offeryou refuge here and, perhaps, eventual Comporellian citizenship. You see,you have many possibilities of gain if you come to a friendly arrangement,but none at all if you insist on your legal rights."Trevize said, "Minister, you are too eager. You promise what you cannotdo. You cannot offer me refuge in the face of a Foundation request thatI be delivered to them."The Minister said, "Councilman, I never promise what I cannot do. TheFoundation's request is only for the ship. They make no request concerningyou as an individual, or for anyone else on the ship. Their sole requestis for the vessel."Trevize glanced quickly at Bliss, and said, "May I have yourpermission, Minister, to consult with Dr. Pelorat and Miss Bliss for ashort while?""Certainly, Councilman. You may have fifteen minutes.""Privately, Minister.""You will be led to a room and, after fifteen minutes, you will be ledback, Councilman. You will not be interfered with while you are therenor will we attempt to monitor your conversation. You have my word onthat and I keep my word. However, you will be adequately guarded so donot be so foolish as to think of escaping.""We understand, Minister.""And when you come back, we will expect your free agreement to giveup the ship. Otherwise, the law will take its course, and it will bemuch the worse for all of you, Councilman. Is that understood?""That is understood, Minister," said Trevize, keeping his rage undertight control, since its expression would do him no good at all.
18It was a small room, but it was well lighted. Itcontained a couch and two chairs, and one could hear the soft sound ofa ventilating fan. On the whole, it was clearly more comfortable thanthe Minister's large and sterile office.
A guard had led them there, grave and tall, his hand hovering nearthe butt of his blaster. He remained outside the door as they enteredand said, in a heavy voice, "You have fifteen minutes."He had no sooner said that than the door slid shut, with a thud.
Trevize said, "I can only hope that we can't be overheard."Pelorat said, "She did give us her word, Golan.""You judge others by yourself, Janov. Her so-called `word' will notsuffice. She will break it without hesitation if she wants to.""It doesn't matter," said Bliss. "I can shield this place.""You have a shielding device?" asked Pelorat.
Bliss smiled, with a sudden flash of white teeth. "Gaia's mind is ashielding device, Pel. It's an enormous mind.""We are here," said Trevize angrily, "because of the limitations ofthat enormous mind.""What do you mean?" said Bliss.
"When the triple confrontation broke up, you withdrew me from theminds of both the Mayor and that Second Foundationer, Gendibal. Neitherwas to think of me again, except distantly and indifferently. I was tobe left to myself.""We had to do that," said Bliss. "You are our most importantresource.""Yes. Golan Trevize, the ever-right. But you did not withdraw my shipfrom their minds, did you? Mayor Branno did not ask for me; she had nointerest in me, but she did ask for the ship. She has notforgotten the ship."Bliss frowned.
Trevize said, "Think about it. Gaia casually assumed that I included myship; that we were a unit. If Branno didn't think of me, she wouldn'tthink of the ship. The trouble is that Gaia doesn't understandindividuality. It thought of the ship and me as a single organism,and it was wrong to think that."Bliss said softly, "That is possible.""Well, then," said Trevize flatly, "it's up to you to rectify thatmistake. I must have my gravitic ship and my computer. Nothing elsewill do. Therefore, Bliss, make sure that I keep the ship. You cancontrol minds.""Yes, Trevize, but we do not exercise that control lightly. Wedid it in connection with the triple confrontation, but do youknow how long that confrontation was planned? Calculated? Weighed?
It took literally many years. I cannot simply walk up to awoman and adjust the mind to suit someone's convenience.""Is this a time "Bliss went on forcefully. "If I began to follow such a course ofaction, where do we stop? I might have influenced the agent's mind atthe entry station and we would have passed through at once. I mighthave influenced the agent's mind in the vehicle, and he would have letus go.""Well, since you mention it, why didn't you do these things?""Because we don't know where it would lead. We don't know the sideeffects, which may well turn out to make the situation worse. If I adjustthe Minister's mind now, that will affect her dealings with others withwhom she will come in contact and, since she is a high official in hergovernment, it may affect interstellar relations. Until such time asthe matter is thoroughly worked out, we dare not touch her mind.""Then why are you with us?""Because the time may come when your life is threatened. I must protectyour life at all costs, even at the cost of my Pel or of myself. Yourlife was not threatened at the entry station. It is not threatenednow. You must work this out for yourself, and do so at least until Gaiacan estimate the consequence of some sort of action and take it."Trevize fell into a period of thought. Then he said, "In that case,I have to try something. It may not work."The door moved open, thwacking into its socket as noisily as ithad closed.
The guard said, "Come out."As they emerged, Pelorat whispered, "What are you going to do,Golan?"Trevize shook his head and whispered, "I'm not entirely sure. I willhave to improvise."19Minister Lizalor was still at her desk when they returnedto her office. Her face broke into a grim smile as they walked in.
She said, "I trust, Councilman Trevize, that you have returned totell me that you are giving up this Foundation ship you have.""I have come, Minister," said Trevize calmly, "to discuss terms.""There are no terms to discuss, Councilman. A trial, if you insiston one, can be arranged very quickly and would be carried through evenmore quickly. I guarantee your conviction even in a perfectly fairtrial since your guilt in bringing in a worldless person is obviousand indisputable. After that, we will be legally justified in seizingthe ship and you three would suffer heavy penalties. Don't force thosepenalties on yourself just to delay us for a day.""Nevertheless, there are terms to discuss, Minister, because nomatter how quickly you convict us, you cannot seize the ship without myconsent. Any attempt you make to force your way into the ship withoutme will destroy it, and the spaceport with it, and every human beingin the spaceport. This will surely infuriate the Foundation, somethingyou dare not do. Threatening us or mistreating us in order to forceme to open the ship is surely against your law, and if you break yourown law in desperation and subject us to torture or even to a periodof cruel and unusual imprisonment, the Foundation will find out aboutit and they will be even more furious. However much they want the shipthey cannot allow a precedent that would permit the mistreatment ofFoundation citizens. Shall we talk terms?""This is all nonsense," said the Minister, scowling. "If necessary,we will call in the Foundation itself. They will know how to open theirown ship, or they will force you to open it."Trevize said, "You do not use my title, Minister, but you areemotionally moved, so that is perhaps forgivable. You know that thevery last thing you will do is call in the Foundation, since you haveno intention of delivering the ship to them."The smile faded from the Minister's face. "What nonsense is this,Councilman?""The kind of nonsense, Minister, that others, perhaps, ought not tohear. Let my friend and the young woman go to some comfortable hotelroom and obtain the rest they need so badly and let your guards leave,too. They can remain just outside and you can have them leave you ablaster. You are not a small woman and, with a blaster, you have nothingto fear from me. I am unarmed."The Minister leaned toward him across the desk. "I have nothing tofear from you in any case."Without looking behind her, she beckoned to one of the guards, whoapproached at once and came to a halt at her side with a stamp of hisfeet. said, "Guard, take that one and that one to Suite 5. They are tostay there and to be made comfortable and to be well guarded. You willbe held responsible for any mistreatment they may receive, as well asfor any breach of security."She stood up, and not all of Trevize's determination to maintain anabsolute composure sufficed to keep him from flinching a little. Shewas tall; quite tall, at least, as Trevize's own 1.85 meters, perhaps acentimeter or so taller. She had a narrow waistline, with the two whitestrips across her chest continuing into an encirclement of her waist,making it look even narrower, There was a massive grace about her andTrevize thought ruefully that her statement that she had nothing tofear from him might well be correct. In a rough-and-tumble, he thought,she would have no trouble pinning his shoulders to the mat.
She said, "Come with me, Councilman. If you are going to talk nonsensethen, for your own sake, the fewer who hear you, the better."She led the way in a brisk stride, and Trevize followed, feelingshrunken in her massive shadow, a feeling he had never before had witha woman.
They entered an elevator and, as the door closed behind them, she said,"We are alone now and if you are under the illusion, Councilman, thatYou can use force with me in order to accomplish some imagined purpose,please forget that." The singsong in her voice grew more pronounced as shesaid, with clear amusement, "You look like a reasonably strong specimen,but I assure you I will have no trouble in breaking your arm or yourback, if I must. I am armed, but I will not have to use any weapon."Trevize scratched at his cheek as his eyes drifted first down, thenup her body. "Minister, I can hold my own in a wrestling match with anyman my weight, but I have already decided to forfeit a bout with you. Iknow when I am outclassed.""Good," said the Minister, and looked pleased.
Trevize said, "Where are we going, Minister?""Down! Quite far down. Don't be upset, however. In the hyperdramas,this would be a preliminary to taking you to a dungeon, I suppose, butwe have no dungeons on Comporellon only reasonable prisons. Weare going to my private apartment; not as romantic as a dungeon in thebad old Imperial days, but more comfortable."Trevize estimated that they were at least fifty meters below thesurface of the planet, when the elevator door slid to one side and theystepped out.
20Trevize looked about the apartment with clearsurprise.
The Minister said grimly, "Do you disapprove of my living quarters,Councilman?""No, I have no reason to, Minister. I am merely surprised. I find itunexpected. The impression I had of your world from what little I sawand heard since arriving was that it was an aaaabstemious one,eschewing useless luxury.""So it is, Councilman. Our resources are limited, and our life mustbe as harsh as our climate.""But this, Minister," and Trevize held out both hands as thoughto embrace the room where, for the first time on this world, he sawcolor, where the couches were well cushioned, where the light from theilluminated walls was soft, and where the floor was force-carpeted sothat steps were springy and silent. "This is surely luxury.""We eschew, as you say, Councilman, useless luxury; ostentatiousluxury; wastefully excessive luxury. This, however, is private luxury,which has its use. I work hard and bear much responsibility. I need aplace where I can forget, for a while, the difficulties of my post."Trevize said, "And do all Comporellians live like this when the eyesof others are averted, Minister?""It depends on the degree of work and responsibility. Few can affordto, or deserve to, or, thanks to our code of ethics, want to.""But you, Minister, can afford to, deserve to and want to?"The Minister said, "Rank has its privileges as well as its duties. Andnow sit down, Councilman, and tell me of this madness of yours." Shesat down on the couch, which gave slowly under her solid weight, andpointed to an equally soft chair in which Trevize would be facing herat not too great a distance."Trevize sat down. "Madness, Minister?"The Minister relaxed visibly, leaning her right elbow on apillow. "In private conversation, we need not observe the rules of formaldiscourse too punctiliously. You may call me Lizalor. I will call you,Trevize. Tell me what is on your mind, Trevize, and let us inspectit."Trevize crossed his legs and sat back in his chair. "See here, Lizalor,you gave me the choice of either agreeing to give up the ship voluntarily,or of being subjected to a formal trial. In both cases, you would end upwith the ship. Yet you have been going out of your way to persuademe to adopt the former alternative. You are willing to offer me anothership to replace mine, so that my friends and I might go anywhere wechose. We might even stay here on Comporellon and qualify for citizenship,if we chose. In smaller things, you were willing to allow me fifteenminutes to consult with my friends. You were even willing to bring mehere to your private apartment, while my friends are now, presumably,in comfortable quarters. In short, you are bribing me, Lizalor, ratherdesperately, to grant you the ship without the necessity of a trial.""Come, Trevize, are you in no mood to give me credit for humaneimpulses?""None.""Or the thought that voluntary surrender would be quicker and moreconvenient than a trial would be?""No! I would offer a different suggestion.""Which is?""A trial has one thing in its strong disfavor; it is a publicaffair. You have several times referred to this world's rigorous legalsystem, and I suspect it would be difficult to arrange a trial withoutits being fully recorded. If were so, the Foundation would know of itand you would have to hand the ship to it once the trial was over.""Of course," said Lizalor, without expression. "It is the Foundationowns the ship.""But," said Trevize, "a private agreement with me would not haveto be placed on formal record. You could have the ship and, since theFoundation would not know of the matter they don't even know thatwe are on this world Comporellon could keep the ship. That, I amsure, is what you intend to do.""Why should we do that?" She was still without expression. "Are wenot part of the Foundation Confederation?""Not quite. Your status is that of an Associated Power. In any map onwhich the member worlds of the Federation are shown in red, Comporellonand its dependent worlds would show up as a patch of pale pink.""Even so, as an Associated Power, we would surely co-operate withthe Foundation.""Would you? Might not Comporellon be dreaming of total independence;even leadership? You are an old world. Almost all worlds claim to beolder than they are, but Comporellon is an old world."Minister Lizalor allowed a cold smile to cross her face. "The oldest,if some of our enthusiasts are to be believed.""Might there not have been a time when Comporellon was indeed theleading world of a relatively small group of worlds? Might you not stilldream of recovering that lost position of power?""Do you think we dream of so impossible a goal? I called it madnessbefore I knew your thoughts, and it is certainly madness now thatI do.""Dreams may be impossible, yet still be dreamed. Terminus, locatedat the very edge of the Galaxy and with a five-century history that isbriefer than that of any other world, virtually rules the Galaxy. Andshall Comporellon not? Eh?" Trevize was smiling.
Lizalor remained grave. "Terminus reached that position, we are givento understand, by the working out of Hari Seldon's Plan.""That is the psychological buttress of its superiority and it willhold only as long, perhaps, as people believe it. It may be that theComporellian government does not believe it. Even so, Terminus also enjoysa technological buttress. Terminus's hegemony over the Galaxy undoubtedlyrests on its advanced technology of which the gravitic ship you areso anxious to have is an example. No other world but Terminus disposesof gravitic ships. If Comporellon could have one, and could learn itsworkings in detail, it would be bound to have taken a giant technologicalstep forward. I don't think it would be sufficient to help you overcomeTerminus's lead, but your government might think so."Lizalor said, "You can't be serious in this. Any government that keptthe ship in the face of the Foundation's desire to have it would surelyexperience the Foundation's wrath, and history shows that the Foundationcan be quite uncomfortably wrathful."Trevize said, "The Foundation's wrath would only be exerted if theFoundation knew there was something to be wrathful about.""In that case; Trevize if we assume your analysis of thesituation is something other than mad would it not be to yourbenefit to give us the ship and drive a hard bargain? We would paywell for the chance of having it quietly, according to your line ofargument.""Could you then rely on my not reporting the matter to theFoundation?""Certainly. Since you would have to report your own part in it.""I could report having acted under duress.""Yes. Unless your good sense told you that your Mayor would neverbelieve that. Come, make a deal."Trevize shook his head. "I will not, Madam Lizalor. The ship ismine and it must stay mine. As I have told you, it will blow up withextraordinary power if you attempt to force an entry. I assure you I amtelling you the truth. Don't rely on its being a bluff."" You could open it, and reinstruct the computer.""Undoubtedly, but I won't do that."Lizalor drew a heavy sigh. "You know we could make you change yourmind if not by what we could do to you, then by what we could doto your friend, Dr. Pelorat, or to the young woman.""Torture, Minister? Is that your law?""No, Councilman. But we might not have to do anything so crude. Thereis always the Psychic Probe."For the first time since entering the Minister's apartment, Trevizefelt an inner chill.
"You can't do that either. The use of the Psychic Probe for anythingbut medical purposes is outlawed throughout the Galaxy.""But if we are driven to desperation ""I am willing to chance that," said Trevize calmly, "for it woulddo you no good. My determination to retain my ship is so deep that thePsychic Probe would destroy my mind before it twisted it into givingit to you." ( That was a bluff, he thought, and the chillinside him deepened.) "And even if you were so skillful as to persuademe without destroying my mind and if I were to open the ship and disarmit and hand it over to you, it would still do you no good. The ship'scomputer is even more advanced than the ship is, and it is designedsomehow I don't know how to work at its full potential onlywith me. It is what I might call a one-person computer.""Suppose, then, you retained your ship, and remained its pilot. Wouldyou consider piloting it for us as an honored Comporelliancitizen? A large salary. Considerable luxury. Your friends, too.""No.""What is it you suggest? That we simply let you and your friendslaunch your ship and go off into the Galaxy? I warn you that before weallow you to do this, we might simply inform the Foundation that youare here with your ship, and leave all to them.""And lose the ship yourself?""If we must lose it, perhaps we would rather lose it to the Foundationthan to an impudent Outworlder.""Then let me suggest a compromise of my own.""A compromise? Well, I will listen. Proceed."Trevize said carefully, "I am on an important mission. It began withFoundation support. That support seems to have been suspended, but themission remains important. Let me have Comporellian support instead andif I complete the mission successfully, Comporellon will benefit." `Lizalor wore a dubious expression. "And you will not return the shipto the Foundation?""I have never planned to do that. The Foundation would not be searchingfor the ship so desperately if they thought there was anyintention of my casually returning it to them.""That is not quite the same thing as saying that you will give theship to us.""Once I have completed the mission, the ship may be of no furtheruse to me. In that case, I would not object to Comporellon having it."The two looked at each other in silence for a few moments.
Lizalor said, "You use the conditional. The ship `may be.' That isof no value to us.""I could make wild promises, but of what value would that be toyou? The fact that my promises are cautious and limited should show youthat they are at least sincere.""Clever," said Lizalor, nodding. "I like that. Well, what is yourmission and how might it benefit Comporellon?"Trevize said, "No, no, it is your turn. Will you support me if I showyou that the mission is of importance to Comporellon?"Minister Lizalor rose from the couch, a tall, overpoweringpresence. "I am hungry, Councilman Trevize, and I will get no further onan empty stomach. I will offer you something to eat and drink inmoderation. After that, we will finish the matter."And it seemed to Trevize that there was a rather carnivorous lookof anticipation about her at that moment, so that he tightened his lipswith just a bit of unease.
21The meal might have been a nourishing one, but it wasnot one to delight the palate. The main course consisted of boiled beefin a mustardy sauce, resting on a foundation of a leafy vegetable Trevizedid not recognize. Nor did he like it for it had a bitter-salty tastehe did not enjoy. He found out later it was a form of seaweed.
There was, afterward, a piece of fruit that tasted something likean apple tainted by peach (not bad, actually) and a hot, dark beveragethat was bitter enough for Trevize to leave half behind and ask if hemight have some cold water instead. The portions were all small, but,under the circumstances, Trevize did not mind.
The meal had been private, with no servants in view. The Minister hadherself heated and served the food, and herself cleared away the dishesand cutlery.
"I hope you found the meal pleasant," said Lizalor, as they left thedining room.
"Quite pleasant," said Trevize, without enthusiasm.
The Minister again took her seat on the couch. "Let us return then,"she said, "to our earlier discussion. You had mentioned that Comporellonmight resent the Foundation's lead in technology and its overlordship ofthe Galaxy. In a way that's true, but that aspect of the situation wouldinterest only those who are interested in interstellar politics, and theyare comparatively few. What is much more to the point is that the averageComporellian is horrified at the immorality of the Foundation. Thereis immorality in most worlds, but it seems most marked in Terminus. Iwould say that any anti-Terminus animus that exists on this world isrooted in that, rather than in more abstract matters.""Immorality?" said Trevize, puzzled. "Whatever the faults ofthe Foundation you have to admit it runs its part of the Galaxy withreasonable efficiency and fiscal honesty. Civil rights are, by and large,respected and ""Councilman Trevize, I speak of sexual morality.""In that case, I certainly don't understand you. We are a thoroughlymoral society, sexually speaking. Women are well represented in everyfacet of social life. Our Mayor is a woman and nearly half the Councilconsists of "The Minister allowed a look of exasperation to fleet across herface. "Councilman, are you mocking me? Surely you know what sexualmorality meant. Is, or is not, marriage a sacrament upon Terminus?""What do you mean by sacrament?""Is there a formal marriage ceremony binding a couple together?""Certainly, if people wish it. Such a ceremony simplifies tax problemsand inheritance.""But divorce can take place.""Of course. It would certainly be sexually immoral to keep peopletied to, each other, when ""Are there no religious restrictions?""Religious? There are people who make a philosophy out of ancientcults, but what has that to do with marriage?""Councilman, here on Comporellon, every aspect of sex is stronglycontrolled. It may not take place out of marriage. Its expression islimited even within marriage. We are sadly shocked at those worlds, atTerminus, particularly, where sex seems to be considered a mere socialpleasure of no great importance to be indulged in when, how, and withwhom one pleases without regard to the values of religion."Trevize shrugged. "I'm sorry, but I can't undertake to reform theGalaxy, or even Terminus and what has this to do with the matterof my ship?""I'm talking about public opinion in the matter of your ship and howit limits my ability to compromise the matter. The people of Comporellonwould be horrified if they found you had taken a young and attractivewoman on board to serve the lustful urges of you and your companion. Itis out consideration for the safety of the three of you that I have beenurging you to accept peaceful surrender in place of a public trial."Trevize said, "I see you have used the meal to think of a new typeof persuasion by threat. Am I now to fear a lynch mob?""I merely point out dangers. Will you be able to deny that thewoman you have taken on board ship is anything other than a sexualconvenience?""Of course I can deny it. Bliss is the companion of my friend,Dr. Pelorat. He has no other competing companion. You may not definetheir state as marriage, but I believe that in Pelorat's mind, and inthe woman's, too, there is a marriage between them.""Are you telling me you are not involved yourself?""Certainly not," said Trevize. "What do you take me for?""I cannot tell. I do not know your notions of morality.""Then let me explain that my notions of morality tell me that I don'ttrifle with my friend's possessions or his companionships.""You are not even tempted?""I can't control the fact of temptation, but there's no chance of mygiving in to it.""No chance at all? Perhaps you are not interested in women.""Don't you believe that. I am interested.""How long has it been since you have had sex with a woman?""Months. Not at all since I left Terminus.""Surely you don't enjoy that.""I certainly don't," said Trevize, with strong feeling, "but thesituation is such that I have no choice.""Surely your friend, Pelorat, noting your suffering, would be willingto share his woman.""I show him no evidence of suffering, but if I did, he would not bewilling to share Bliss. Nor, I think, would the woman consent. She isnot attracted to me.""Do you say that because you have tested the matter?""I have not tested it. I make the judgment without feeling the needto test it. In any case, I don't particularly like her.""Astonishing! She is what a man would consider attractive.""Physically, she is attractive. Nevertheless, she doesnot appeal to me. For one thing, she is too young, too child-like insome ways.""Do you prefer women of maturity, then?"Trevize paused. Was there a trap here? He said cautiously, "I am oldenough to value some women of maturity. And what has this to do withmy ship?"Lizalor said, "For a moment, forget your ship. I am forty-sixyears old, and I am not married. I have somehow been too busy tomarry.""In that case, by the rules of your society, you must have remainedcontinent all your life. Is that why you asked how long it had been sinceI have had sex? Are you asking my advice in the matter? If so,I say it is not food and drink. It is uncomfortable to do without sex,but not impossible."The Minister smiled and there was again that carnivorous look inher eyes. "Don't mistake me, Trevize. Rank has its privileges and it ispossible to be discreet. I am not altogether an abstainer. Nevertheless,Comporellian men are unsatisfying. I accept the fact that morality isan absolute good, but it does tend to burden the men of this world withguilt, so that they become unadventurous, unenterprising, slow to begin,quick to conclude, and, in general, unskilled."Trevize said, very cautiously, "There is nothing I can do about that,either.""Are you implying that the fault may be mine? That I amuninspiring?"Trevize raised a hand. "I don't say that aaaall.""In that case, how would you react, given theopportunity? You, a man from an immoral world, who must have had a vastvariety of sexual experiences of all kinds, who is under the pressureof several months of enforced abstinence even though in the constantpresence of a young and charming woman. How would you reactin the presence of a woman such as myself; who is the mature type youprofess to like?"Trevize said, "I would behave with the respect and decency appropriateto your rank and importance.""Don't be a fool!" said the Minister. Her hand went to the rightside of her waist. The strip of white that encircled it came looseand unwound from her chest and neck. The bodice of her black gown hungnoticeably looser.
Trevize sat frozen. Had this been in her mind since when? Orwas it a bribe to accomplish what threats had not?
The bodice flipped down, along with its sturdy reinforcement aaathebreasts. The Minister sat there, with a look of proud disdain on herface, and bare from the waist up. Her breasts were a smaller version ofthe woman herself massive, firm, and overpoweringly impressive.
"Well?" she said.
Trevize said, in all honesty, "Magnificent!""And what will you do about it?""What does morality dictate on Comporellon, Madam Lizalor?""What is that to a man of Terminus? What does your morality dictate? And begin. My chest is cold and wisheswarmth."Trevize stood up and began to disrobe.

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崔维兹觉得像是吃了迷幻药，不知道时间过了多久。
他身旁躺着运输部长蜜特札·李札乐。她趴在床上，头转向一侧，张着嘴巴，小时发出清晰的鼾声。知道她睡着了，崔维兹才放心一点。他希望她醒来的时候，能清楚记得自己曾睡了一觉。
崔维兹其实也困极欲眠，伹他感到自己必须保持清醒，不能让她醒过来的时候，发现他正在呼呼大睡。这点相当着要，必须要让她了解，当她筋疲力尽、不省人事之际，他仍然精神饱满。她会希望基地浪子一直保持生龙活虎的状态，而此时此刻，最好不要令她失望。
就某方面而言，他做得很好。他猜对了，虽然李札乐魁梧强健、拥有很大的权力、轻视她碰过的所有康普隆男性，并且对于基地浪子性技巧的传说（她是从哪里听来的？崔维兹感到纳闷二父杂着恐惧与神往的心情——不过，她却乐于被男人征服。这甚至可能是她长久以来的愿望，只是她从来没机会表达这种欲望与期待。
崔维兹的行动便是以这个猜测为原则，结果很幸运，他发现自己猜对了。（永远正确的崔维兹，他自嘲地想。）如此不但取悦了这个女人，也让崔维兹取得主导地位，将她的精力完全榨干，自己却没花太多气力。
不过这也不容易，她拥有令人赞叹的胴体（她说已经四十六岁，却绝不比二十五岁的运动员逊色），以及无穷无尽的精力。只有与她自己挥霍无度的欲望相比，她的精力才甘拜下风。
事实上，如果能将她驯服，教她懂得如何节制，并且在不断的练习中（可是他撑得过来吗？）让她对自己的能力更有自知之明，更着要的是，对他的能力也更加了解，那么，这也许会是一件愉快……
鼾声突然停止，她微微动了一下，他将手放在她的肩上轻轻抚摩——她的眼就张开了。崔维兹用手肘撑着身子，尽量使自己看来毫无倦容、精力充沛。
“我很高兴你睡着了，亲爱的，”他说：“你实在需要休息。”
她睡眼惺忪地对他微微一笑，崔维兹突然有点不安，以为她会提议再来云雨一番。不过她只是努力翻了个身，仰躺在床上，用柔和而满足的口吻说：“我从一开始就没看错，你的确是个性爱高手。”
崔维兹尽量表现出谦逊的态度。“我应该更节制点。”
“胡说，你做得恰到好处。我本来还在担心，怕你一直保有性生活，精力都被那个年轻女子耗尽了。但你的表现使我相信事实并非如此，你说的都是实话，对不对？”
“我刚开始就表现得像个半饱的样子吗？”
“不，你不像。”说完她就爆笑起来。
“你还想要用心灵探测器吗？”
她又纵声大笑。“你疯啦？我现在还会愿意失去你吗？”
“不过你最好能暂时失去一下。”
“什么？”她皱起眉头。
“如果我永远待在这里，亲……亲爱的，是不是要不了多久，就会有人窃窃私语、指指点点？然而，如果我能离去，继续执行我的任务，我自然会经常回来向你报到，我们自然会关起门来叙旧一番——况且我的任务极为着要。”
她一面考虑，一面随手搔了搔右臀。然后她说：“我想你说得对，我不喜欢这个提议，但是——我想你说得对。”
“而你不用担心我不会回来。”崔维兹说：“我不会那么傻，忘记这里有什么在等我。”
她对他笑了笑，用手轻轻碰了碰他的脸颊，望着他的眼眸说：“你觉得快乐吗，吾爱？”
“快乐得难以形容，亲爱的。”
“不过你是基地人，你正处于人生的黄金岁月，又刚好来自端点星，你一定惯于和具有各种技巧的各种女人……”
“我从没遇到任何一个——任何一个——有一分像你的女人。”崔维兹毫不费力地说得理直气壮，因为这毕竟是百分之百的实话。
李札乐以得意的口吻说：“好吧，既然你这么说。但话说回来，有道是积习难改，你知道的，我想我不能没有任何保证就轻易相信男人的话。你和你的朋友裴洛拉特，在我了解并批准你们的任务后，应该就能上路继续进行任务，至于那名年轻女子，我要将她留在这里。她会受到很好的款待，你不用怕，不过我想裴洛拉特博士会想念她，所以他一定会要你经常返回康普隆，即使你对这项任务的狂热，可能让你想在外面逗留很久。”
“但是，李札乐，这是不可能的。”
“不可能？”她的双眼立刻透出怀疑的目光，“为什么不可能？你需要那个女的做什么？”
“我跟你说过，不是为了性，我讲的都是实话。她是裴洛拉特的，我对她没有兴趣。何况，如果她想学你刚才得意洋洋摆出的那些招式，我确定她缓螈坑谙成两截。”
李札乐差点笑出来，但她克制住笑意，以严厉的口吻说：“那么，如果她留在康普隆，对你又有什么影响？”
“因为她对我们的任务极为着要，这就是我们必须要她同行的原因。”
“好吧，那么，你们的任务到底是什么？现在是你告诉我的时候了。”
崔维兹只迟疑了很短的时间，如今必须实话实说，他根本编不出具有相同说服力的谎言。
“听我说，”他道：“康普隆也许是个古老的世界，甚至是最古老的世界之一，伹绝不可能是最古老的。人类这种生物并非发源于此，最早在这里生存的人类，是从别的世界迁徒来的：人类可能也不是从那里发源，而是来自另一个更古老的世界。不过，这种回溯的过程终究有个尽头，我们一定会回溯到最初的世界，也就是人类的发祥地——我要寻找的正是地球。”
蜜特札·李札乐突如其来的强烈反应令他吓了一跳。
她双眼睁得老大，呼吸突然变得急促，身上每条肌肉似乎全都僵住，两只手臂硬梆梆地向上举起，双手的食、中两指交叉在一起。
“你说出了它的名字。”她嘶哑地悄声道。
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她没再说什么，也没再望他一眼。她的双臂慢慢垂下，两腿缓缓移到床沿，然后背对着他坐起来。崔维兹仍躺在那里，一动也不动。
曼恩·李·康普所说的一番话，此时在他脑际响起，当时他们是在那个空洞的赛协尔旅游中心里面。他现在还记得很清楚，当康普提到他的祖星——就是崔维兹如今立足之处，他是这么说的：“他们对地球有迷信式的恐惧，每当提到这个字眼的时候，他们都会举起双手，然后把食指与中指交叉，希望能够藉此祛除霉运。”
事后才想起这些话有什么用。
“我应该怎么说呢，蜜特札？”他喃喃问道。
她轻轻摇了摇头，站起身来，朝一扇门大步走过去。她穿过之后，那扇门随即关上，不一会儿，便有水声从里面传出来。　 现在他全身赤裸，模样狼狈，除等待之外别无良策。他也想到是否应该跟她一起淋浴，却很肯定最好别这样做。他觉得自己似乎被排拒在浴室外，如此一来，想要洗澡的冲动反而立刻剧涨。
她终于走出来，开始默默地挑选衣服。
他说：“你介不介意我——”
她什么都没说，崔维兹便将沈默解释为默许。他本想昂首阔步走进浴室，表现得像个健壮的男子汉，却又觉得很别扭，就像童年时不守规矩惹得母亲生气，而母亲并不处罚他，只是不再跟他说话，使他感到极为难过而沮丧。
进了那问四壁光滑的小浴室之后，他四下望了望，发现里面空空如也，什么东西都没有。他再更仔细地检查一遍，仍然什么也找不到。
他把门打开，伸出头说：“我问你，怎样才能打开淋浴？”
她把体香剂（至少，崔维兹猜想它具有类似功效）放在一旁，大步走到浴室，仍旧看也不看他一眼，只是举起手来指了指。崔维兹的目光顺着她的手指望去，才看到墙上有个淡粉红色的圆点，颜色非常之淡，仿佛设计者不愿为了标示一个小小的功能，而破坏了那种纯白的美感。
崔维兹陉陉耸了耸肩，向那面墙壁凑过去，伸手碰触那个圆点。想必那就是他该做的动作，因为下一瞬间，大蓬细碎的水花便从四面八方袭来。他大口喘着气，赶紧再碰一下那个圆点，水花立即停止。
他打开门，知道自己看来一定更加狼狈，因为他全身抖得非常厉害，几乎连话都说不清楚。他以嘶哑的声音问道：“热水怎么开？”
现在她终于正眼瞧他，他滑稽的模样显然使她忘了愤怒（或是恐惧，或是任何困扰着她的情绪），因为她噗嗤笑了出来，接着又突然冲着他大笑起来。
“什么热水？”她说：“你以为我们会把能源浪费在洗澡水上？你刚才开的是暖和的温水，寒气已经除掉了，你还想要什么？你这个温室养大的端点星人！给我进去洗！”
崔维兹犹豫了一下，不过只是一下而已，因为他显然没有其他选择。
他心不甘、情不愿地又碰了一下那个粉红圆点，这次他已经有心理准备，咬紧牙关忍受着冰冷的水花。温水？他发现身上开始冒起肥皂泡沫，判断现在是“洗涤周期”　，而且猜想时间不会持续太久，于是赶紧把全身上下到处都搓了搓。
接下来是“冲洗周期”，啊，真暖和——嗯，也许并非真的暖和，只不过没那么冷，但是对他完全冻僵的身体而言，已经算是非常暖和。不久水花突然停了——当时他正想将水关掉，还纳闷着李札乐是如何全身干爽地走出来的，因为这里绝没有毛巾或其他代用品。此时，突然出现一阵急速的气流，若不是各个方向的风力相当，他一定马上被吹得东倒西歪。
这是一股热气，几乎可说太热了。崔维兹想，那是因为与热水比较之下，加热空气消耗的能源要少得多。热气很快将他身上的水珠蒸干，几分钟后，他已经全身乾爽地走出浴室，就像这辈子从没碰过水一样。
李札乐似乎完全恢复了。“你觉得还好吗？”
“相当好。”事实上，崔维兹觉得全身舒畅异常。“我唯一要做的就是洗冷水的心理准备，你没告诉我……”
“温室里的花朵。”李札乐略带轻蔑地说。
他借用了她的体香剂，然后准备穿衣服，这才发觉她有干净的内衣可换，而自己却没有。他说：“我应该怎么称呼——那个世界？”
她说：“我们管它叫‘最古世界’。”
他说：“我怎么知道刚才说的那个名字是禁忌？你告诉过我吗？”
“你问过吗？”
“我怎么知道该问？”
“你现在知道了。”
“我一定会忘记。”
“你最好别忘。”
“这有什么差别？”崔维兹火大了，“只是一个名宇，一些声音罢了。”
李札乐以阴郁的语气说：“有些字眼是不能随便说的，你会随时随地说出你知道的每个字眼吗？”
“有些字眼的确很粗俗，有些不适于说出口，有些在特殊场合会伤人。我刚才说……用的那个宇眼，属于哪一类？”
李札乐答道：“它是个可悲的字眼，是个严肃的字眼。它代表我们祖先的世界，这个世界已不复存在。它很悲壮，我们感觉得到，因为它距离我们很近。我们尽量不谈到它，要是不得不提及，也不会说出它的名字。”
“那么手指交叉对着我又是什么意思？这样能抚慰痛苦和悲伤吗？”
李札乐涨红了脸。“那是反射动作，我是被你逼的。有些人相信那个字眼会带来不幸，甚至光是想想都会倒霉——他们就是用那个动作祛除霉运。”
“你是否也柑信交叉手指真能祛除霉运？”
“不相信——嗯，也可以说相信。我不那么做的话，心中就会感到不安。”她说话的时候，眼光一直避开他。然后她仿佛急于改变话题，马上又说：“你们那位黑发姑娘，对于你们寻找——你所说的那个世界，究竟有什么着要性？”
“说最古世界吧，或是你连这个称呼部下愿意用？”
“这件事我连谈部不想谈，但我已经问了你一个问题。”
“我相信，她的祖先就是从最古世界移民到现在那个行星去的。”
“跟我们一样。”李札乐骄傲地说。
“可是她的族人拥有一些口传历史，她说那是了解最古世界的关键。但我们必须先找到它，才能研究它上面的纪录。”
“她在说谎。”
“或许吧，但我们必须查清楚。”
“既然你有了这个女子，以及她那些不可靠的知识；既然你准备和她一起去寻找最古世界，为什么你还要来康普隆？”
“因为我想找出最古世界的位置。我以前有个朋友，他跟我一样是基地人，不过他的祖先来自康普隆。他曾经肯定地告诉我，许多有关最古世界的历史在康普隆是家喻户晓的。”
“他真这么说？他有没有告诉你任何有关它的历史？”
“有，”崔维兹再次实话实说，“他说最古世界已经死了，上面充满放射性。他也不清楚为什么，伹他认为可能是核爆的结果，也许是在一场战争中发生的。”
“不对！”李札乐吼道。
“不对——是没有任何战争？还是最古世界没有放射性？”
“它有放射性，但不是因为战争的缘故。”
“那么它是如何变得具有放射性的？它不可能一开始就有放射性，否则根本不可能有任何生命存在——然而人类这种生物正是起源于最古世界。”
李札乐似乎在犹豫，她笔直站着，呼吸沉着，几乎是在喘气。她说：“那是一种惩罚。它是使用机器人的世界之一——你知道什么是机器人吗？”
“知道。”
“他们使用机器人，因此受到惩罚。每个拥有机器人的世界都受到了惩罚，全都已经不复存在。”
“惩罚他们的是谁，李札乐？”
“是‘惩罚者’，是历史的力量，我也不确定。”她的目光又避开他，神情有些不安。然后，她压低声音说：“去问别人吧。”
“我也希望能问别人，但我该找谁呢？康普隆有人研究过太古历史吗？”
“有的，他们不受我们欢迎，我是指不受一般康普隆人的欢迎。可是基地——你们的基地，却坚持他们所谓的学术自由。”
“我认为这个坚持很好。”崔维兹说。
“凡是被外力强迫实施的，都是不好的。”李札乐回嘴道。
崔维兹耸了耸肩。辩论这种题目好像没有任何意义，于是他说：“我的朋友袭洛拉特博士，他可算是一位太古历史学家。我相信他一定希望见见康普隆的同道，你能帮忙安排吗，李札乐？”
她点了点头。“有个名叫瓦希尔·丹尼亚多的历史学家，寄身在本市的大学里。他没有开课，不过你们想知道的事，他也许都能告诉你们。”
“他为什么没开课？”
“不是政府不准，只是学生都不选他的课。”
“我想，”崔维兹尽量避免透出讥讽的口气，“是政府鼓励学生不去选修他的课。”
“学生为什么会想上他的课？他是个怀疑论者，到处都有这样的人，你知道的。总有些人喜欢跟一般的思想模式唱反调，而且这种人都十分高傲自大，以为只有自己的看法才正确，其他多数人都是错的。”
“许多时候难道不正是这样吗？”
“从来没有！”李札乐怒吼道，她的语气非常坚定，表示显然没必要就这个问题再讨论下去。“即使他死抱住他的怀疑论，他告诉你的答案，也注定和任何康普隆人说的完全一样。”
“什么一样？”
“就是如果你要寻找最古世界，你一定会无功而返。”
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在指定给他们的套房里，裴洛拉特仔细听完崔维兹的叙述，他又长又严肃的面容始终毫无表情。最后他说：“瓦希尔·丹尼亚多？我不记得听过这个名字，不过如果是在太空船上，我也许能从我的图书馆中找到他的论文。”
“你确定没听说过这个人？好好想一想！”崔维兹说。
“此时此刻，我实在想不起曾经听过这名字。”裴洛拉特十分谨慎地说：“但无论如何，我亲爱的兄弟，银河中稍有名望的学者，我没听说过或听过却记不起来的，少说也有奸几百个。”
“话说回来，他不可能是第一流的学者，否则你一定听过。”
“研究地球——”
“练习说最古世界，詹诺夫，否则你会让事情变得更复杂。”
“研究最古世界，”裴洛拉特又说：“在学术界不是个吃香的领域，因此第一流的学者，即使是钻研太古历史的一流学者，都不愿意涉足其间。或者，让我们换个说法，那些已经钻入这个领域的学者，不可能藉着一个大家都没兴趣的世界，使自己在学术界扬名立万，成为公认的第一流学者，即使他们当之无愧——譬如说，就没有人认为我是一流的，这点我相当肯定。”
宝绮思温柔地说：“在我心目中就是，裴。”
“对啊，在你心目中当然不一样，亲爱的，”裴洛拉特淡淡一笑，“但你的评断并非根据我的学术成就。”
谤据钟表所指的时间，现在已快入夜了。崔维兹又开始感到有点不耐烦，每当宝绮思与裴洛拉特打情骂俏之际，他总会有这种感觉。
他说：“我会试着安排明天一起去见这位丹尼亚多，伹如果他知道的和那位部长一样少，我们就等于白跑一赵。”
裴洛拉特说：“他也许能带我们去找对我们更有帮助的人。”
“我可不信。这个世界对地球的态度——我想我最好也练习用拐弯抹角的称呼——这个世界对最古世界的态度是愚昧且迷信的。”他背过脸去，又说：“不过这实在是辛苦的一天，我们应该准备吃晚餐了——如果我们能接受他们那种平庸的烹饪术——然后再准备睡上一觉。你们两位学会如何使用淋浴设备了吗？”
“我亲爱的伙伴，”裴洛拉特说：“我们受到很殷勤的款待，学到了各种设备的使用方法，大部分我们都用不着。”
宝绮思说：“我问你，崔维兹，太空船的事怎么样了？”
“什么怎么样？”
“康普隆政府要没收它吗？”
“不，我想他们不会。”
“啊，真令人高兴。他们为什么不会？”
“因为我说服了部长改变心意。”
裴洛拉特说：“真是难以置信，我认为她不像是特别容易被说服的人。”
宝绮思说：“这点我不清楚，不过她的心灵纹理显示，她被崔维兹吸引了。”
崔维兹突然气呼呼地瞪着宝绮思。“你那么做了吗，宝绮思？”
“你这话什么意思，崔维兹？”
“我是说干扰她的……”
“我没有干扰她。然而，当我注意到她被你吸引的时候，我忍不住扯断一两道心灵禁制。这是微不足道的一件小事，那些禁制自己也可能挣断；而确保她对你充满善意，则似乎是件很着要的事。”
“善意？不只如此而已！她的确软化了，没错，但却是在我们上床之后。”
裴洛拉特说：“你当然不是认真的，老友……”
“为什么不是？”崔维兹气冲冲地说：“她也许不再年轻，但我向你保证，她精通此道，可不是个生手。我不会装出一副道貌岸然的样子，也不会为她掩饰什么。那是她的王意——这要拜宝绮思之赐，因为宝绮思拉断了她心灵的禁制——在那种情况下我根本无法拒绝，即使我想到应该拒绝，我也不会那么做，何况我并不想拒绝。得了吧，詹诺夫，别表现得像个清教徒，我已经好几个月没这种机缓笏，而你却有——”他朝宝绮思的方向随手挥了挥。
“相信我，葛兰，”裴洛拉特尴尬地说：“如果你将我的表情解释为清教徒的反应，那你就误会我了，我根本一点都不反对。”
宝绮思说：“但她却是个标准的清教徒。我本来只想让她对你热络点，根本没料到她会有性冲动。”
崔维兹说：“但你引发的正是这种结果，爱管闲事的小宝绮思。在公开场合，部长也许必须扮演清教徒，那似乎只会使她的欲火更炽烈。”
“而你若是搔到她的痒处，她就会背叛基地……”
“反正她本来就准备那么做，她想要那艘太空船——”崔维兹突然住口，又压低声音说：“我们有没有被窃听？”
宝绮思说：“没有！”
“你确定吗？”
“确定。以任何未经允许的方式侵入盖娅的心灵，而想不让盖娅发觉，是绝不可能的事。”
“这样就好。康普隆想要得到这艘珍贵的太空船——用来充实他们的舰队。”
“基地一定不会允许的。”
“康普隆不打算让基地知道。”
宝绮思叹了一口气。“这又是你们孤立体演出的闹剧。部长为了康普隆，本来准备背叛基地，结果为了回报一场鱼水之欢，立刻又准备背叛康普隆。至于崔维兹嘛，他很乐意出卖自己的肉体，用来引诱部长叛国。你们的银河根本是处于无政府状态，简直就是一团浑沌。”
崔维兹冷冷地说：“你错了，小姐……”
“我刚才说话的时候，可不是什么小姐，我是盖娅，我是所有的盖娅。”
“那么你错了，盖娅。我没有出卖肉体，我是心甘情愿地付出，我乐在其中，也没伤害到任何人。至于结果，就我的观点而言，其实是圆满收场，我愿意接受这一切。康普隆若是出于私心而想要那艘太空船，这件事又能说谁对谁错？它虽然是一艘基地的太空船，可是基地已经拨给我，作为寻找地球之用，在我完成这项任务之前，它都是属于我的，我想基地没有权利违背这项协议。至于康普隆，它不喜欢受基地的支配，梦想着要独立；站在它的立场，追求独立、欺骗基地都是正当的，因为这不是叛变的行动，而是爱国的表现。谁能说得清呢？”
“正是如此，谁能说得清呢？在一个无政府状态的银河中，如何能分辨合理与不合理的行为？如何判断是与非、善与恶、正义与罪愆、有用与无用？部长背叛她自己的政府，让你保留太空船，这个行动你要如何解释？难道是因为她对这个令人窒息的世界不满，而渴望个人的独立？她究竟是个叛徒，还是个忠于自己、追求自主的女人？”
“老实说，”崔维兹道：“她愿意让我保有太空船，我不敢说只是为了感谢我带给她的快乐。我相信，在我告诉她我正在寻找最古世界之后，她才做出这个决定。对她而言，那是个充满恶兆的世界，而我们三个人，以及载运我们的太空船，由于从事这项探索，也都变成了恶兆。我有一种想法，她认为夺取那艘太空船的行动，已经为她自己以及她的世界招来厄运，现在她心中可能充满恐惧。或许她感到，如果让我们和太空船一块离开，继续进行我们的任务，就能使厄运远离康普隆，这可以算是一桩爱国之举。”
“若是真如你所说的——虽然我很怀疑，崔维兹——那么迷信就成了行动的原动力。你认为这是好现象吗？”
“我既不称赞也不谴责这种事。在知识不足的情况下，迷信总是会指导人们的行动。基地上上下下都相信谢顿计划，虽然我们没有人能了解它、解释它的细节，或是用它来进行预测。我们出于无知与信念，盲目地奉行这个计划，难道不也是一种迷信吗？”
“没错，可能就是。”
“而盖娅也一样，你们相信我做了正确的抉择——盖娅应该将整个银河并成一个超大型有机体，但你们不知道我的选择为何正确、遵循我的决定有多保险。你们甘愿在无知与信念上层开行动，而我试图寻找证据，想帮助你们突破这个窘境，你们竟然还不高兴。这难道不是迷信吗？”
“我认为这回他把你驳倒了，宝绮思。”裴洛拉特说。
宝绮思说：“没有，这次的寻找只有两个结果，若不是一无所获，便是找到支持他那个决定的佐证。”
崔维兹又说：“而你的这个信心，也只是靠无知与信念支持。换句话说，就是迷信！”
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瓦希尔·丹尼亚多是个小蚌子，又生得一副小鼻子小眼睛，他看人的时候头也不抬，只是将眼珠向上一翻。这副尊容，再加上他脸上经常闪现的短暂笑容，使他看来像是一直在默默嘲笑这个世界。
他的研究室柑当狭长，里面堆满磁带，看起来凌乱不堪。其实也不是真有多乱，而是由于磁带在架上排列得很不整齐，像是好几排参差不齐的牙齿。他请三位访客坐的三张椅子并非是一套的，而且看得出最近才掸过灰，却没有完全清理干净。
他说：“詹诺夫·裴洛拉特，葛兰·崔维兹，以及宝绮思——我还不知道你的姓氏，女士。”
她答道：“通常大家就叫我宝绮思。”说完便坐下了来。
“哦，这就够了，”丹尼亚多一面说，一面对她眨眼睛。“你这么迷人，即使根本没有名字，也不会有人见怪。”
大家坐定之后，丹尼亚多又说：“我久仰你的大名，裴洛拉特博士，虽然我们从来没通过信。你是基地人，对不对？从端点星来的？”
“是的，丹尼亚多博士。”
“而你，崔维兹议员，我奸像听说你最近被议会除名，并且遭到放逐，伹我一直不了解是为什么。”
“我没被除名，阁下，我仍是议会的一员，虽然我不知何时会再着拾权责。而且我也不算真的遭到放逐，而是接受了一项任务，我们希望向你请教的问题，就和这项任务有关。”
“乐于提供协助，”丹尼亚多说：“这位引人绮思的小姐呢？她也是从端点星来的吗？”
崔维兹立刻插嘴道：“她是从别处来的，博士。”
“啊，‘别处’ ，真是个奇怪的世界，那地方似乎专门出产最不平凡的人类。不过，你们两位来自基地的首都端点星，而这位又是年轻迷人的女郎，从来没人知道蜜特札·李札乐对这两种人有好感，她怎么会如此热心地把我推荐给你们呢？”
“我想，”崔维兹说：“是为了要摆脱我们。你越早协助我们，你知道的，我们就会越早离开康普隆。”
丹尼亚多看了崔维兹一眼，显得很感兴趣（又是一面眨眼一面微笑），然后才说：“当然啦，像你这样生龙活虎的年轻人，不论是打哪儿来的，都很容易吸引住她。她把冶冰冰的圣女这个角色演得不赖，可是并非十全十美。”
“这个我完全不清楚。”崔维兹硬梆梆地回道。
“你最好别知道，至少在公开场合。不过我是个怀疑论者，我的职业病使我不会轻易栢信表面的事物。说吧，议员先生，你的任务是什么？让我看看自己是否帮得上忙。”
崔维兹说：“这一方面，裴洛拉特博士是我们的发言人。”
“我没有任何异议。”丹尼亚多说：“裴洛拉特博士？”
裴洛拉特开口道：“用最简单的方式来说，亲爱的博士，我把成年后的所有岁月全部花在钻研一个特殊的世界上，试图洞察一切相关知识的基本核心，这个世界就是人类这个物种的发源地。后来我和我的好友葛兰·崔维兹一同被送到太空——不过实际上，我原来根本不认识他。我们的任务是要寻找，尽可能寻找那个——呃——最古世界，我相信你们是这么叫的。”
“最古世界？”丹尼亚多说：“我想你的意思是指地球。”
裴洛拉特下巴一松，结结巴巴地说：“在我的印象中……我是说，有人告诉我说，你们都不……”
他望向崔维兹，显然不知如何是好。
于是崔维兹接口道：“李札乐部长曾告诉我，那个名字在康普隆不能使用。”
“你是说她这样做？”丹尼亚多的嘴角下垂，鼻子皱成一团，然后使劲向前伸出双臂，双手的食、中两指互相交叉。
“对，”崔维兹说：“我正是那个意思。”
丹尼亚多收回手，大笑了几声。“愚不可及，两位先生。我们做这个动作只是一种习惯，在偏远地区的人也许很认真，不过一般人都下把它当一回事。康普隆人生气或受惊的时候，都会随口喊上一声‘地球’，我还从来没见过一个例外，它是我们这里最普通的一句粗话。”
“粗话？”裴洛拉特细声道。
“或者说感叹诃，随你喜欢。”
“然而，”崔维兹说：“当我用到这个字眼时，部长似乎相当慌乱。”
“喔，对了，她是个山区女人。”
“那是什么意思，阁下？”
“就是字面的意思，蜜特札·李札乐来自中央山脉，那里的孩子是所谓优良旧式传统培养出来的。也就是说，不论他们后来接受多好的教育，也永远无法让他们戒除交叉手指的习惯。”
“那么地球这两个字眼对你完全不会造成困扰，是吗，博士？”宝绮思问。
“完全不会，亲爱的小姐，我是个怀疑论者。”
崔维兹说：“我知道‘怀疑论者’在银河标准语中的意思，但你们是怎么个用法？”
“跟你们的用法一模一样，议员先生。我只接受具有合理可靠的证据而令我不得不接受的观念，但我仍然保持存疑，等待更进一步的证据出现。这种态度使我们不受欢迎。”
“为什么？”崔维兹说。
“我们在任何地方都不受欢迎。哪个世界的人会不喜欢安全熟悉、年代又久远的陈腐信仰——不论多么不合逻辑，而去偏爱令人心寒的不确定感呢？想想看，你们又是如何相信缺乏证据的谢顿计划。”
“没错，”崔维兹边说边审视着自己的指尖。“我昨天也举过这个例子。”
裴洛拉特说：“我可不可以回到原来的题目，老兄？有关地球的种种说法，哪些是一个怀疑论者可以接受的？”
丹尼亚多说：“非常少。我们可以假设，人类这个物种的确发源于单一行星。假如说这么相近的物种，相近到能偶配的秤谌，竟然发源自数个世界上，那是极端不可能的情形，甚至不会是在两颗行星上独立发展的。我们可以姑且将这个起源世界称为地球。在我们这里，一般人都相信地球存在于银河的这个角落，因为这里的世界特别古老，而最初的殖民世界想必比较接近地球。”
“地球除了是起源行星外，还有没有其他独一无二的特色？”裴洛拉特急切地问道。
“你心里是否有什么特定的答案？”丹尼亚多带着一闪即逝的笑容说。
“我想到了地球的卫星，有些人称之为月球。它应该颇不寻常，对不对？”
“这是个诱导性的问题，裴洛拉特博士，你可能正将一些想法灌输给我。”
“我没说月球有什么不寻常。”
“当然是它的大小，我说对了吗？没错，我想我说对了。所有关于地球的传说，都提到它拥有一大堆的物种，以及一颗巨大的卫星，直径约在三千到三千五百公里之间。一大堆的生命型态不难理解；如果我们所知的演化过程是正确的，生物演化自然会导致这种结果。但一颗巨大的卫星则较难令人接受，在银河中，没有其他住人世界具有这样的卫星，大型卫星总是伴随着不宜住人也无人居住的气态巨行星。因此，身为一名怀疑论者，我不愿意接受月球的存在。”
裴洛拉特说：“如果拥有几百万种物种，是地球独一无二的特色，难道它不能也是唯一拥有巨大卫星的可住人行星吗？一个唯一性可能导致另一个唯一陆。”
丹尼亚多微微一笑。“地球上存在的数百万种物种，如何能无中生有地创造一颗巨大的卫星，这我可真不明白。”
“但是将因果颠倒过来就有可能，也许一颗巨大的卫星有助于创造几百万种物种。”
“我也看不出有这个可能。”
崔维兹说：“有关地球具有放射性的故事，又是怎么一回事？”
“那是个普遍的说法，大家也都普遍栢信。”
“可是，”崔维兹说：“地球生养万物已有数十亿年的历史，当初它不可能具有那么强的放射性，否则根本不会有生命出现。它是如何变得带有放射性的？一场核战吗？”
“那是最普通的解释，崔维兹议员。”
“从你说这句话的态度，我猜你自己并不相信。”
“没有证据显示曾发生过这样的战争。普通的说法，甚至为人普遍接受的说法，并不等于证据。”
“还有可能发生什么其他变故？”
“没有证据显示发生过任何事，放射性也许和巨大的卫星一样，纯粹只是杜撰出来的传说。”
裴洛拉特说：“有关地球的历史，哪些故事是一般人所接受的？在我的职业生涯中，我搜集了大量有关人类起源的传说，其中许多都提到一个叫作地球的世界，或者用的是很接近的名称。但我没有搜集到康普隆上的传说，只发现有些资料中，模糊地提到班伯利这个名字。然而即使康普隆的所有传说都有这号人物，他也可能根本是杜撰出来的。”
“这没什么好奇怪。我们通常不对外宣扬我们的传说，你能找到有关班伯利的参考资料，已经令我十分惊讶——这又是另外一个迷信。”
“可是你不迷信，谈一谈应该没什么顾忌，是吗？”
“说得对。”这位矮小的历史学家将眼珠向上扬，看了裴洛拉特一眼。“我要是这么做，一定会使我不受欢迎的秤谌暴增，甚至可能带来危险。不过你们三人很快就会离开康普隆，而我相信你们绝不会指名道姓引用我的话。”
“我们以人格向你担保。”裴洛拉特立刻说。
“那么以下就是理论上整个历史的摘要，其中超自然理论和软化的成分都已剔除——过去曾有一段无限久远的时间，地球是唯一拥有人类的世界，然后，大约在两万到两万五千年前，人类发明了超空间跃迁，进而发展出星际旅行，开始向其他行星殖民。
“那些行星上的殖民者大量使用机器人。早在超空间旅行出现前，地球上就发明了机器人，而……对啦，你们知不知道机器人是什么？”
“知道，”崔维兹说：“我们被问过不只一次，我们知道机器人是什么。”
“在完全机器人化的社会中，那些殖民者发展出高等科技和超凡的寿命，因而开始鄙视他们的祖星。根据更戏剧性的说法，他们开始支配并压迫地球。
“最后，地球送出另一批殖民者，这些人都将机器人视为禁忌。康普隆是这些新殖民者最早建立的世界之一，此地的爱国分子坚持它是最早建立的世界，可是没有任何证据支持这点，因此一个怀疑论者无法接受。后来，第一批殖民者灭绝了，接着——”
崔维兹插嘴道：“第一批殖民者为什么会灭绝呢，丹尼亚多博士？”
“为什么？在我们的浪漫主义者想像之中，他们是由于罪孽深着，遭到惩罚者的惩罚。至于袍为何等那么久，则没人追究。伹我们不必求助于这些神话，也很容易解释这件事。一个完全倚赖机器人的社会，由于极度单调无趣，或者说得更玄一点，失去了生存的意志，终究会变得孱弱、衰颓、没落而奄奄一息。
“而舍弃机器人的第二波殖民者，则渐渐站稳脚跟，进而接掌整个银河。伹地球却变得带有放射性，因此渐渐退出银河舞台。对于这一点，通常的解释是地球上也有机器人，因为第一波殖民运动促进了机器人的发展。”
宝绮思听到这里，显得有点不耐烦了。“好吧，丹尼亚多博士，不论地球有没有放射性，也下论有过多少波星际殖民运动，关键问题其实很简单——地球究竟在哪里？它的座标是什么？”
丹尼亚多说：“这个问题的答案是：我不知道——不过嘛，吃中饭的时候到了，我可以叫人将午餐送来这里，我们就能一面用餐，一面讨论地球，随便你们想讨论多久都行。”
“你不知道？”崔维兹说，他的声调与音量同时提高。
“事实上，据我所知，没有任何人知道。”
“但这是不可能的事。”
“议员先生，”丹尼亚多轻叹了一声，“如果你硬要说事实是不可能的，那是你的权利，可是这样说对你一点帮助都没有。”
送来的午餐是许多松软、外层裹着面皮的丸子，颜色有很多种，里面包着各式各样的馅。
丹尼亚多首先拿起一样东西，摊开之后原来是一双透明的薄手套。他戴上手套，客人们也都有样学样。
宝绮思说：“请问这里面包了些什么？”
丹尼亚多说：“粉红色的里面包着辛辣鱼浆，那是康普隆的一大美食；这些黄色包的是清淡的干酪；而绿色的则是什锦蔬菜。你们一定要趁热吃，待会儿还有热杏仁派以及饭后饮料，我推荐你们暍热苹果酒。这里气候寒冷，我们习惯将食物加热，甚至甜点也不例外。”
“你吃得不错嘛。”裴洛拉特说。
“并不尽然，”丹尼亚多答道：“现在是因为在招待客人。我自己一个人的时候，吃得非常简单。我身上没有多少肉需要养，你们也许已经注意到了。”
崔维兹咬了一口粉红色丸子，发觉的确有很着的鱼腥味，外面裹的那层辣面皮配上鱼肉相当可口。可是他也想到，这个味道再加上鱼腥味，将会整天挥之不去，他或许还得带着这些味道入梦。
咬了一口之后，他发现面皮立即合上，把里面的馅着新包起来，根本不会有任何汁液溅漏。他突然觉得纳闷，不知道那副手套有什么作用。即使不戴手套，也不必担心双手会弄湿或变黏，因此他断定那是种卫生习惯。在不方便洗手的时候，可以用手套代替，演变到现在，即使已经洗过手，习惯上还是必须戴上手套。（昨天，当他与李札乐一同进餐时，她并未使用这种手套——可能由于她是来自山区的缘故。）
他说：“午餐时间谈正事会不会不礼貌？”

Chapter 6: The Nature of Earth
22Trevize felt almost drugged, and wondered how much time hadelapsed.
Beside him lay Mitza Lizalor, Minister of Transportation. She was onher stomach, head to one side, mouth open, snoring distinctly. Trevizewas relieved that she was asleep. Once she woke up, he hoped she wouldbe quite aware that she had been asleep.
Trevize longed to sleep himself, but he felt it important that henot do so. She must not wake to find him asleep. She must realize thatwhile she had been ground down to unconsciousness, he had endured. Shewould expect such endurance from a Foundation-reared immoralist and,at this point, it was better she not be disappointed.
In a way, he had done well. He had guessed, correctly, that Lizalor,given her physical size and strength, her political power, her contemptfor the Comporellian men she had encountered, her mingled horrorand fascination with tales (what had she heard? Trevize wondered)of the sexual feats of the decadents of Terminus, would want to bedominated. She might even expect to be, without being able to expressher desire and expectation.
He had acted on that belief and, to his good fortune, found he wascorrect. (Trevize, the ever-right, he mocked himself.) It pleased thewoman and it enabled Trevize to steer activities in a direction thatwould tend to wear her out while leaving himself relatively untouched.
It had not been easy. She had a marvelous body (forty-six, she hadsaid, but it would not have shamed a twenty-five-year-old athlete) andenormous stamina a stamina exceeded only by the careless zest withwhich she had spent it.
Indeed, if she could be tamed and taught moderation; if practice(but could he himself survive the practice?) brought her to a bettersense of her own capacities, and, even more important, his ,it might be pleasant to The snoring stopped suddenly and she stirred. He placed his handon the shoulder nearest him and stroked it lightly and her eyesopened. Trevize was leaning on his elbow, and did his best to look unwornand full of life.
"I'm glad you were sleeping, dear," he said. "You needed yourrest."She smiled at him sleepily and, for one queasy moment, Trevize thoughtshe might suggest renewed activity, but she merely heaved herself abouttill she was resting on her back. She said, in a soft and satisfiedvoice, "I had you judged correctly from the start. You are a king ofsexuality."Trevize tried to look modest. "I must be more moderate.""Nonsense. You were just right. I was afraid that you had been keptactive and drained by that young woman, but you assured me you hadnot. That it true, isn't it?""Have I acted like someone who was half-sated to begin with?""No, you did not," and her laughter boomed.
"Are you still thinking of Psychic Probes?"She laughed again. "Are you mad? Would I want to lose younow ?""Yet it would be better if you lost me temporarily ""What!" She frowned.
"If I were to stay here permanently, my my dear, how longwould it be before eyes would begin to watch, and mouths would begin towhisper? It I went off on my mission, however, I would naturally returnperiodically to, report, and it would then be only natural that we shouldbe closeted together for a while and my mission is important."She thought about that, scratching idly at her right hip. Then shesaid, "I suppose you're right. I hate the thought but I supposeyou're right.""And you need not think I would not come back," said Trevize. "I amnot so witless as to forget what I would have waiting for me here."She smiled at him, touched his cheek gently, and said, looking intohis eyes, "Did you find it pleasant, love?""Much more than pleasant, dear.""Yet you are a Foundationer. A man in the prime of youth fromTerminus itself. You must be accustomed to all sorts of women with allsoul skills ""I have encountered nothing nothing  in theleast like you," said Trevize, with a forcefulness that came easily tosomeone who was but telling the truth, after all.
Lizalor said complacently, "Well, if you say so. Still, old habitsdie hard, you know, and I don't think I could bring myself to trust aman's word without some sort of surety. You and your friend, Pelorat,might conceivably go on this mission of yours once I hear about it andapprove, but I will keep the young woman here. She will be well treated,never fear, but I presume your Dr. Pelorat will want her, and he willsee to it that there are frequent returns to Comporellon, even if yourenthusiasm for this mission you to stay away too long.""But, Lizalor, that's impossible.""Indeed?" Suspicion at once seeped into her eyes. "Why impossible? Forwhat purpose would you need the woman?""Not for sex. I told you that, and I told you truthfully. She isPelorat's and I have no interest in her. Besides, I'm sure she'd breakin two if she attempted what you so triumphantly carried through."Lizalor almost smiled, but repressed it and said severely, "What isit to you, then, if she remains on Comporellon?""Because she is of essential importance to our mission. That is whywe must have her.""Well, then, what is your mission? It is time you told me."Trevize hesitated very briefly. It would have to be the truth. Hecould think of no lie as effective.
"Listen to me," he said. "Comporellon may be an old world, even amongthe oldest, but it can't be the oldest. Human life did notoriginate here. The earliest human beings reached here from some otherworld, and perhaps human life didn't originate there either, but camefrom still another and still older world. Eventually, though, thoseprobings back into time must stop, and we must reach the first world,the world of human origins. I am seeking Earth."The change that suddenly came over Mitza Lizalor staggered him.
Her eyes had widened, her breathing took on a sudden urgency, andevery muscle seemed to stiffen as she lay there in bed. Her arms shotupward rigidly, and the first two fingers of both hands crossed.
"You named it," she whispered hoarsely.
23She didn't say anything after that; she didn't look athim. Her arms slowly came down, her legs swung over the side of the bed,and she sat up, back to him. Trevize lay where he was, frozen.
He could hear, in memory, the words of Munn Li Compor, as theystood there in the empty tourist center at Sayshell. He could hear himsaying of his own ancestral planet the one that Trevize was onnow "They're superstitious about it. Every time they mention theword, they lift up both hands with first and second fingers crossed toward off misfortune."How useless to remember after the fact.
"What should I have said, Mitza?" he muttered.
She shook her head slightly, stood up, stalked toward and then througha door. It closed behind her and, after a moment, there was the soundof water running.
He had no recourse but to wait, bare, undignified, wondering whetherto join her in the shower, and then quite certain he had better not. Andbecause, in a way, he felt the shower denied him, he at once experienceda growing need for one.
She emerged at last and silently began to select clothing.
He said, "Do you mind if I "She said nothing, and he took silence for consent. He tried to strideinto the room in a strong and masculine way but he felt uncommonly ashe had in those days when his mother, offended by some misbehavior onhis part, offered him no punishment but silence, causing him to shrivelin discomfort.
He looked about inside the smoothly walled cubicle that wasbare-completely bare. He looked more minutely. There wasnothing.
He opened the door again, thrust his head out, and said, "Listen,how are you supposed to start the shower?"She put down the deodorant (at least, Trevize guessed that was itsfunction), strode to the shower-room and, still without looking at him,pointed. Trevize followed the finger and noted a spot on the wall that wasround and faintly pink, barely colored, as though the designer resentedhaving to spoil the starkness of the white, for no reason more importantthan to give a hint of function.
Trevize shrugged lightly, leaned toward the wall, and touched thespot. Presumably that was what one had to do, for in a moment a deluge offine-sprayed water struck him from every direction. Gasping, he touchedthe spot again and it stopped.
He opened the door, knowing he looked several degrees more undignifiedstill as he shivered hard enough to make it difficult to articulatewords. He croaked, "How do you get hot water?"Now she looked at him and, apparently, his appearance overcame heranger (or fear, or whatever emotion was victimizing her) for she snickeredand then, without warning, boomed her laughter at him.
"What hot water?" she said. "Do you think we're going to wastethe energy to heat water for washing? That's good mild water you had,water with the chill taken off. What more do you want? You sludge-softTerminians! Get back in there and wash!"Trevize hesitated, but not for long, since it was clear he had nochoice in the matter.
With remarkable reluctance he touched the pink spot again and this timesteeled his body for the icy spray. Mild water? He foundsuds forming on his body and he rubbed hastily here, there, everywhere,judging it to be the wash cycle and suspecting it would not last long.
Then came the rinse cycle. Ah, warm Well, perhaps not warm, butnot quite as cold, and definitely feeling warm to his thoroughly chilledbody. Then, even as he was considering touching the contact spot againto stop the water, and was wondering how Lizalor had come out dry whenthere was absolutely no towel or towel-substitute in the place thewater stopped. It was followed by a blast of air that would have certainlybowled him over if it had not come from various directions equally.
It was hot; almost too hot. It took far less energy, Trevize knew,to heat air than to heat water. The hot air steamed the water off himand, in a few minutes, he was able to step out as dry as though he hadnever encountered water in his life.
Lizalor seemed to have recovered completely. "Do you feel well?""Pretty well," said Trevize. Actually, he felt astonishinglycomfortable. "All I had to do was prepare myself for the temperature. Youdidn't tell me ""Sludge-soft," said Lizalor, with mild contempt.
He borrowed her deodorant, then began to dress, conscious of the factthat she had fresh underwear and he did not. He said, "What should Ihave called that world?"She said, "We refer to it as the Oldest."He said, "How was I to know the name I used was forbidden? Did youtell me?""Did you ask?""How was I to know to ask?""You know now.""I'm bound to forget.""You had better not.""What's the difference?" Trevize felt his temper rising. "It's justa word, a sound."Lizalor said darkly, "There are words one doesn't say. Do you sayevery word you know under all circumstances?""Some words are vulgar, some are inappropriate, some under particularcircumstances would be hurtful. Which is that word I used?"Lizalor said, "It's a sad word, a solemn word. It represents a worldthat was ancestor to us all and that now doesn't exist. It's tragic,and we feel it because it was near to us. We prefer not to speak of itor, if we must, not to use its name.""And the crossing of fingers at me? How does that relieve the hurtand sadness?"Lizalor's face flushed. "That was an automatic reaction, and I don'tthank you for forcing it on me. There are people who believe that theword, even the thought, brings on misfortune and that is how theyward it off.""Do you, too, believe crossing fingers wards off misfortune?""No. Well, yes, in a way. It makes me uneasy if I don't doit." She didn't look at him. Then, as though eager to shift the subject,she said quickly, "And how is that black-haired woman of yours of theessence with respect to your mission to reach that world youmentioned.""Say `the Oldest.' Or would you rather not even say that?""I would rather not discuss it at all, but I asked you a question.""I believe that her people reached their present world as emigrantsfrom the Oldest.""As we did," said Lizalor proudly.
"But her people have traditions of some sort which she says are thekey to understanding the Oldest, but only if we reach it and can studyits records.""She is lying.""Perhaps, but we must check it out.""If you have this woman with her problematical knowledge, and if youwant to reach the Oldest with her, why did you come to Comporellon?""To find the location of the Oldest. I had a friend once, who, likemyself, was a Foundationer. He, however, was descended from Comporellianancestors and he assured me that much of the history of the Oldest waswell known, on Comporellon.""Did he indeed? And did he tell you any of itshistory?""Yes," said Trevize, reaching for the truth again. "He said thatthe Oldest was a dead world, entirely radioactive. He did not know why,but he thought that it might be the result of nuclear explosions. In awar, perhaps.""No!" said Lizalor explosively.
"No, there was no war? Or no, the Oldest is not radioactive?""It is radioactive, but there was no war.""Then how did it become radioactive? It could not have been radioactiveto begin with since human life began on the Oldest. There would havebeen no life on it ever."Lizalor seemed to hesitate. She stood erect, and was breathing deeply,almost gasping. She said, "It was a punishment. It was a world that usedrobots. Do you know what robots are?""Yes.""They had robots and for that they were punished. Every world thathas had robots has been punished and no longer exists.""Who punished them, Lizalor?""He Who Punishes. The forces of history. I don't know." She looked awayfrom him, uncomfortable, then said, in a lower voice, "Ask others.""I would like to, but whom do I ask? Are there those on Comporellonwho have studied primeval history?""There are. They are not popular with us with the averageComporellian but the Foundation, your Foundation,insists on intellectual freedom, as they call it.""Not a bad insistence, in my opinion," said Trevize.
"All is bad that is imposed from without," said Lizalor.
Trevize shrugged. There was no purpose in arguing the matter. He sald,"My friend, Dr. Pelorat, is himself a primeval historian of a sort. Hewould, I'm sure, like to meet his Comporellian colleagues. Can youarrange that, Lizalor?"She nodded. "There is a historian named Vasil Deniador, who is basedat the University here in the city. He does not teach class, but he maybe able to tell you what you want to know.""Why doesn't he teach class?""It's not that he is forbidden; it's just that students do not electhis course.""I presume," said Trevize, trying not to say it sardonically, "thatthe students are encouraged not to elect it.""Why should they want to? He is a Skeptic. We have them, youknow. There are always individuals who pit their minds against thegeneral modes of thought and who are arrogant enough to feel that theyalone are right and that the many are wrong.""Might it not be that that could actually be so in some cases?""Never!" snapped Lizalor, with a firmness of belief that made itquite clear that no further discussion in that direction would be of anyuse. "And for all his Skepticism, he will be forced to tell you exactlywhat any Comporellian would tell you.""And that is?""That if you search for the Oldest, you will not find it."24In the private quarters assigned them, Pelorat listenedto Trevize thoughtfully, his long solemn face expressionless, then said,"Vasil Deniador? I do not recall having heard of him, but it may be thatback on the ship I will find papers by him in my library.""Are you sure you haven't heard of him? Think!" said Trevize.
"I don't recall, at the moment, having heard of him," said Peloratcautiously, "but after all, my dear chap, there must be hundreds ofestimable scholars I haven't heard of; or have, but can't remember.""Still, he can't be first-class, or you would have heard of him.""The study of Earth ""Practice saying `the Oldest,' Janov. It would complicate mattersotherwise.""The study of the Oldest," said Pelorat, "is not a well-rewarded nichein the corridors of learning, so that first-class scholars, even in thefield of primeval history, would not tend to find their way there. Or,if we put it the other way around, those who are already there do notmake enough of a name for themselves in an uninterested world to beconsidered first-class, even if they were. I am notfirst-class in anyone's estimation, I am sure."Bliss said tenderly, "In mine, Pel.""Yes, certainly in yours, my dear," said Pelorat, smiling slightly,"but you are not judging me in my capacity as scholar."It was almost night now, going by the clock, and Trevize felt himselfgrow slightly impatient, as he always did when Bliss and Pelorat tradedendearments.
He said, "I'll try to arrange our seeing this Deniador tomorrow,but if he knows as little about the matter as the Minister does, we'renot going to be much better off than we are now."Pelorat said, "He may be able to lead us to someone more useful.""I doubt it. This world's attitude toward Earth but I had betterpractice speaking of it elliptically, too. This world's attitude towardthe Oldest is a foolish and superstitious one." He turned away. "Butit's been a rough day and we ought to think of an evening meal ifwe can face their uninspired cookery and then begin thinking ofgetting some sleep. Have you two learned how to use the shower?""My dear fellow," said Pelorat, "we have been very kindlytreated. We've received all sorts of instructions, most of which wedidn't need."Bliss said, "Listen, Trevize. What about the ship?""What about it?""Is the Comporellian government confiscating it?""No. I don't think they will.""Ah. Very pleasant. Why aren't they?""Because I persuaded the Minister to change her mind."Pelorat said, "Astonishing. She didn't seem a particularly persuadableindividual to me."Bliss said, "I don't know. It was clear from the texture of her mindthat she was attracted to Trevize."Trevize looked at Bliss with sudden exasperation. "Did you do that,Bliss?""What do you mean, Trevize?""I mean tamper with her ""I didn't tamper. However, when I noted that she was attracted toyou, I couldn't resist just snapping an inhibition or two. It was avery small thing to do. Those inhibitions might have snapped anyway,and it seemed to be important to make certain that she was filled withgood will toward you.""Good will? It was more than that! She softened, yes, butpost-coitally."Pelorat said, "Surely you don't mean, old man ""Why not?" said Trevize testily. "She may be past her first youth,but she knew the art well. She was no beginner, I assure you. Nor will Iplay the gentleman and lie on her behalf. It was her idea thanksto Bliss's fiddling with her inhibitions and I was not in aposition to refuse, even if that thought had occurred to me, which itdidn't. Come, Janov, don't stand there looking puritanical. It'sbeen months since I've had an opportunity. You've " And he wavedhis hand vaguely in Bliss's direction.
"Believe me, Golan," said Pelorat, embarrassed, "if you areinterpreting my expression as puritanical, you mistake me. I have noobjection."Bliss said, "But she is puritanical. I meant to makeher warm toward you; I did not count on a sexual paroxysm."Trevize said, "But that is exactly what you brought on, my littleinterfering Bliss. It may be necessary for the Minister to play thepuritan in public, but if so, that seems merely to stoke the fires.""And so, provided you scratch the itch, she will betray theFoundation ""She would have done that in any case," said Trevize. "She wantedthe ship " He broke off, and said in a whisper, "Are we beingoverheard?"Bliss said, "No!""Are you sure?""It is certain. It is impossible to impinge upon the mind of Gaia inany unauthorized fashion without Gaia being aware of it.""In that case, Comporellon wants the ship for itself a valuableaddition to its fleet.""Surely, the Foundation would not allow that.""Comporellon does not intend to have the Foundation know."Bliss sighed. "There are your Isolates. The Minister intends tobetray the Foundation on behalf of Comporellon and, in return for sex,will promptly betray Comporellon, too. And as for Trevize, he willgladly sell his body's services as a way of inducing the betrayal. Whatanarchy there is in this Galaxy of yours. What chaos ."Trevize said coldly, "You are wrong, young woman ""In what I have just said, I am not a young woman, I am Gaia. I amall of Gaia.""Then you are wrong, Gaia . I did not sell my body'sservices. I gave them gladly. I enjoyed it and did no one harm. As forthe consequences, they turned out well from my standpoint and I acceptthat. And if Comporellon wants the ship for its own purposes, who is tosay who is right in this matter? It is a Foundation ship, but it wasgiven to me to search for Earth. It is mine then until I complete thesearch and I feel that the Foundation has no right to go back on itsagreement. As for Comporellon, it does not enjoy Foundation domination,so it dreams of independence. In its own eyes, it is correct to do soand to deceive the Foundation, for that is not an act of treason to thembut an act of patriotism. Who knows?""Exactly. Who knows? In a Galaxy of anarchy, how is it possible to sortout reasonable actions from unreasonable ones? How decide between rightand wrong, good and evil, justice and crime, useful and useless? Andhow do you explain the Minister's betrayal of her own government, whenshe lets you keep the ship? Does she long for personal independencefrom an oppressive world? Is she a traitor or a personal one-womanself-patriot?""To be truthful," said Trevize, "I don't know that she was willing tolet me have my ship simply because she was grateful to me for the pleasureI gave her. I believe she made that decision only when I told her I wassearching for the Oldest. It is a world of ill-omen to her and we andthe ship that carries us, by searching for it, have become ill-omened,too. It is my feeling that she feet/ she incurred the ill-omen for herselfand her world by attempting to take the ship, which she may, by now,be viewing with horror. Perhaps she feels that by allowing us and ourship to leave and go about our business, she is averting the misfortunefrom Comporellon and is, in that way, performing a patriotic act.""If that were so, which I doubt, Trevize, superstition is the springof the action. Do you admire that?""I neither admire nor condemn. Superstition always directs action inthe absence of knowledge. The Foundation believes in the Seldon Plan,though no one in our realm can understand it, interpret its details,or use it to predict. We follow blindly out of ignorance and faith,and isn't that superstition?""Yes, it might be.""And Gaia, too. You believe I have given the correct decision injudging that Gaia should absorb the Galaxy into one large organism, butyou do not know why I should be right, or how safe it would be for you tofollow that decision. You are willing to go along only out of ignoranceand faith, and are even annoyed with me for trying to find evidencethat will remove the ignorance and make mere faith unnecessary. Isn'tthat superstition?""I think he has you there, Bliss," said Pelorat.
Bliss said, "Not so. He will either find nothing at all in this search,or he will find something that confirms his decision."Trevize said, "And to back up that belief, you have only ignoranceand faith. In other words, superstition!"25Vasil Deniador was a small man, little of feature, with a way oflooking up by raising his eyes without raising his head. This, combinedwith the brief smiles that periodically lit his face, gave him theappearance of laughing silently at the world.
His office was long and narrow, filled with tapes that seemed tobe in wild disorder, not because there was any definite evidence forthat, but because they were not evenly placed in their recesses so thatthey gave the shelves a snaggle-toothed appearance. The three seats heindicated for his visitors were not matched and showed signs of havingbeen recently, and imperfectly, dusted.
He said, "Janov Pelorat, Golan Trevize, and Bliss. I do nothave your second name, madam.""Bliss," she said, "is all I am usually called," and sat down.
"It is enough after all," said Deniador, twinkling at her. "You areattractive enough to be forgiven if you had no name at all."All were sitting now. Deniador said, "I have heard of you, Dr. Pelorat,though we have never corresponded. You are a Foundationer, are younot? From Terminus?""Yes, Dr. Deniador.""And you, Councilman Trevize. I seem to have heard that recently youwere expelled from the Council and exiled. I don't think I have everunderstood why.""Not expelled, sir. I am still a member of the Council although Idon't know when I will take up my duties again. Nor exiled, quite. Iwas assigned a mission, concerning which we wish to consult you.""Happy to try to help," said Deniador. "And the blissful lady? Isshe from Terminus, too."Trevize interposed quickly. "She is from elsewhere, Doctor.""Ah, a strange world, this Elsewhere. A most unusual collection ofhuman beings are native to it. But since two of you are from theFoundation's capital at Terminus, and the third is an attractive youngwoman, and Mitza Lizalor is not known for her affection for eithercategory, how is it that she recommends you to my care so warmly?""I think," said Trevize, "to get rid of us. The sooner you help us,you see, the sooner we will leave Comporellon."Deniador eyed Trevize with interest (again the twinkling smile) andsaid, "Of course, a vigorous young man such as yourself might attracther whatever his origin. She plays the role of cold vestal well, butnot perfectly.""I know nothing about that," said Trevize stiffly.
"And you had better not. In public, at least. But I am a Skepticand I am professionally unattuned to believing in surfaces. So come,Councilman, what is your mission? Let me find out if I can help you."Trevize said, "In this, Dr. Pelorat is our spokesman.""I have no objection to that," said Deniador. "Dr. Pelorat?"Pelorat said, "To put it at the simplest, dear Doctor, I have allmy mature life attempted to penetrate to the basic core of knowledgeconcerning the world on which the human species originated, and I wassent out along with my good friend, Golan Trevize although, tobe sure, I did not know him at the time to find, if we could,the uh Oldest, I believe you call it.""The Oldest?" said Deniador. "I take it you mean Earth."Pelorat's jaw dropped. Then he said, with a slight stutter, "I wasunder the impression that is, I was given to understand thatone did not "He looked at Trevize, rather helplessly.
Trevize said, "Minister Lizalor told me that that word was not usedon Comporellon.""You mean she did this?" Deniador's mouth turned downward, his nosescrewed up, and he thrust his arms vigorously forward, crossing thefirst two fingers on each hand.
"Yes," said Trevize. "That's what I mean."Deniador relaxed and laughed. "Nonsense, gentlemen. We do it as amatter of habit, and in the backwoods they may be serious about it but,on the whole, it doesn't matter. I don't know any Comporellian whowouldn't say `Earth' when annoyed or startled. It's the most commonvulgarism we have.""Vulgarism?" said Pelorat faintly.
"Or expletive, if you prefer.""Nevertheless," said Trevize, "the Minister seemed quite upset whenI used the word.""Oh well, she's a mountain woman.""What does that mean, sir?""What it says. Mitza Lizalor is from the Central Mountain Range. Thechildren out there are brought up in what is called the good old-fashionedway, which means that no matter how well educated they become you cannever knock those crossed fingers out of them.""Then the word `Earth' doesn't bother you at all, does it,Doctor?" said Bliss.
"Not at all, dear lady. I am a Skeptic."Trevize said, "I know what the word `skeptic' means in Galactic,but how do you use the word?""Exactly as you do, Councilman. I accept only what I am forcedto accept by reasonably reliable evidence, and keep that acceptancetentative pending the arrival of further evidence. That doesn't makeus popular.""Why not?" said Trevize.
"We wouldn't be popular anywhere. Where is the world whose people don'tprefer a comfortable, warm, and well-worn belief, however illogical,to the chilly winds of uncertainty? Consider how you believe inthe Seldon Plan without evidence.""Yes," said Trevize, studying his finger ends. "I put that forwardyesterday as an example, too."Pelorat said, "May I return to the subject, old fellow? What is knownabout Earth that a Skeptic would accept?"Deniador said, "Very little. We can assume that there is a singleplanet on which the human species developed, because it is unlikelyin the extreme that the same species, so nearly identical as to beinterfertile, would develop on a number of worlds, or even on just two,independently. We can choose to call this world of origin Earth. Thebelief is general, here, that Earth exists in this corner of the Galaxy,for the worlds here are unusually old and it is likely that the firstworlds to be settled were close to Earth rather than far from it.""And has the Earth any unique characteristics aside from being theplanet of origin?" asked Pelorat eagerly.
"Do you have something in mind?" said Deniador, with his quicksmile.
"I'm thinking of its satellite, which some call the moon. That wouldbe unusual, wouldn't it?""That's a leading question, Dr. Pelorat. You may be putting thoughtsinto my mind.""I do not say what it is that would make the moon unusual.""Its size, of course. Am I right? Yes, I see I am. All thelegends of Earth speak of its vast array of living species and of itsvast satellite one that is some three thousand to three thousandfive hundred kilometers in diameter. The vast array of life is easyto accept since it would naturally have come about through biologicalevolution, if what we know of the process is accurate. A giant satelliteis more difficult to accept. No other inhabited world in the Galaxy hassuch a satellite. Large satellites are invariably associated with theuninhabited and uninhabitable gas-giants. As a Skeptic, then, I prefernot to accept the existence of the moon."Pelorat said, "If Earth is unique in its possession of millionsof species, might it not also be unique in its possession of a giantsatellite? One uniqueness might imply the other."Deniador smiled. "I don't see how the presence of millions of specieson Earth could create a giant satellite out of nothing.""But the other way around Perhaps a giant satellite could helpcreate the millions of species.""I don't see how that could be either."Trevize said, "What about the story of Earth's radioactivity?""That is universally told; universally believed.""But," said Trevize, "Earth could not have been so radioactive as topreclude life in the billions of years when it supported life. How didit become radioactive? A nuclear war?""That is the most common opinion, Councilman Trevize.""From the manner in which you say that, I gather you don't believeit.""There is no evidence that such a war took place. Common belief,even universal belief, is not, in itself, evidence.""What else might have happened?""There is no evidence that anything happened. The radioactivity mightbe as purely invented a legend as the large satellite."Pelorat said, "What is the generally accepted story of Earth'shistory? I have, during my professional career, collected a large numberof origin-legends, many of them involving a world called Earth, or somename very much like that. I have none from Comporellon, nothing beyondthe vague mention of a Benbally who might have come from nowhere forall that Comporellian legends say.""That's not surprising. We don't usually export our legends and I'mastonished you have found references even to Benbally. Superstition,again.""But you are not superstitious and you would not hesitate to talkabout it, would you?""That's correct," said the small historian, casting his eyes upwardat Pelorat. "It would certainly add greatly, perhaps even dangerously,to my unpopularity if I did, but you three are leaving Comporellon soonand I take it you will never quote me as a source.""You have our word of honor," said Pelorat quickly.
"Then here is a summary of what is supposed to have happened,shorn of any supernaturalism or moralizing. Earth existed as thesole world of human beings for an immeasurable period and then, abouttwenty to twenty-five thousand years ago, the human species developedinterstellar travel by way of the hyperspatial Jump and colonized agroup of planets.
"The Settlers on these planets made use of robots, which had firstbeen devised on Earth before the days of hyperspatial travel and doyou know what robots are, by the way?""Yes," said Trevize. "We have been asked that more than once. We knowwhat robots are.""The Settlers, with a thoroughly roboticized society, developeda high technology and unusual longevity and despised their ancestralworld. According to more dramatic versions of their story, they dominatedand oppressed the ancestral world.
"Eventually, then, Earth sent out a new group of Settlers, amongwhom robots were forbidden. Of the new worlds, Comporellon was amongthe first. Our own patriots insist it was the first, butthere is no evidence of that that a Skeptic can accept. The first groupof Settlers died out, and "Trevize said, "Why did the first set die out, Dr. Deniador?""Why? Usually they are imagined by our romantics as having beenpunished for their crimes by He Who Punishes, though no one bothersto say why He waited so long. But one doesn't have to resort to fairytales. It is easy to argue that a society that depends totally on robotsbecomes soft and decadent, dwindling and dying out of sheer boredom or,more subtly, by losing the will to live.
"The second wave of Settlers, without robots, lived on and took overthe entire Galaxy, but Earth grew radioactive and slowly dropped out ofsight. The reason usually given for this is that there were robots onEarth, too, since the first wave had encouraged that."Bliss, who had listened to the account with some visible impatience,said, "Well, Dr. Deniador, radioactivity or not, and however many wavesof settlers there might have been, the crucial question is a simpleone. Exactly where is Earth? What are its co-ordinates?"Deniador said, "The answer to that question is: I don't know. Butcome, it is time for lunch. I can have one brought in, and we can discussEarth over it for as long as you want.""You don't know ?" said Trevize, the sound of his voicerising in pitch and intensity.
"Actually, as far as I know, no one knows.""But that is impossible.""Councilman," said Deniador, with a soft sigh, "if you wish tocall the truth impossible, that is your privilege, but it will get younowhere."

第七章 告别康普隆
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“依照康普隆的规范，议员先生，的确不礼貌。不过既然你们是客人，不妨依循你们的规范，如果你们想要谈正经事，而不认为或不介意那样会破坏食欲，那就请便吧，我愿意奉陪。”
崔维兹说：“谢谢你。李札乐部长曾经暗示——不，她很不客气地明说——怀疑论者在这个世界下受欢迎，这是真的吗？”
丹尼亚多的好心情似乎更上一层楼。“当然啦，如果不是这样，我们会多伤心呢。康普隆，你知道，是个充满挫折感的世界。尽避过去的历史没有人清楚，一般人却有一种空幻的信仰，认为在许多仟年以前，住人的银河规模还很小的时候，康普隆曾是领袖群伦的世界，这点我们一直念念不忘。而在可考的历史中，我们却从未居于领导地位，这个事实令我们很不舒服，让我们——我是说，一般的民众——心中有种忿忿不平的感觉。
“可是我们能怎么办？政府曾经被迫效忠帝国的皇帝，如今则是基地的忠诚附庸。我们越是明了自己的次等地位，就越栢信传说中那段伟大的岁月。
“那么，康普隆人能做些什么呢？过去他们无法与帝国抗争，如今又不能公开向基地挑衅。因此他们攻击我们、憎恨我们，用这种方式来寻求慰藉，因为我们不相信那些传说，并且对那些迷信嗤之以鼻。
“然而，我们不必担心受到更大的迫害。我们控制了科技，在大学担任教职的也是我们这些人。其中有些人特别敢说话，因而难以公开授课。比如说，我自己就有这个麻烦，不过我还是有学生，我们在校外定期悄悄聚会。但是，如果真禁止我们公开活动，那么科技将要停摆，大学将会失去全银河的认可。事实上，这种学术自杀的严着后果，也许还无法令他们收敛仇恨的心态，想必这就是人类的愚昧，不过还好有基地支持我们。所以说，虽然我们不断受到漫骂、讥嘲和公开抨击，却仍旧能安然无事。”
崔维兹说：“是不是由于大众的反对，使你不愿告诉我们地球在哪里？虽然你刚才那么说，但你是否害怕如果做得太过分，反怀疑论者的情绪会升高到危险的秤谌？”
丹尼亚多摇了摇头。“不是这样，地球的位置的确无人知晓。我并非由于恐惧，或是任何其他原因，而对你们有所隐瞒。”
“可是你听我说，”崔维兹急切地说：“在银河这一星区中，自然条件适于住人的行星数量有限，而且，大多数的可住人行星必定都已有人居住，因此你们应该相当熟悉。想要在这个星区寻找一颗特殊的行星——除了带有放射性外，它具有一切适于住人的条件，这会有多困难呢？此外你还有另一个线索，就是那颗行星有颗巨大的卫星相伴。既然有了放射性和巨大卫星两个特征，地球绝不会被错认，甚至只是随便找一找，也应该找得到。或许需要花点时间，不过这是唯一的麻烦。”
丹尼亚多说：“就怀疑论者的观点而言，地球的放射性和旁边那颗巨大卫星，都只不过是传说而已。如果我们去寻找这些特征，那就跟寻找麻雀奶和兔子羽毛一样荒唐。”
“也许吧，可是那不至于使康普隆人完全放弃。如果他们能找到一个充满放射性的世界，大小罢好适于住人，旁边还有颗巨大的卫星，康普隆民间传说的可信度将因此大大提高。”
丹尼亚多大笑几声。“也许正是由于这个原因，康普隆才从未进行这类探索。假如我们失败，或是找到一个跟传说显然不符的地球，便会产生适得其反的效果。康普隆的民间传说将马上垮台，变成大家的笑柄。康普隆不会冒这个险。”
崔维兹顿了一下，再用非常认真的口气说：“那么，即使我们不强调放射性和巨大卫星这两个‘唯一点’——姑且假设银河标准语有这种说法，根据定义，一定还有第三个唯一点，它和任何的传说都毫无瓜葛。那就是如今在地球上，即使没有众多生机盎然、多采多姿的生命型态，也总会有一些留存下来，不然至少应该保有化石纪录。”
丹尼亚多说：“议员先生，虽然康普隆未曾有组织地计划找寻地球，我们有时还是得做些太空旅行。偶尔会有船舰由于种种原因而迷途，那些船舰照例要将经过做成报告。跃迁不是每次都完美无缺，这点或许你也知道。然而，所有的报告中，从未提到跟传说中的地球性质相似的世界，也没发现过挤满各种生命型态的行星。船舰又不可能只为了搜集化石，而在一颗看似无人居住的行星登陆。如果说，过去数千年来，从来没有疑似地球的报告出现，我就绝对愿意相信找寻地球是不可能的事，因为地球根本不在那里，又怎么找得到呢。”
崔维兹以充满挫折感的语调说：“可是地球一定在某个地方。在银河的某个角落，存在着一颗行星，人类以及人类熟悉的其他生命型态，都是从那里演化出来的。如果地球不在银河这一区，就一定在其他星区。”
“或许如此吧，”丹尼亚多冷冷地说：“但是直到目前为止，它还没在任何一处出现过。”
“大家未曾真正仔细找过。”
“嗯，显然你们就会。我祝你们好运，但我绝不会赌你们成功。”
崔维兹说：“有没有人试图以间接的方法，就是除了直接寻找之外的其他方法，来判定地球可能的位置？”
“有——”两个声音同时响起。丹尼亚多是其中之一，他对裴洛拉特说：“你是否想到了亚瑞弗计划？”
“是的。”裴洛拉特答道。
“那么可否请你跟议员先生解释一下？我想他比较容易相信你的话。”
于是裴洛拉特说：“你可知道，葛兰，在帝国末期，所谓的‘起源寻找’研究曾经风靡一时，许多人把它当作一种消遣，也许是为了逃避周遭令人不快的现实。当时帝国已渐渐崩溃瓦解，这你是知道的。
“黎维的一位历史学家韩波·亚瑞弗，就想到了一个间接的方法。他的依据是，不论起源行星是哪一颗，它一定会先在较近的行星建立殖民世界。一般说来，一个世界距离那个原点越远，殖民者抵达的时间就越晚。
“那么，假使将银河所有住人行星的创建日期整理出来，然后以仟年为单位，把历史同样久远的行星连成网络。比如说，具有一万年历史的行星构成一个网络；具有一万两千年历史的行星构成另一个网络；具有一万五千年历史的行星又构成另一个网络。理论上来说，每个网络都近似一个球面，而且差不多是同心球。较古老的行星所构成的网络，半径应该小于较年轻的行星网络。如果把每个网络的球心找出来，它们在太空中的分布范围应该相当小，而那个范围就该包含了起源行星——地球。”
裴洛拉特双手做成杯状，划出一个个的球面，脸上的表情极其认真。“你明白我的意思吗，葛兰？”
崔维兹点了点头。“明白，不过我猜他没有成功。”
“理论上应该办得到，老伙伴。麻烦的是创建年代都不正确，每个世界多少会将本身的历史夸大拉长，可是除了传说，又没有其他简单的方法可以断定历史的长短。”
宝绮思说：“古老树木中的碳十四衰变。”
“当然啦，亲爱的，”裴洛拉特说：“但你必须得到那些世界的合作才行，事实上从来没人愿意那么做，每个世界都不希望夸大的历史被人推翻。帝国当时又不能为了这么小的事，就强行压制各地的反对声浪，它有更着要的事需要操心。
“因此亚瑞弗所能做的，只是利用那些历史顶多两千年，而且创建经过在可靠的情况下，曾经仔细记录下来的世界。那些世界没有多少，虽然它们的分布大致符合球对称，球心却相当接近川陀，昔日帝国的首都。因为那些为数不多的新世界，最初的殖民者全部源自川陀。
“那当然是另一个问题。地球并非星际殖民的唯一起点，一段时日之后，较古老的殖民世界便会送出自己的殖民队伍，而在帝国全盛时期，川陀成了殖民者的主要出产地。说来真不公平，亚瑞弗因此就成为众人的笑柄，他的学术声誉也因此而断送。”
崔维兹说：“来龙去脉我听懂了，詹诺夫。丹尼亚多博士，照这么说来，你甚趾蟋一丝渺茫的希望都无法给我？那在其他世界上，有没有可能找到关于地球的线索呢？”
丹尼亚多陷入迟疑的沉思，好一会儿之后才终于开口。　“嗯……”他先发出一声犹豫的感叹，接着才说：“身为一名怀疑论者，我必须告诉你，我不确定地球如今是否存在，或者是否曾经存在。不过——”他再度沉默不语。
宝绮思终于接口：“我猜，你想到一件可能很着要的事，博士？”
“着要吗？我很怀疑，”丹尼亚多轻声说：“不过也许很有意思。地球不是唯一行踪成谜的行星，第一波的殖民者——在我们的传说中，称他们为‘外世界人’——他们的世界如今也不知所踪。有些人管那些世界叫‘外世界’安定因素，此外也有人称之为‘禁忌世界’，后者现在较为通用。
“传说是这么说的，在他们的黄金时代，外世界人使寿命延长到数个世纪，并且拒绝让我们短寿命的祖先登陆他们的世界。在我们击败他们之后，情势有了一百八十度的逆转，我们不屑和他们来往，要让他们自生自灭，禁止我们的船舰和行商跟他们接触。因此那些行星变成了禁忌世界。我们确定，传说中如此记述着，我们只需袖手旁观，惩罚者自然会毁灭他们，而袍显然做到了。至少，据我们所知，已经有许多仟年，不曾见到外世界人在银河出现。”
“你认为外世界人会知道地球的下落吗？”崔维兹问。
“想必如此，他们的世界比我们任何一个世界都要古老。不过前提是必须还有外世界人存在，而这是极端不可能的事。”
“即使他们早就不存在了，他们的世界应该还在，或许会保有一些纪录。”
“如果你能找到这些世界的话。”
崔维兹看来冒火了。“你的意思是，想要寻找下落不明的地球，应该能在外世界上找到线索，可是外世界一样下落不明？”
丹尼亚多耸了耸肩。“我们已经有两万年未跟他们来往，连想都没有想到他们。而外世界也像地球一样，隐藏到了历史的迷雾中。”
“外世界人分布在多少个世界上？”
“传说中有五十个这样的世界——一个可疑的整数，实际上可能少得多。”
“你却不知道其中任何一个的位置？”
“嗯，这个，我想——”
“你想什么？”
丹尼亚多说：“由于太古历史是我的业余嗜好，和裴洛拉特博士一样，我有时会翻查些古老的文件，找找看有没有任何提到太古时期的记载，比传说更可靠的记载。去年，我发现了一艘古代太空船中的纪录，那些纪录几乎已无法解读。它的年代非常久远，当时我们的世界还不叫康普隆，而是使用‘贝莱世界’这个名称。我认为，我们传说中的‘班伯利世界’，可能就是从那个名字演变而来。”
裴洛拉特兴奋地问：“你发表了吗？”
“没有。”丹尼亚多说：“正如一句古老格言所云：在我确定泳池有水没水之前，我可不愿意往下跳。你可知道，那个纪录中提到了一件事，那艘太空船的船长造访过某个外世界，还带了一名外世界女子离去。”
宝绮思说：“可是你刚才说，外世界人不允许他人造访。”
“没错，这正是我未将纪录发表的原因，听来实在难以置信。有些暧昧不明的传说事迹，可以解释为外世界人的故事，包括他们和我们的祖先‘银河殖民者’的冲突。这类传说事迹不是康普隆的特产，在许多世界上都有大同小异的故事，但有一点完全一致——外世界人和银河殖民者绝不会在一起，双方之间没有社交接触，更别毯蠼性间的接触。可是纪录中的殖民者船长和那个外世界女子，却显然因爱情而结合，这实在太不可思议。我不相信这个故事有可能被人接受，顶多只会被视为一篇浪漫的历史小说。”
崔维兹显得很失望。“就这样吗？”
“不只这样，议员先生，还有另外一件事。我在太空船残存的航行日志中，发现了一些数字，代表的可能是几组空间座标，但也可能不是。假如真是的话——我再着复一遍，怀疑论者的荣誉心使我必须强调，也有可能并非如此——那么，内在证据使我得到一个结论，它们是三个外世界的空间座标。其中的一个，或许就是那个船长曾经登陆的世界，他就是从那个世界带走了他的外世界爱人。”
崔维兹说：“就算这个故事是杜撰的，有没有可能座标仍是真的呢？”
“有这个可能，”丹尼亚多说：“我会给你那些数宇，你喜欢怎样利用都可以，不过你很可能一无所获——但我有个很有趣的想法。”他又露出了短暂的笑容。
“什么想法？”崔维兹问。
“如果其中一组座标代表地球的位置呢？”
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康普隆的太阳射出耀眼的橙色光芒，看来比端点星的太阳还要大，但它在天球上的位置相当低，因此只能送来微弱的热量。还好风并不强，不过吹在崔维兹脸颊上，仍然令他感到冰冷刺痛。
他的身子瑟缩在电暖大衣里发抖，那件大衣是蜜特札·李札乐送给他的，她现在就站在他身旁。他说：“总该有暖和的时候吧，蜜特札。”
她很快瞥了太阳一眼。站在这个空旷的太空航站里，她未曾显出任何不适。罩在她高大身形上的大衣比崔维兹的还薄，也许她对寒冷并非完全麻木，伹至少她一点都不在乎。
她说：“我们有个美丽的夏季，虽然为时不长，但农作物都能适应。作物品种全部经过精挑细选，能在阳光下迅速生长，而且不容易受到霜害。本地的动物都生有厚实的毛皮，一般公认全银河最佳的羊毛产自康普隆。此外，康普隆的轨道上还有许多太空农场，上面种植各种热带水果，我们还外销风味绝佳的凤梨罐头。大多数的人不知道这些，只知道我们是个寒冷的世界。”
崔维兹说：“我很感谢你来为我们送行，蜜特札，并感谢你愿意跟我们合作，让我们能继续完成任务。然而，为了使我自己心安理得，我必须问一句，你会不会为自己惹上大麻烦？”
“不会！”她骄傲地摇了摇头，“不会有任何麻烦。第一，不会有人来质问我，一切运输系统由我控制，也就是说，这个太空航站和其他航站的法规，以及有关入境站、船舰来去的所有法规，全都由我一个人制定。总理靠我全权处理这些事情，他不必为任何细节烦心，高兴都还来不及呢。就算我受到诘问，也只要据实相告就行了。政府获悉我未将太空船交给基地后，一定会为我喝采；如果让民众知道也无妨，他们的反应想必一样。至于基地，则根本不会晓得这件事。”
崔维兹说：“政府也许愿意见到基地没有如愿，但是你放走了我们，他们也愿意赞成你的决定吗？”
李札乐微微一笑。“你是个高尚的君子，崔维兹。你为了保住太空船，下屈不挠地奋战到底，现在你成功了，却又开始为我的安危操心。”
她试着向他靠近，彷佛忍不住想做个亲昵的动作。然而，显然在经过一番挣扎后，她终于克制住这个冲动。
她又恢复了率直的口气，说道：“即使他们质疑我的决定，我只消告诉他们，说你一直都在寻找最古世界，他们就一定会说我做得很对，的确应该尽快摆脱你们，连太空船一块赶走。然后他们会进行一些赎罪仪式，以弥补当初准许你登陆的错误，虽然我们原先无法猜到你在做什么。”
“你真的担心由于我的出现，为你自己和这个世界带来不幸吗？”
“的确如此。”李札乐生硬地答道，再改用较缓和的语气说：“你已经为我带来了不幸，我认识你之后，康普隆的男人会显得更加索然无味。我的渴求从此再也无法满足，惩罚者已经决定让我万劫不复。”
崔维兹迟疑了一下，然后说：“我并非希望你改变自己的想法，但我也不希望你被无谓的忧虑困扰。你必须知道，所谓我会带来不幸的这种说法，其实不过是迷信而已。”
“我想，这是那个怀疑论者告诉你的。”
“他不必告诉我，我也一样知道。”
李札乐伸手抹了下额头，她突出的双层上沾积了层细霜。　“我知道有些人认为这是迷信，可是最古世界会带来厄运，却是千真万确的事。过去已经有许多实例，不管怀疑论者如何巧言善辩，也无法否定既有的事实。”
她突然伸出右手。“再缓笏，葛兰。进太空船跟你的伙伴会合吧，免得你那娇弱的端点星身子，在我们寒冷的和风中冻僵了。”
“告辞了，蜜特札，希望我回来的时候能再见到你。”
“是啊，你答应过会回来，我也试着让自己相信。我甚至告诉自己，到时我将飞到太空，在你的太空船中和你相会，这样厄运便只会降临在我身上，不至于殃及我的世界——可是你不会再回来了。”
“不！我会回来！你曾带给我这样的快乐，我不会那么轻易放弃。”此时此刻，崔维兹坚决相信自己是认真的。
“我不怀疑你浪漫的冲动，我可爱的基地人，但是那些冒险寻找最古世界的人，全都永远回不来了——回不到任何地方，我自己心里很清楚。”
崔维兹尽力不让牙齿打颤，虽然只是因为天气寒冷，他的牙齿才不受控制，但他不愿让她以为那是由于自己胆怯。他说：“那是迷信。”
“不过，”她说：“那也是事实。”
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回到远星号驾驶舱的感觉真好。将它当成一个房间实在太挤了些，也许它只是无尽星空中的一个小囚笼，然而，它却令人感到那么熟悉、友善而温暖。
宝绮思说：“我很高兴你终于上来了，我正在想，不知道你还要跟那位部长厮磨多久。”
“没有多久，”崔维兹说：“天气冷得很。”
“我有一种感觉，”宝绮思说：“你曾考虑要留下来陪她，而将寻找地球的行程延后。我不愿探触你的心灵，哪怕只是轻轻一碰，可是我关心你，而你受到的诱惑似乎感应了我。”
崔维兹说：“你说得没错，至少有那么片刻，我的确感受到了诱惑。部长是个不同凡响的女人，我从来没遇到过第二个。你加强了我的抵抗力吗，宝绮思？”
她答道：“我告诉你多少次了，我不能也不会以任何方式干扰你的心灵，崔维兹。我猜，你是借着强烈的责任感，自己战胜了这个诱惑。”
“不，我倒不那么想，”他苦笑了一下，“不可能那么崇高、那么戏剧性。我的抵抗力的确被强化了，一来是由于天气太冷；二来是我有个不详的预感，假如我继续跟她在一起，不出几回合就会要我的命，我永远无法跟上她的步调。”
裴洛拉特说：“嗯，不管怎么说，你毕竟是安全返回太空船了。下一步我们要做什么？”
“眼前要做的，是以轻快的速度离开这个行星系，直到距离康普隆的太阳够远了，我们再来进行跃迁。”
“你想我们会被拦截或跟踪吗？”
“不，我真心相信部长渴望我们尽快离去，而且永远不要回来，以免惩罚者的报复降临这颗行星。其实……”
“什么？”
“她相信报复一定会降在我们身上，她坚决相信我们不会回来。我得说明一下，不是因为她料到我可能会背信，她没有机会估量我的信用。她的意思是，地球是个可怕的不祥之物，任何人试图寻找它，都一定会死在半途。”
宝绮思说：“康普隆有多少人去找过地球，才使得她这么肯定？”
“我怀疑没有任何康普隆人曾经试过。我告诉她，她的恐惧只不过是迷信。”
“你确定自己柑信这点吗，还是你也被她动摇了？”
“我知道她所表现的恐惧纯粹是迷信，但是她的恐惧仍然可能有根有据。”
“你的意思是说，如果我们试图登陆地球，放射线会要我们的命？”
“我不相信地球具有放射性，但我的确相信地球会保护自己。还记得吗，川陀图书馆中有关地球的资料全被移走了；而盖娅虽然拥有惊人的记忆体，行星的每个部分都参与其中，甚至包括地表的岩层和地心的熔融金属，却也无法回溯到够远的过去，所以不能告诉我们任何有关地球的事。
“显然，假如地球真那么有力量，它或许也能调整人类的心灵，迫使大家都相信它具有放射性，这样便能吓阻任何寻找它的念头。也许因为康普隆和地球极为接近，对地球形成特别的威胁，所以又被加上一着诡异的空白。丹尼亚多是个怀疑论者，也是一位科学家，他百分之百相信寻找地球是白费力气，他说地球不可能被人找到——这就是部长的迷信也许有根据的原因。地球如此希望隐藏自己，难道不会将我们杀害，或是将我们引入歧途，反而任由我们找到它吗？”
宝绮思皱着眉头说：“盖娅……”
崔维兹立刻打断她的话。“别说盖娅会保护我们，既然地球有办法消除盖娅最早的记忆，那么在双方的冲突中，地球显然会是赢家。”
宝绮思冷冷地说：“你怎么知道那些记忆被消除了？也许只是因为盖娅是在一段时间之后才发展出行星级记忆，因此才无法回溯到那个记忆完成前的时代。即使在那之前的记忆的确遭到外力消除，你又怎能确定是地球干的？”
崔维兹说：“我不知道，我只不过提出我的臆测罢了。”
裴洛拉特突然插嘴，怯怯地问说：“假如地球那么有力量，又如此坚持保留它的隐私——姑且这么说，那我们的努力又有什么用？你似乎认为地球不会让我们找到它，而且必要时，还会将我们全部杀害。在这种情况下，难道我们不该放弃整个计划吗？”
“我们似乎应该放弃，这点我承认，但我如此强烈地坚信地球存在，就一定要也一定会找到它。而且盖娅不断在提醒我，当我有这么强烈的信念时，我的想法总是正确的。”
“可是，老弟，我们发现地球之后，如何才能全身而退呢？”
“有一个可能——”崔维兹尽力以轻松的口吻说：“由于我具有这种非比寻常的天赋，地球或许也会体认到我的价值，而不会对我下手。可是——这就是我想要说的话——我不能确定你们两位也能生还，我担心的正是这件事。我一直有个念头，而如今这个念头更强，那就是我应该带你们两位回盖娅，然后由我自己继续进行探索。首先断定我必须寻找地球的，是我而不是你们；看出其中着要性的，也是我而不是你们；不得不如此做的人，更是我自己而不是你们。所以说，让我来冒这个险吧，你们没有这个必要。就让我一个人继续吧——詹诺夫？”
裴洛拉特将下巴埋在颈际，他的长脸显得更长了。“我不否认自己感到不安，葛兰，可是如果弃你不顾，我会非常羞愧，会觉得无地自容。”
“宝绮思？”
“盖娅绝不会弃你不顾，崔维兹，不论你做什么都一样。假如地球真是个危险的地方，盖娅会尽全力保护你。而扮演宝绮思这个角色的我，无论如何也不能舍弃裴，如果他决定紧跟着你，那我当然要紧跟着他。”
崔维兹绷着脸说：“很好，我已经给过你们机缓笏，让我们一起上路吧。”
“一起走。”宝绮思说。
裴洛拉特轻轻一笑，伸手抓住崔维兹的肩头。“水远走在一起。”
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宝绮思说：“你看这里，裴。”
她刚才以手动方式操纵着太空艇的望远镜，漫无目标地随意观看，好让脑筋别一直陷在裴洛拉特的地球传说图书馆中。
裴洛拉特走过来，一只手臂搭在她的肩膀，眼睛向显像屏幕望去。康普隆行星系的气态巨行星之一已经出现，经过多次放大后，画面看来就像实物一般庞大。
在彩色的显像中，它的表面呈淡橙色，并带有一些较暗的条纹。由于这颗行星与太阳的距离比远星号更为遥远，又是从行星轨道面上向它望去，因此看来几乎是个完美的光盘。
“真美丽。”裴洛拉特说。
“中央条纹延伸到了行星之外，裴。”
裴洛拉特紧皱着眉头说：“你知道吗，宝绮思，我相信真是这样。”
“你想这是一种‘光幻视’吗？”
裴洛拉特说：“我不敢肯定，宝绮思，我跟你一样是太空新兵——葛兰！”
必应这声叫唤的，是一句相当微弱的“什么事？”崔维兹随着这声回答走进驾驶舱，衣服显得有点皱，好像刚才和衣在床上打过盹——而事实也正是如此。
他带着几分不悦说：“拜托！别动那些装置。”
“只不过是望远镜罢了。”裴洛拉特说：“你看那个。”
崔维兹依言看了一眼。“那是一颗气态巨行星，根据我获得的资料，他们管它叫葛里亚。”
“只是这样看看，你怎么知道就是那颗？”
“理由之一，”崔维兹说：“根据我们现在与太阳的距离，再考虑各行星的大小和轨道上的位置——在拟定航道时，我已经把这些资料都研究得很透澈——此时此刻，它是你唯一能放大到这种秤谌的行星。另外一个理由，则是因为它有个行星环。”
“行星环？”宝绮思困惑不已。
“你们现在能看到的，只是个又细又暗的条纹，因为我们几乎是从正侧面取景。我们可以急速拉升，离开行星轨道面，让你们有个较佳的视野。你们想不想这么做？”
裴洛拉特说：“我不想让你着新计算位置和航道，葛兰。”
“喔，放心，电脑会帮我处理，没什么麻烦。”他一面说，一面坐到电脑前，将双手放在那两个手掌轮廓上。接下来，与他的心灵精密调谐的电脑，便开始负责所有的操作。
没有燃料问题也毫无惯性效应的远星号立即加速。对于做出如此回应的电脑与太空艇，崔维兹再度感到一股强烈的爱意。仿佛他的思想化成了动力与指令，又彷佛它就是自己意志的延伸，不但强而有力，而且温驯服从。
难怪基地想把它要回去，也难怪康普隆想将它据为己有。唯一令人讶异的事，是迷信的力量竟然如此之大，使康普隆自动放弃了这个野心。
若是有适当的武装，远星号必定能追击或打败银河中任何一艘船舰，甚至任何一支舰队，只要别碰到另一艘同型的太空艇就好。
当然，它现在没有任何武装。布拉诺市长将太空艇拨给他的时候，至少还有足够的警觉性，没让它配备任何武器。
裴洛拉特与宝绮思注视着显像屏幕，葛里亚星正缓缓地，缓缓地朝他们倾斜。上方的那一极（姑且不论是南极或北极）已经出现，周围有一大圈湍流；下方那一极则被球体中央的鼓胀部分遮掩。
在行星顶端，暗面不断侵入橙色部分，使这个美丽的圆盘变得越来越不对称。
包令人兴奋的，则是中央那道暗纹下再是条直线，它渐渐变成一个弧形，就像其他偏南或偏北的条纹一样，只是弧度更为显着。
现在能看得非常清楚了，中央暗纹的确延伸出行星的边缘，在两侧形成狭窄的弧形。这绝对不是幻象，十分明显地，那是由物质构成的环状天体，沿着行星周围绕了一圈，另一侧则隐藏在行星背后。
“这样足以给你们一个概念，我想。”崔维兹说：“假如我们飞到这颗行星的正上方，你们将可看到一个圆形的环，和这颗行星呈同心圆，不过两者完全没有接触。你们还有可能发现，它其实并非单一的环，而是由数个同心环组成。”
“这简直就不可能，”裴洛拉特愣愣地说：“是什么让它停留在太空中的？”
“跟卫星能停留在太空中的道理相同，”崔维兹说：“行星环由细微的粒子组成，每个粒子都环绕着行星运转。由于这些环和行星距离太近，‘潮汐效应’使它们无法聚结成一个球体。”
裴洛拉特摇了摇头。“想想实在太令人难过了，老友。我当了一辈子学者，怎么可能对天文学知道得那么少？”
“而我却对人类的传奇一无所知，没有人能拥抱所有的知识。事实上，这些行星环没有什么稀奇，几乎每颗气态巨行星都有，即使有时只是一圈稀薄的尘埃。端点星的太阳所领导的行星家族，碰巧没有真正的气态巨行星，因此端点星的居民，除非是个星际旅行者，或者在大学里修过天文学课程，否则很可能不知道行星环是什么。如果行星环十分宽广，变得明后而显眼，就像现在这个一样，那才是不寻常的现象。它实在是壮丽，一定至少有好几百公里宽。”
此时，裴洛拉特突然“啪”地一声弹了下手指。“正是这个意思。”
宝绮思吓了一跳。“你想到了什么，裴？”
裴洛拉特说：“我曾读过一首诗的片段，那是一首非常古老的诗，用一种古体的银河标准语写成，相当不容易读懂，这正好证明它的年代十分久远——不过我不应该抱怨古文体难懂。由于工作的关系，我精通好几种不同的古银河语文，即使这在工作领域之外对我没什么用处，伹仍然让我很有成就感——我刚说什么来着？”
宝绮思说：“一首古诗的片段，亲爱的裴。”
“谢谢你，宝绮思。”然后，裴洛拉特又对崔维兹说：“她总是很注意我在说什么，以便我一旦离题——这是常有的事——她随时能把我拉回来。”
“这是你的魅力之一，裴。”宝绮思微笑着说。
“总之，那个片段主要是描述地球所在的行星系，至于为何有这段描述，我并不清楚，因为完整的诗句已经散轶，至少我从来没办法找到。流传下来的只有这一部分，或许是由于其中的天文学内容。总之，它提到第六颗行星拥有光辉灿烂的三着行星环。‘既宽且大，与之相较，世界相形见绌。’你看，我现在还能吟一句。以前我不明了行星环是什么东西，我记得曾经设想，也许在行星的一侧有三个圆圈排成二列，这似乎十分无稽，所以我懒得收在我的图书馆中。我当初没有追根究底，现在想来十分遗憾。”他摇了摇头，又说：“在今日银河中，神话学家是个很孤独的行业，使人忘记了追根究底的好处。”
崔维兹安慰他说：“你当初没有理会它，也许是正确的态度，詹诺夫，对诗意的文字不可过分认真。”
“但那就是它的意思，”裴洛拉特指着显像屏幕说：“那首诗所提到的景象，正是三个宽阔的同心环，比行星本身还要宽。”
崔维兹说：“我从来没听过这种事，行星环不可能那么宽，和它们环绕的行星比较，行星环总是非常狭长。”
裴洛拉特说：“我们也从未听说拥有一颗巨大卫星的可住人行星，或是它的地壳具有放射性，现在这个则是第三项唯一性。我们若能找到一颗除了有放射性之外，仍具有一切适于住人条件的行星，它拥有一颗巨大的卫星，而且在它的行星系中，有另一颗行星拥有宽阔的行星环，那么毫无疑问，我们已经发现地球了。”
崔维兹微微一笑。“我同意，詹诺夫，假如我们找到这三项特征，我们就一定找到了地球。”
“假如！”宝绮思叹了口气。
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他们已经飞越过这个行星系的主要世界，此刻正在最外围两颗行星间继续往外冲。十五亿公里内，完全没有稍具规模的天体存在。前面有的只是一大团彗星云，不会产生多大的着力效应。
远星号已加速到光速的十分之一。崔维兹非常清楚，理论上来说，这艘太空艇可加速到接近光速，不过他也很明白，实际上，十分之一光速已经是合理的极限。
以这个速率飞行，能避开任何稍具质量的物体，却无法闪避太空中无数的尘埃粒子，为数更多的原子与分子更不在话下。在极高速航行的过程中，即使那么微小的物体也会磨损、刮伤艇体，造成十分严着的损害。假若以接近光速的速率飞行，每个撞向艇体的原子都具有宇宙线粒子的性质。曝露在无孔不入的宇宙线辐射下，太空艇中每一个人都无法幸免。
在显像屏幕上，远方的恒星看不出任何动静，虽然太空艇以每秒三万公里的速率运动，但从各方面看起来，它都像是静止在太空中。
电脑正在进行长距离扫描，以侦测任何可能与太空艇碰撞的物体，它们即使体积有限，仍然会构成严着的威胁。在必要情况下，太空艇会稍微转向闪避，不过这种情形极不可能发生。由于可能来袭的物体都很小，相对速率也不太大，太空艇改变航向时又不会产生惯性效应，因此身在太空艇中的人，根本无法知道是否出现过堪称“千钧一发”的状况。
因此崔维兹一点都不担心这种事，甚至根本连想都不想。他把所有注意力，全都集中在丹尼亚多交给他的三组座标上，而他特别注意的，则是与他们目前位置最接近的那组座标。
“座标数字有什么问题吗？”裴洛拉特紧张兮兮地问。
“我现在还不能确定，”崔维兹说：“座标数字本身并没有用，你还得知道零点在哪里，以及设定座标所使用的规约——比如说划定距离所依据的方向，以什么作为本初子午线等等。”
“这些你怎么找得出来？”裴洛拉特茫然问道。
“我已经取得了端点星和其他几个已知点相对于康普隆的座标，如果我将它们输进电脑，电脑便会算出究竟该用哪种规约，这些座标才能对应端点星和其他几个点的正确位置。我只是想将这些事在脑中整理一下，这样我就能对电脑发出适当的指令。一旦确定了规约，我们拿到的禁忌世界座标值就可能有意义了。”
“只是可能而已？”宝绮思问。
“只是可能而已，恐怕就是如此。”崔维兹说：“那些毕竟是相当古老的座标，用的应该是康普隆辨约，伹无法绝对肯定。假如它们根据的是其他规约呢？”
“万一真是这样呢？”
“万一真是这样，我们得到的只是一堆毫无意义的数字。可是——我们好歹也要确定一下。”
他双手在微微发后的电脑键盘上轻快滑动，将必要的资料输进电脑，然后双手放在桌面的手掌轮廓上，再静待电脑确定这些已知座标所用的规约。答案出来后，他顿了一下，接着命令电脑使用相同的规约，算出最近一个禁忌世界的位置，最后终于在电脑记忆体的银河舆图中，找出了这组座标对应的地点。
屏幕上出现一个星像场，并且自动迅速移动，达到停滞状态后又开始不断扩大，将周围各方向的星辰都挤出屏幕，直到星辰几乎消失殆尽。肉眼根本跟不上这种迅疾的变化，看起来只是一团模糊的斑点。最后屏幕上剩下来的，只有边长十分之一秒差距的正方范围（根据屏幕下方标示的数值）。然后一直没有进一步的变化，在漆黑的屏幕中，只剩下六个暗淡的光芒点缀其间。
“哪个才是禁忌世界？”裴洛拉特轻声问道。
“全都不是，”崔维兹说：“其中四颗是红矮星，一颗是准红矮星，另一颗是白矮星。在这些恒星的轨道上，都不可能有任何可住人世界。”
“单凭这样看一眼，你怎么知道那些就是红矮星？”
崔维兹说：“我们现在看到的不是真正的恒星，而是电脑记忆中银河舆图的一小部分，其中每颗恒星都标有简介，只不过你无法看到，通常我一样也看不到。可是一旦我的双手和电脑进行接触，像现在这样，那么我的眼睛注视某颗恒星时，我就能知道不少的相关资料。”
裴洛拉特以悲伤的语调说：“那么，这些座标毫无用处了。”
崔维兹抬起头望着他。“不，詹诺夫，我的话还没说完。我们还要考虑时间因素，这组座标是两万年前的，在这段时间中，那个禁忌世界和康普隆都绕着银河中心公转，两者的公转速率、轨道倾角和离心率都很可能完全不同。因此，随着时光的流逝，两个世界不是渐渐接近，就是距离越来越远。过了两万年后，那个禁忌世界如今所在的位置，与座标值的偏差可能在半个到五个秒差距之间，当然不会在这个十分之一秒差距边长的方格内出现。”
“那么，我们该怎么办？”
“我们以康普隆为原点，让电脑将银河的时间往前推两万年。”
“它能这样做吗？”宝绮思的声音听来有点肃然起敬。
“嗯，它无法使银河本身回到过去，却能让记忆库中的舆图时光倒流。”
宝绮思说：“我们能看到任何变化吗？”
“看——”崔维兹说。
屏幕上原来的六颗恒星开始缓缓挪动，此外另有一颗恒星出现在屏幕左侧，且渐渐向中央漂移。裴洛拉特兴奋地指着它说：“来了！来了！”
崔维兹说：“抱歉，又是颗红矮星。它们非常普遍，银河中的恒星至少有四分之三是红矮星。”
屏幕上的画面停下来，星体不再继续移动。
“然后呢？”宝绮思说。
崔维兹答道：“这就是了，这就是银河那一小部分在两万年前的样子。如果那个禁忌世界以平均速度进行星移，就应该出现在屏幕正中央。”
“应该出现，可是没有啊。”宝绮思尖声道。
“的确没有。”崔维兹表示同意，声音几乎不带任何情绪。
裴洛拉特长长叹了一口气。“啊，太糟了，葛兰。”
崔维兹说：“且慢，不要绝望，我原本就没指望看到那颗恒星。”
“你没有？”裴洛拉特显得极为讶异。
“是的。我跟你说过，这不是真正的银河，而是电脑中的银河舆圆，某颗恒星若没收录在舆图中，我们便不可能看到。假如一颗行星被称为‘禁忌’，而且这个名称沿用了两万年，它就八成不会被收在舆图里。事实上果真如此，因为我们看不到它。”
宝绮思说：“也许因为它不存在，所以我们才看不到。康普隆的传说可能是杜撰的，也可能这些座标并不正确。”
“说得很对。不过，电脑既然找出了那个世界两万年前的可能位置，就能够估计出它如今的座标。根据修正后的座标——我唯有利用星图才能做出这个修正——我们现在可以切换到真实的银河星像场。”
宝绮思说：“伹你只是假设禁忌世界一直以平均速度进行星移，万一它的速度有异于平均速度呢？那你现在得到的座标就不正确了。”
“说得没错，但是和未做时间修正的结果比较，我们几乎可以肯定，根据平均速度的假设进行修正后，得到的结果将更接近真实的位置。”
“你真乐观！”宝绮思以怀疑的口吻说。
“我正是那么乐观，”崔维兹说：“希望不出我所料——现在就让我们看看真正的银河。”
两位旁观者聚精会神地盯着屏幕，崔维兹则以轻松的语调慢慢解释（或许是为了缓和自己的紧张情绪，并且延后揭晓谜底的时刻），好像在发表一场演说。
“观察真正的银河比较困难，”他说：“电脑中的舆图是人工产物，不相干的东西可以除去。比如说，如果有个星云遮蔽视线，我能将它消除；如果视角和我的预期不合，我可以调整到更方便的角度。然而观测真实银河的时候，我必须照单全收，毫无选择的余地。假使我想有所改变，必须在太空中真正运动，花的时间会比调整舆图多得多。”
当他说到这里的时候，屏幕上出现了一团恒星云，里面挤满一颗又一颗的星辰，看来像是一堆散乱的粉末。
崔维兹说：“那是银河某个区段的大角度画面，当然，我想要的是前景。如果我把前景扩大，相对之下背景就会变得蒙陇。这个座标点和康普隆足够接近，所以我应该能将它扩大到和舆图中的画面一致。我只需要输入必要的指令，但愿我的头脑能保持足够的清醒。开始——”
星像场陡然扩大，成千上万的恒星被急速推出屏幕。三个人猛然觉得自己向屏幕冲去，由于感觉过于逼真，他们都不由自主向后一仰，彷佛是对一股推力生出的自然反应。
先前的画面又出现了，虽然不似舆图中的那般黑暗，但是那六、七颗恒星都在原先的位置上。此外，在接近中央的部分，还出现了另一颗恒星，它的光芒比其他恒星明后许多。
“它在那里。”裴洛拉特细声道，声音中充满了敬畏。
“可能就是它，我会让电脑摄取它的光谱，然后详加分析。”沉默相当一段时间之后，崔维兹又说：“光谱型为G 4，因此它比端点星的太阳较小、较暗一点，不过比康普隆的太阳要明后些。电脑的银河舆图不该漏掉任何G型恒星，既然这颗遭到遗漏，很可能表示它就是那个禁忌世界环绕的太阳。”　宝绮思说：“我们有没有可能到头来却发现，这颗恒星周围根本没有可住人行星？”
“有这个可能，我想。倘若真是那样，我们再设法寻找另外两个禁忌世界。”
宝绮思固执地说：“万一另外两个也是空欢喜一场呢？”
“那我们再尝试别的办法。”
“比如说？”
“但愿我知道。”崔维兹绷着脸说。

Chapter 7: Leaving Comporellon
26Luncheon consisted of a heap of soft, crusty balls thatcame in different shades and that contained a variety of fillings.
Deniador picked up a small object which unfolded into a pair of thin,transparent gloves, and put them on. His guests followed suit.
Bliss said, "What is inside these objects, please?"Deniador said, "The pink ones are filled with spicy chopped fish, agreat Comporellian delicacy. These yellow ones contain a cheese fillingthat is very mild. The green ones contain a vegetable mixture. Do eatthem while they are a quite warm. Later we will have hot almond pie andthe usual beverages. I might recommend the hot cider. In a cold climate,we have a tendency to heat our foods, even desserts.""You do yourself well," said Pelorat.
"Not really," said Deniador. "I'm being hospitable to guests. Formyself, I get along on very little. I don't have much body mass tosupport, as you have probably noticed."Trevize bit into one of the pink ones and found it very fishy indeed,with all overlay of spices that was pleasant to the taste but which,he thought, along with the fish itself, would remain with him for therest of the day and, perhaps, into the night.
When he withdrew the object with the bite taken out of it, he foundthat the crust had closed in over the contents. There was no squirt,no leakage, and, for a moment, he wondered at the purpose of thegloves. These seemed no chance of getting his hands moist and stickyif he didn't use them, so he decided it was a matter of hygiene. Thegloves substituted for a washing of the hands if that were inconvenientand custom, probably, now dictated their use even if the hands werewashed. (Lizalor hadn't used gloves when he had eaten with her the daybefore. Perhaps that was because she was a mountain woman.)He said, "Would it be unmannerly to talk business over lunch?""By Comporellian standards, Councilman, it would be, but you are myguests, and we will go by your standards. If you wish to speak seriously,and do not think or care that that might diminish yourpleasure in the food, please do so, and I will join you."Trevize said, "Thank you. Minister Lizalor implied no, shestated quite bluntly that Skeptics were unpopular on this world. Isthat so?"Deniador's good humor seemed to intensify. "Certainly. How hurt we'd beif we weren't. Comporellon, you see, is a frustrated world. Without anyknowledge of the details, there is the general mythic belief, that once,many millennia ago, when the inhabited Galaxy was small, Comporellonwas the leading world. We never forget that, and the fact that in knownhistory we have not been leaders irks us, fills us thepopulation in general, that is with a feeling of injustice.
"Yet what can we do? The government was forced to be a loyal vassalof the Emperor once, and is a loyal Associate of the Foundation now. Andthe more we are made aware of our subordinate position, the strongerthe belief in the great, mysterious days of the past become.
"What, then, can Comporellon do? They could never defy the Empire inolder times and they can't openly defy the Foundation now. They takerefuge, therefore, in attacking and hating us, since we don't believethe legends and laugh at the superstitions.
"Nevertheless, we are safe from the grosser effects ofpersecution. We control the technology, and we fill the faculties of theUniversities. Some of us, who are particularly outspoken, have difficultyin teaching classes openly. I have that difficulty, for instance, thoughI have my students and hold meetings quietly off-campus. Nevertheless,if we were really driven out of public life, the technology wouldfail and the Universities would lose accreditation with the Galaxygenerally. Presumably, such is the folly of human beings, the prospectsof intellectual suicide might not stop them from indulging their hatred,but the Foundation supports us. Therefore, we are constantly scoldedand sneered at and denounced and never touched."Trevize said, "Is it popular opposition that keeps you from tellingus where Earth is? Do you fear that, despite everything, the anti-Skepticfeeling might turn ugly if you go too far?"Deniador shook his head. "No. Earth's location is unknown. I am nothiding anything from you out of fear or for any other reason.""But look," said Trevize urgently. "There are a limited numberof planets in this sector of the Galaxy that possess the physicalcharacteristics associated with habitability, and almost all ofthem must be not only inhabitable, but inhabited, and therefore wellknown to you. How difficult would it be to explore the sector for aplanet that would be habitable were it not for the fact that it wasradioactive? Besides that, you would look for such a planet with a large,satellite in attendance. Between radioactivity and a large satellite,Earth would be absolutely unmistakable and could not be missed evenwith only a casual search. It might take some time but that would bethe only difficulty."Deniador said, "The Skeptic's view is, of course, that Earth'sradioactivity and its large satellite are both simply legends. If welook for them, we look for sparrow-milk and rabbit-feathers.""Perhaps, but that shouldn't stop Comporellon from at least takingon the search. If they find a radioactive world of the proper size forhabitability, with a large satellite, what an appearance of credibilityit would lend to Comporellian legendry in general."Deniador laughed. "It may be that Comporellon doesn't search for thatvery reason. If we fail, or if we find an Earth obviously differentfrom the legends, the reverse would take place. Comporellian legendryin general would be blasted and made into a laughingstock. Comporellonwouldn't risk that."Trevize paused, then went on, very earnestly, "Besides, even ifwe discount those two uniquities if there is such a word inGalactic of radioactivity and a large satellite, there is a thirdthat, by definition, must exist, without any reference to legends. Earthmust have upon it either a flourishing life of incredible diversity,or the remnants of one, or, at the very least, the fossil record of sucha one."Deniador said, "Councilman, while Comporellon has sent out noorganized search party for Earth, we do have occasion totravel through space, and we occasionally have reports from ships thathave strayed from their intended routes for one reason or another. Jumpsare not always perfect, as perhaps you know. Nevertheless, there havebeen no reports of any planets with properties resembling those of thelegendary Earth, or any planet that is bursting with life. Nor is any shiplikely to land on what seems an uninhabited planet in order that the crewmight go fossil-hunting. If, then, in thousands of years nothing of thesort has been reported, I am perfectly willing to believe that locatingEarth is impossible, because Earth is not there to be located."Trevize said, in frustration, "But Earth must besomewhere . Somewhere there is a planet on which humanityand all the familiar forms of life associated with humanity evolved. IfEarth is not in this section of the Galaxy, it must be elsewhere.""Perhaps," said Deniador cold-bloodedly, "but in all this time,it hasn't turned up anywhere.""People haven't really looked for it.""Well, apparently you are. I wish you luck, but I would never bet onyour success."Trevize said, "Have there been attempts to determine the possibleposition of Earth by indirect means, by some means other than a directsearch?""Yes," said two voices at once. Deniador, who was the owner of one ofthe voices, said to Pelorat, "Are you thinking of Yariff's project?""I am," said Pelorat.
"Then would you explain it to the Councilman? I think he would morereadily believe you than me."Pelorat said, "You see, Golan, in the last days of the Empire, therewas a time when the Search for Origins, as they called it, was a popularpastime, perhaps to get away from the unpleasantness of the surroundingreality. The Empire was in a process of disintegration at that time,you know.
"It occurred to a Livian historian, Humbal Yariff, that whatever theplanet of origin, it would have settled worlds near itself sooner thanit would settle planets farther away. In general, the farther a worldfrom the point of origin the later it would have been settled.
"Suppose, then, one recorded the date of settlement of all habitableplanets in the Galaxy, and made networks of all that were a given numberof millennia old. There could be a network drawn through all planets tenthousand years old; another through those twelve thousand years old, stillanother through those fifteen thousand years old. Each network would, intheory, be roughly spherical and they should be roughly concentric. Theolder networks would form spheres smaller in radius than the youngerones, and if one worked out all the centers they should fall within acomparatively small volume of space that would include the planet oforigin Earth."Pelorat's face was very earnest as he kept drawing spherical surfaceswith his cupped hands. "Do you see my point, Golan?"Trevize nodded. "Yes. But I take it that it didn't work.""Theoretically, it should have, old fellow. One trouble was that timesof origin were totally inaccurate. Every world exaggerated its own ageto one degree or another and there was no easy way of determining ageindependently of legend."Bliss said, "Carbon-14 decay in ancient timber.""Certainly, dear," said Pelorat, "but you would have had to getco-operation from the worlds in question, and that was never given. Noworld wanted its own exaggerated claim of age to be destroyed and theEmpire was then in no position to override local objections in a matterso unimportant. It had other things on its mind.
"All that Yariff could do was to make use of worlds that were onlytwo thousand years old at most, and whose founding had been meticulouslyrecorded under reliable circumstances. There were few of those, andwhile they were distributed in roughly spherical symmetry, the centerwas relatively close to Trantor, the Imperial capital, because that waswhere the colonizing expeditions had originated for those relativelyfew worlds.
"That, of course, was another problem. Earth was not the only point oforigin of settlement for other worlds. As time went on, the older worldssent out settlement expeditions of their own, and at the time of theheight of Empire, Trantor was a rather copious source of those. Yariffwas, rather unfairly, laughed at and ridiculed and his professionalreputation was destroyed."Trevize said, "I get the story, Janov. Dr. Deniador, is therethen nothing at all you could give me that represents the faintestpossibility of hope? Is there any other world where it is conceivablethere may be some information concerning Earth?"Deniador sank into doubtful thought for a while. "We-eeell," he saidat last, drawing out the word hesitantly, "as a Skeptic I must tell youthat I'm not sure that Earth exists, or has ever existed. However "He fell silent again.
Finally, Bliss said, "I think you've thought of something that mightbe important, Doctor.""Important? I doubt it," said Deniador faintly. "Perhaps amusing,however. Earth is not the only planet whose position is a mystery. Thereare the worlds of the first group of Settlers; the Spacers, as theyare called in our legends. Some call the planets they inhabited the`Spacer worlds'; others call them the `Forbidden Worlds.' The lattername is now the usual one.
"In their pride and prime, the legend goes, the Spacers had lifetimesstretching out for centuries, and refused to allow our own short-livedancestors to land on their worlds. After we had defeated them, thesituation was reversed. We scorned to deal with them and left them tothemselves, forbidding our own ships and Traders to deal with them. Hencethose planets became the Forbidden Worlds. We were certain, so the legendstates, that He Who Punishes would destroy them without our intervention,and, apparently, He did. At least, no Spacer has appeared in the Galaxyto our knowledge, in many millennia.""Do you think that the Spacers would know about Earth?" saidTrevize.
"Conceivably, since their worlds were older than any of ours. That is,if any Spacers exist, which is extremely unlikely.""Even if they don't exist, their worlds do and may containrecords.""If you can find the worlds."Trevize looked exasperated. "Do you mean to say that the key to Earth,the location of which is unknown, may be found on Spacer worlds, thelocation of which is also unknown?"Deniador shrugged. "We have had no dealings with them for twentythousand years. No thought of them. They, too, like Earth, have recededinto the mists.""How many worlds did the Spacers live on?""The legends speak of fifty such worlds a suspiciously roundnumber. There were probably far fewer.""And you don't know the location of a single one of the fifty?""Well, now, I wonder ""What do you wonder?"Deniador said, "Since primeval history is my hobby, as it isDr. Pelorat's, I have occasionally explored old documents in search ofanything that might refer to early time; something more than legends. Lastyear, I came upon the records of an old ship, records that were almostindecipherable. It dated back to the very old days when our world wasnot yet known as Comporellon. The name `Baleyworld' was used, which,it seems to me, may be an even earlier form of the `Benbally world'
of our legends."Pelorat said, excitedly, "Have you published?""No," said Deniador. "I do not wish to dive until I am sure thereis water in the swimming pool, as the old saying has it. You see, therecord says that the captain of the ship had visited a Spacer world andtaken off with him a Spacer woman."Bliss said, "But you said that the Spacers did not allow visitors.""Exactly, and that is the reason I don't publish the material. Itsounds incredible. There are vague tales that could be interpreted asreferring to the Spacers and to their conflict with the Settlers ourown ancestors. Such tales exist not only on Comporellon but onmany worlds in many variations, but all are in absolute accord in onerespect. The two groups, Spacers and Settlers, did not mingle. Therewas no social contact, let alone sexual contact, and yet apparentlythe Settler captain and the Spacer woman were held together by bondsof love. This is so incredible that I see no chance of the story beingaccepted as anything but, at best, a piece of romantic historicalfiction."Trevize looked disappointed. "Is that all?""No, Councilman, there is one more matter. I came across somefigures in what was left of the log of the ship that might or mightnot represent spatial co-ordinates. If they were and I repeat,since my Skeptic's honor compels me to, that they might not be theninternal evidence made me conclude they were the spatial co-ordinatesof three of the Spacer worlds. One of them might be the Spacer worldwhere the captain landed and from which he withdrew his Spacer love."Trevize said, "Might it not be that even if the tale is fiction,the coordinates are real?""It might be," said Deniador. "I will give you the figures, and youare free to use them, but you might get nowhere. And yet I havean amusing notion." His quick smile made its appearance.
"What is that?" said Trevize.
"What if one of those sets of co-ordinates represented Earth?"27Comporellon's sun, distinctly orange, was larger inappearance than the sun of Terminus, but it was low in the sky and gaveout little heat. The wind, fortunately light, touched Trevize's cheekwith icy fingers.
He shivered inside the electrified coat he had been given by MitzaLizalor, who now stood next to him. He said, "It must warm up sometime,Mitza."She glanced up at the sun briefly, and stood there in the emptiness ofthe spaceport, showing no signs of discomfort tall, large, wearinga lighter coat than Trevize had on, and if not impervious to the cold,at least scornful of it.
She said, "We have a beautiful summer. It is not a long one but ourfood crops are adapted to it. The strains are carefully chosen so thatthey grow quickly in the sun and do not frostbite easily. Our domesticanimals are well furred, and Comporellian wool is the best in the Galaxyby general admission. Then, too, we have farm settlements in orbitabout Comporellon that grow tropical fruit. We actually export cannedpineapples of superior flavor. Most people who know us as a cold worlddon't know that."Trevize said, "I thank you for coming to see us off, Mitza, and forbeing willing to co-operate with us on this mission of ours. For my ownpeace of mind, however, I must ask whether you will find yourself inserious trouble over this.""No!" She shook her head proudly. "No trouble. In the first place, Iwill not be questioned. I am in control of transportation, which meansI alone set the rules for this spaceport and others, for the entrystations, for the ships that come and go. The Prime Minister dependson me for all that and is only too delighted to remain ignorant of itsdetails. And even if I were questioned, I have but to tell thetruth. The government would applaud me for not turning the ship over tothe Foundation. So would the people if it were safe to let them know. Andthe Foundation itself would not know of it."Trevize said, "The government might be willing to keep the ship fromthe Foundation, but would they be willing to approve your letting ustake it away?"Lizalor smiled. "You are a decent human being, Trevize. You havefought tenaciously to keep your ship and now that you have it you takethe trouble to concern yourself with my welfare." She reached toward himtentatively as though tempted to give some sign of affection and then,with obvious difficulty, controlled the impulse.
She said, with a renewed brusqueness, "Even if they question mydecision, I have but to tell them that you have been, and still are,searching for the Oldest, and they will say I did well to get rid ofyou as quickly as I did, ship and all, And they will perform the ritesof atonement that you were ever allowed to land in the first place,though there was no way we might have guessed what you were doing.""Do you truly fear misfortune to yourself and the world because ofmy presence?""Indeed," said Lizalor stolidly. Then she said, more softly, "Youhave brought misfortune to me, already, for now that I have known you,Comporellian men will seem more sapless still. I will be left with anunappeasable longing. He Who Punishes has already seen to that."Trevize hesitated, then said, "I do not wish you to change your mindon this matter, but I do not wish you to suffer needless apprehension,either. You must know that this matter of my bringing misfortune on youis simply superstition.""The Skeptic told you that, I presume.""I know it without his telling me."Lizalor brushed her face, for a thin rime was gathering on herprominent eyebrows and said, "I know there are some who think itsuperstition. That the Oldest brings misfortune is, however, a fact. Ithas been demonstrated many times and all the clever Skeptical argumentscan't legislate the truth out of existence."She thrust out her hand suddenly. "Good-bye, Golan. Get on the shipand join your companions before your soft Terminian body freezes in ourcold, but kindly wind.""Good-bye, Mitza, and I hope to see you when I return.""Yes, you have promised to return and I have tried to believe thatyou would. I have even told myself that I would come out and meet youat your ship in space so that misfortune would fall only on me and notupon my world but you will not return.""Not so! I will! I would not give you up that easily, having hadpleasure of you." And at that moment, Trevize was firmly convinced thathe meant it.
"I do not doubt your romantic impulses, my sweet Foundationer, butthose who venture outward on a search for the Oldest will never comeback anywhere. I know that in my heart."Trevize tried to keep his teeth from chattering. It was from coldand he didn't want her to think it was from fear. He said, "That, too,is superstition.""And yet," she said, "that, too, is true."28It was good to be back in the pilot-room of theFar Star . It might be cramped for room. It might be a bubble ofimprisonment in infinite space. Nevertheless, it was familiar, friendly,and warm.
Bliss said, "I'm glad you finally came aboard. I was wondering howlong you would remain with the Minister.""Not long," said Trevize. "It was cold.""It seemed to me," said Bliss, "that you were considering remainingwith her and postponing the search for Earth. I do not like to probeyour mind even lightly, but I was concerned for you and that temptationunder which you labored seemed to leap out at me."Trevize said, "You're quite right. Momentarily at least, I felt thetemptation. The Minister is a remarkable woman and I've never met anyonequite like her. Did you strengthen my resistance, Bliss?"She said, "I've told you many times I must not and will not tamper withyour mind in any way, Trevize. You beat down the temptation, I imagine,through your strong sense of duty.""No, I rather think not." He smiled wryly. "Nothing so dramatic andnoble. My resistance was strengthened, for one thing, by the fact thatis was cold, and for another, by the sad thought that it wouldn't takemany sessions with her to kill me. I could never keep up the pace."Pelorat said, "Well, anyway, you are safely aboard. What are we goingto do next?""In the immediate future, we are going to move outward throughthe planetary system at a brisk pace until we are far enough fromComporellon's sun to make a Jump.""Do you think we will be stopped or followed?""No, I really think that the Minister is anxious only that we go awayas rapidly as possible and stay away, in order that the vengeance of HeWho Punishes not fall upon the planet. In fact ""Yes?""She believes the vengeance will surely fall on us. She is underthe firm conviction that we will never return. This, I hasten to add,is not an estimate of my probable level of infidelity, which she has hadno occasion to measure. She meant that Earth is so terrible a bearer ofmisfortune that anyone who seeks it must die in the process."Bliss said, "How many have left Comporellon in search of Earth thatshe can make such a statement?""I doubt that any Comporellian has ever left on such a search. I toldher that her fears were mere superstition.""Are you sure you believe that, or have you let hershake you?""I know her fears are the purest superstition in the form she expressesthem, but they may be well founded just the same.""You mean, radioactivity will kill us if we try to land on it?""I don't believe that Earth is radioactive. What I do believe is thatEarth protects itself. Remember that all reference to Earth in the Libraryon Trantor has been removed. Remember that Gaia's marvelous memory, inwhich all the planet takes part down to the rock strata of the surfaceand the molten metal at the core, stops short of penetrating far enoughback to tell us anything of Earth.
"Clearly, if Earth is powerful enough to do that, it might also becapable of adjusting minds in order to force belief in its radioactivity,and thus preventing any search for it. Perhaps because Comporellon isso close that it represents a particular danger to Earth, there is thefurther reinforcement of a curious blankness. Deniador, who is a Skepticand a scientist, is utterly convinced that there is no use searching forEarth. He says it cannot be found. And that is why the Minister'ssuperstition may be well founded. If Earth is so intent on concealingitself, might it not kill us, or distort us, rather than allow us tofind it?"Bliss frowned and said, "Gaia "Trevize said quickly, "Don't say Gaia will protect us. Since Earthwas able to remove Gaia's earliest memories, it is clear that in anyconflict between the two Earth will win."Bliss said coldly, "How do you know that the memories were removed? Itmight be that it simply took time for Gaia to develop a planetary memoryand that we can now probe backward only to the time of the completionof that development. And if the memory was removed, howcan you be sure that it was Earth that did it?"Trevize said, "I don't know. I merely advance my speculations."Pelorat put in, rather timidly, "If Earth is so powerful, and so intenton preserving its privacy, so to speak, of what use is our search? Youseem to think Earth won't allow us to succeed and will kill us if thatwill be what it takes to keep us from succeeding. In that case, is thereany sense in not abandoning this whole thing?""It might seem we ought to give up, I admit, but I have this powerfulconviction that Earth exists, and I must and will find it. And Gaiatells me that when I have powerful convictions of this sort, I am alwaysright.""But how can we survive the discovery, old chap?""It may be," said Trevize, with an effort at lightness, "that Earth,too, will recognize the value of my extraordinary rightness and will leaveme to myself. But  and this is what I am finally gettingat I cannot be certain that you two will survive and that is ofconcern to me. It always has been, but it is increasing now and it seemsto me that I ought to take you two back to Gaia and then proceed on myown. It is I, not you, who first decided I must search for Earth; it is I,not you, who see value in it; it is I, not you, who am driven. Let it beI, then, not you, who take the risk. Let me go on alone. Janov?"Pelorat's long face seemed to grow longer as he buried his chin inhis neck. "I won't deny I feel nervous, Golan, but I'd be ashamed toabandon you. I would disown myself if I did so.""Bliss?""Gaia will not abandon you, Trevize, whatever you do. If Earth shouldprove dangerous, Gaia will protect you as far as it can. And in any case,in my role as Bliss, I will not abandon Pel, and if he clings to you,then I certainly cling to him."Trevize said grimly, "Very well, then. I've given you your chance. Wego on together.""Together," said Bliss.
Pelorat smiled slightly, and gripped Trevize'sshoulder. "Together. Always."29Bliss said, "Look at that, Pel."She had been making use of the ship's telescope by hand, almostaimlessly, as a change from Pelorat's library of Earth-legendry.
Pelorat approached, placed an arm about her shoulders and looked atthe viewscreen. One of the gas giants of the Comporellian planetary systemwas in sight, magnified till it seemed the large body it really was.
In color it was a soft orange streaked with paler stripes. Viewedfrom the planetary plane, and more distant from the sun than the shipitself was, it was almost a complete circle of light.
"Beautiful," said Pelorat.
"The central streak extends beyond the planet, Pel."Pelorat furrowed his brow and said, "You know, Bliss, I believeit does.""Do you suppose it's an optical illusion?"Pelorat said, "I'm not sure, Bliss. I'm as much a space-novice asyou are Golan!"Trevize answered the call with a rather feeble "What is it?" andentered the pilot-room, looking a bit rumpled, as though he had just beennapping on his bed with his clothes on which was exactly what hehad been doing.
He said, in a rather peevish way, "Please! Don't be handling theinstruments.""It's just the telescope," said Pelorat. "Look at that."Trevize did. "It's a gas giant, the one they call Gallia, accordingto the information I was given.""How can you tell it's that one, just looking?""For one thing," said Trevize, "at our distance from the sun, andbecause of the planetary sizes and orbital positions, which I've beenstudying in plotting our course, that's the only one you could magnifyto that extent at this time. For another thing, there's the ring.""Ring?" said Bliss, mystified.
"All you can see is a thin, pale marking, because we're viewing italmost edge-on. We can zoom up out of the planetary plane and give youa better view. Would you like that?"Pelorat said, "I don't want to make you have to recalculate positionsand courses, Golan. ""Oh well, the computer will do it for me with little trouble." He satdown at the computer as he spoke and placed his hands on the markings thatreceived them. The computer, finely attuned to his mind, did the rest.
The Far Star , free of fuel problems or of inertial sensations,accelerated rapidly, and once again, Trevize felt a surge of love for acomputer-and-ship that responded in such a way to him as thoughit was his thought that powered and directed it, as though it were apowerful and obedient extension of his will.
It was no wonder the Foundation wanted it back; no wonder Comporellonhad wanted it for itself. The only surprise was that the force ofsuperstition had been strong enough to cause Comporellon to be willingto give it up.
Properly armed, it could outrun or outfight any ship in the Galaxy,or any combination of ships provided only that it did not encounteranother ship like itself.
Of course, it was not properly armed. Mayor Branno, in assigning himthe ship, had at least been cautious enough to leave it unarmed.
Pelorat and Bliss watched intently as the planet, Gallia, slowly,slowly, tipped toward them. The upper pole (whichever it was) becamevisible, with turbulence in a large circular region around it, whilethe lower pole retired behind the bulge of the sphere.
At the upper end, the dark side of the planet invaded the sphere oforange light, and the beautiful circle became increasingly lopsided.
What seemed more exciting was that the central pale streak was nolonger straight but had come to be curved, as were the other streaks tothe north and south, but more noticeably so.
Now the central streak extended beyond the edges of the planet verydistinctly and did so in a narrow loop on either side. There was noquestion of illusion; its nature was apparent. It was a ring of matter,looping about the planet, and hidden on the far side.
"That's enough to give you the idea, I think," said Trevize. "If wewere to move over the planet, you would see the ring in its circularform, concentric about the planet, touching it nowhere. You'll probablysee that it's not one ring either but several concentric rings.""I wouldn't have thought it possible," said Pelorat blankly. "Whatkeeps it in space?""The same thing that keeps a satellite in space," said Trevize. "Therings consist of tiny particles, every one of which is orbiting theplanet. The rings are so close to the planet that tidal effects preventit from coalescing into a single body."Pelorat shook his head. "It's horrifying when I think of it, oldman. How is it possible that I can have spent my whole life as a scholarand yet know so little about astronomy?""And I know nothing at all about the myths of humanity. No one canencompass all of knowledge. The point is that these planetaryrings aren't unusual. Almost every single gas giant has them, even ifit's only a thin curve of dust. As it happens, the sun of Terminus has notrue gas giant in its planetary family, so unless a Terminian is a spacetraveler, or has taken University instruction in astronomy, he's likelyto know nothing about planetary rings. What is unusual is a ring thatis sufficiently broad to be bright and noticeable, like that one. It'sbeautiful. It must be a couple of hundred kilometers wide, at least."At this point, Pelorat snapped his fingers. " That's what it meant."Bliss looked startled. "What is it, Pel?"Pelorat said, "I came across a scrap of poetry once, very ancient,and in an archaic version of Galactic that was hard to make out but thatwas good evidence of great age. Though I shouldn't complain of thearchaism, old chap. My work has made me an expert on various varietiesof Old Galactic, which is quite gratifying even if it is of no use tome whatever outside my work. What was I talking about?"Bliss said, "An old scrap of poetry, Pel dear.""Thank you, Bliss," he said. And to Trevize, "She keeps close trackof what I say in order to pull me back whenever I get off-course, whichis most of the time.""It's part of your charm, Pel," said Bliss, smiling.
"Anyway, this scrap of poetry purported to describe the planetarysystem of which Earth was part. Why it should do so, I don't know,for the poem as a whole does not survive; at least, I was never ableto locate it. Only this one portion survived, perhaps because of itsastronomical content. In any case, it spoke of the brilliant triplering of the sixth planet `both brade and large, sae the woruld shronk incomparisoun.' I can still quote it, you see. I didn't understand what aplanet's ring could be. I remember thinking of three circles on one sideof the planet, all in a row. It seemed so nonsensical, I didn't botherto include it in my library. I'm sorry now I didn't inquire." He shookhis head. "Being a mythologist in today's Galaxy is so solitary a job,one forgets the good of inquiring."Trevize said consolingly, "You were probably right to ignore it,Janov. It's a mistake to take poetic chatter literally.""But that's what was meant," said Pelorat, pointing at thescreen. "That's what the poem was speaking of. Three wide rings,concentric, wider than the planet itself."Trevize said, "I never heard of such a thing. I don't think ringscan be that wide. Compared to the planet they circle, they are alwaysvery narrow."Pelorat said, "We never heard of a habitable planet with a giantsatellite, either. Or one with a radioactive crust. This is uniquenessnumber three. If we find a radioactive planet that might be otherwisehabitable, with a giant satellite, and with another planet in thesystem that has a huge ring, there would be no doubt at all that we hadencountered Earth."Trevize smiled. "I agree, Janov. If we find all three, we willcertainly have found Earth.""If!" said Bliss, with a sigh.
30They were beyond the main worlds of the planetarysystem, plunging outward between the positions of the two outermostplanets so that there was now no significant mass within 1.5 billionkilometers. Ahead lay only the vast cometary cloud which, gravitationally,was insignificant.
The Far Star had accelerated to a speed of 0.1 c , onetenth the speed of light. Trevize knew well that, in theory, the shipcould be accelerated to nearly the speed of light, but he also knew that,in practice, 0.1 c was the reasonable limit.
At that speed, any object with appreciable mass could be avoided,but there was no way of dodging the innumerable dust particles in space,and, to a far greater extent even, individual atoms and molecules. Atvery fast speeds, even such small objects could do damage, scouring andscraping the ship's hull. At speeds near the speed of light, each atomsmashing into the hull had the properties of a cosmic ray particle. Underthat penetrating cosmic radiation, anyone on board ship would not longsurvive.
The distant stars showed no perceptible motion in the viewscreen,and even though the ship was moving at thirty thousand kilometers persecond, there was every appearance of its standing still.
The computer scanned space to great distances for any oncoming objectof small but significant size that might be on a collision course, andthe ship veered gently to avoid it, in the extremely unlikely case thatthat would be necessary. Between the small size of any possible oncomingobject, the speed with which it was passed, and the lack of inertialeffect as the result of the course change, there was no way of tellingwhether anything ever took place in the nature of what might be termed a"close call."Trevize, therefore, did not worry about such things, or even giveit the most casual thought. He kept his full attention on the threesets of co-ordinates he had been given by Deniador, and, particularly,on the set which indicated the object closest to themselves.
"Is there something wrong with the figures?" asked Peloratanxiously.
"I can't tell yet," said Trevize. "Co-ordinates in themselves aren'tuseful, unless you know the zero point and the conventions used insetting them up the direction in which to mark off the distance,so to speak, what the equivalent of a prime meridian is, and so on.""How do you find out such things?" said Pelorat blankly.
"I obtained the co-ordinates of Terminus and a few other knownpoints, relative to Comporellon. If I put them into the computer,it will calculate what the conventions must be for such co-ordinatesif Terminus and the other points are to be correctly located. I'm onlytrying to organize things in my mind so that I can properly program thecomputer for this. Once the conventions are determined, the figures wehave for the Forbidden Worlds might possibly have meaning.""Only possibly?" said Bliss.
"Only possibly, I'm afraid," said Trevize. "These are old figuresafter all presumably Comporellian, but not definitely. What ifthey are based on other conventions?""In that case?""In that case, we have only meaningless figures. But we justhave to find out."His hands flickered over the softly glowing keys of the computer,feeding it the necessary information. He then placed his hands onthe handmarks on the desk. He waited while the computer worked out theconventions of the known co-ordinates, paused a moment, then interpretedthe co-ordinates of the nearest Forbidden World by the same conventions,and finally located those co-ordinates on the Galactic map in itsmemory.
A starfield appeared on the screen and moved rapidly as it adjusteditself. When it reached stasis, it expanded with stars bleeding off theedges in all directions until they were almost all gone. At no pointcould the eye follow the rapid change; it was all a speckled blur. Untilfinally, a space one tenth of a parsec on each side (according to theindex figures below the screen) was all that remained. There was nofurther change, and only half a dozen dial sparks relieved the darknessof the screen.
"Which one is the Forbidden World?" asked Pelorat softly.
"None of them," said Trevize. "Four of them are red dwarfs, one anear-red dwarf, and the last a white dwarf. None of them can possiblyhave a habitable world in orbit about them.""How do you know they're red dwarfs just by looking at them?"Trevize said, "We're not looking at real stars; we're looking at asection of the Galactic map stored in the computer's memory. Each oneis labeled. You can't see it and ordinarily I couldn't see it either,but as long as my hands are making contact, as they are, I am aware of aconsiderable amount of data on any star on which my eyes concentrate."Pelorat said in a woebegone tone, "Then the co-ordinates areuseless."Trevize looked up at him, "No, Janov. I'm not finished. There'sstill the matter of time. The co-ordinates for the Forbidden Worldare those of twenty thousand years ago. In that time, both it andComporellon have been revolving about the Galactic Center, and theymay well be revolving at different speeds and in orbits of differentinclinations and eccentricities. With time, therefore, the two worldsmay be drifting closer together or farther apart and, in twenty thousandyears, the Forbidden World may have drifted anywhere from one-half tofive parsecs off the mark. It certainly wouldn't be included in thattenth-parsec square.""What do we do, then?""We have the computer move the Galaxy twenty thousand years back intime relative to Comporellon.""Can it do that?" asked Bliss, sounding rather awe-struck.
"Well, it can't move the Galaxy itself back in time, but it can movethe map in its memory banks back in time."Bliss said, "Will we see anything happen?""Watch," said Trevize.
Very slowly, the half-dozen stars crawled over the face of thescreen. A new star, not hitherto on the screen, drifted in from the lefthand edge, and Pelorat pointed in excitement. "There! There!"Trevize said, "Sorry. Another red dwarf. They're very common. Atleast three fourths of all the stars in the Galaxy are red dwarfs."The screen settled down and stopped moving.
"Well?" said Bliss.
Trevize said, "That's it. That's the view of that portion of theGalaxy as it would have been twenty thousand years ago. At the verycenter of the screen is a point where the Forbidden World ought to beif it had been drifting at some average velocity.""Ought to be, but isn't," said Bliss sharply.
"It isn't," agreed Trevize, with remarkably little emotion.
Pelorat released his breath in a long sigh. "Oh, too bad, Golan."Trevize said, "Wait, don't despair. I wasn't expecting to see thestar there.""You weren't?" said Pelorat, astonished.
"No. I told you that this isn't the Galaxy itself, but the computer'smap of the Galaxy. If a real star is not included in the map, we don'tsee it. If the planet is called `Forbidden' and has been called so fortwenty thousand years, the chances are it wouldn't be included in themap. And it isn't, for we don't see it."Bliss said, "We might not see it because it doesn't exist. TheComporellian legends may be false, or the co-ordinates may be wrong.""Very true. The computer, however, can now make an estimate as towhat the co-ordinates ought to be at this time, now that it has locatedthe spot where it may have been twenty thousand years ago. Using theco-ordinates corrected for time, a correction I could only have madethrough use of the star map, we can now switch to the real starfield ofthe Galaxy itself."Bliss said, "But you only assumed an average velocity for the ForbiddenWorld. What if its velocity was not average? You would not now have thecorrect co-ordinates.""True enough, but a correction, assuming average velocity, is almostcertain to be closer to its real position, than if we had made no timecorrection at all.""You hope!" said Bliss doubtfully.
"That's exactly what I do," said Trevize. "I hope. And nowlet's look at the real Galaxy."The two onlookers watched tensely, while Trevize (perhaps to reducehis own tensions and delay the zero moment) spoke softly, almost asthough he were lecturing.
"It's more difficult to observe the real Galaxy," he said. "The map inthe computer is an artificial construction, with irrelevancies capable ofbeing eliminated. If there is a nebula obscuring the view, I can removeit. If the angle of view is inconvenient for what I have in mind, I canchange the angle, and so on. The real Galaxy, however, I must take asI find it, and if I want a change I must move physically through space,which will take far more time than it would take to adjust a map."And as he spoke, the screen showed a star cloud so rich in individualstars as to seem an irregular heap of powder.
Trevize said, "That's a large angle view of a section of the MilkyWay, and I want the foreground, of course. If I expand the foreground,the background will tend to fade in comparison. The co-ordinate spotis close enough to Comporellon so that I should be able to expand itto about the situation I had on the view of the map. Just let me putin the necessary instructions, if I can hold on to my sanity longenough. Now ."The starfield expanded with a rush so that thousands of stars pushedoff every edge, giving the watchers so real a sensation of moving towardthe screen that all three automatically leaned backward as though inresponse to a forward rush.
The old view returned, not quite as dark as it had been on the map,but with the half-dozen stars shown as they had been in the originalview. And there, close to the center, was another star, shining far morebrightly than the others.
"There it is," said Pelorat, in an awed whisper.
"It may be. I'll have the computer take its spectrum and analyzeit." There was a moderately long pause, then Trevize said, "Spectralclass, G-4, which makes it a trifle dimmer and smaller than Terminus'ssun, but rather brighter than Comporellon's sun. And no G-class starshould be omitted from the computer's Galactic map. Since this one is,that is a strong indication that it may be the sun about which theForbidden World revolves."Bliss said, "Is there any chance of its turning out that there is nohabitable planet revolving about this star after all?""There's a chance, I suppose. In that case, we'll try to find theother two Forbidden Worlds."Bliss persevered. "And if the other two are false alarms, too?""Then we'll try something else.""Like what?""I wish I knew," said Trevize grimly.

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“葛兰，”裴洛拉特说：“我在旁边看，会不会打扰你？”
“一点都下会，詹诺夫。”崔维兹说。
“如果我问问题呢？”
“问吧。”
于是裴洛拉特问道：“你到底在做什么？”
崔维兹将视线从显像屏幕栘开。“只要是屏幕上看起来很接近那个禁忌世界的恒星，每一颗的距离我都得测量出来，这样我才能断定它们真正的距离。我必须知道它们的着力场，所以需要质量和距离的数据。如果缺乏这些资料，就无法保证能做一次成功的跃迁。”
“你怎么做呢？”
“嗯，我看到的每一颗恒星，电脑记忆库中都存有它的座标，这些座标可转换成康普隆的座标系统。接下来，根据远星号在太空中相对于康普隆之阳的位置，再做小幅度的修正，就能得到每颗恒星和我们的距离。屏幕上看来，那些红矮星都很接近那个禁忌世界，伹事实上有些可能更近，有些其实则更远。我们需要知道它们的三维位置，你懂了吧。”
裴洛拉特点了点头。“你已经有了那个禁忌世界的座标……”
“没错，但那不够，我还需要知道其他恒星的距离——误差可以容许在百分之一左右；在那个禁忌世界附近，那些恒星的着力场强度都很小，些许误差不会造成明显的差别。而那个禁忌世界环绕的太阳，或是说可能拥有禁忌世界的那颗恒星，在禁忌世界附近产生的着力场却很强，我必须知道它精确的距离，精确度至少得是其他恒星的一千倍，单有座标无法做到这点。”
“那你该怎么做呢？”
“我测量出那个禁忌世界——或者应该说它的恒星——与附近三颗恒星的视距离。那三颗恒星都很暗淡，需要放大许多倍才看得清楚，因此，它们的距离想必都很远。然后，我们将其中一颗摆在屏幕中央，再向一侧跃迁十分之一秒差距，跃迁的方向垂直于对禁忌世界的视线。由于附近没有什么恒星，即使我们不知道较远处星体的距离，这样的跃迁仍然很安全。
“在跃迁之后，位于中央的那颗参考恒星仍缓篝在原处，如果三颗恒星距离我们真的很远，其他两颗暗星的位置也不会有什么变化。然而，那个禁忌世界的恒星距离较近，因此会有视差移位产生，从移位的大小，我们便能决定它和我们之间的距离。假如我想验证一次，我可以另选三颗恒星，着新再试一遍。”
裴洛拉特说：“总共要花多少时间？”
“不会太久，繁着的工作都由电脑负责，我只要发号施令就行了。真正花时间的工作，是我必须研究测量的结果，确定它们都没问题，还有我的指令没有任何失误。如果我是那种蛮勇之徒，对自己和电脑具有完全的信心，那么几分钟内就能完成了。”
裴洛拉特说：“真是太奇妙了，想想电脑能帮我们做多少事。”
“这个我一向心里有数。”
“假如没有电脑，你要怎么办？”
“假如没有着力太空船，我要怎么办？假如我未受过太空航行训练，我要怎么办？假如没有两万年的超空间科技做我的后盾，我又要怎么办？事实上我就是现在这样——在此时，在此地。倘若我们想像自己身处两万年后的未来，我们又要赞叹什么样的科技奇迹？或者有没有可能，两万年后人类己不复存在？”
“几乎不可能，”裴洛拉特说：“几乎不可能不存在。即使我们没成为盖娅星系的一部分，我们仍有心理史学指导我们。”
崔维兹在椅子上转过身来，双手松开电脑。“让它计算距离吧，”他说：“让它着复检查几遍，我们反正不急。”
他用怪异的眼光望着裴洛拉特，又说：“心理史学！你知道的，詹诺夫，在康普隆上，这个话题出现了两次，每次都被斥为迷信。我自己说过一次，后来丹尼亚多也提到了。毕竟，除了说它是基地的迷信，你又能如何定义心理史学？它难道下是一种没有证明和证据的信仰吗？你怎么想，詹诺夫？这个问题应该比较接近你的领域。”
裴洛拉特说：“你为什么要说没证据呢，葛兰？哈里·谢顿的拟像已经在穹窿中出现许多次，每当着大事件发生时，他就会针对时势侃侃而谈。当年，他若是无法使用心理史学的方法做出预测，就不可能知道未来才会发生的事件。”
崔维兹点了点头。“听起来的确不简单，即使有过一次失误，没能预测到骡，那仍是不简单的事。但话说回来，它还是令人感到邪门，有点像是魔术，任何术士都会玩这种把戏。”
“没有任何术士能预测几世纪后的事。”
“没有任何术士能创造奇迹，只是让你信以为真罢了。”
“拜托，葛兰，我想不出有什么伎俩，能让我预测五个世纪后会发生什么。”
“你也无法想像有什么伎俩，能让一个术士读取藏在无人轨道卫星中的讯息。然而，我就目睹一个术士做到这一点。你有没有想过，定时信囊以及哈里·谢顿的拟像，也许都是政府一手导演出来的？”
裴洛拉特对这种说法显得相当反感。“他们不会那么做。”
崔维兹发出一下轻蔑的嘘声。
裴洛拉特说：“假如他们企图这样做，一定会被逮到的。”
“这点我不敢肯定。不过，问题是我们不知道心理史学如何运作。”
“我也不知道那台电脑如何运作，可是我知道它的确有用。”
“那是因为还有别人知道它如何运作，如果没有任何人知道，又会是什么样的情况？那样的话，要是它因为某种原因停摆，我们都会变得一筹莫展。如果心理史学突然失灵……”
“第二基地人知道心理史学的运作方式。”
“你又怎么晓得，詹诺夫？”
“大家都这么说。”
“什么事大家都可以说——啊，禁忌世界的恒星和我们的距离算出来了，我希望算得非常精确，让我们来推敲一下这组数字。”
他盯着那组数字良久，嘴唇还不时蠕动，彷佛心中正做着一些概略的计算。最后，他终于开口，不过眼睛没扬起来。“宝绮思在做什么？”
“在睡觉，老弟。”然后，裴洛拉特又为她辩护道：“她很需要睡眠，葛兰。跨越超空间而维持为盖娅的一部分，是很消耗精力的一件事。”
“我想也是。”崔维兹说完，又转过身面对电脑，他将双手放在桌面上，喃喃说道：“我要让它分成几次跃迁前进，并且每次都要着新检查。”然后他将双手又收回来，“我是说真的，詹诺夫，你对心理史学知道多少？”
裴洛拉特好像有点意外。“一窍不通。身为历史学家，比如像我，和身为心理史学家简直有天壤之别。当然啦，我知道心理史学的两个根本基石，但是这点每个人都晓得。”
“连我都知道。第一个条件是涉及的人口数目必须足够庞大，才能使用统计方式处理。可是多大才算‘足够庞大’呢？”
裴洛拉特说：“银河人口的最新估计值是一万兆左右，也许还低估了。当然啦，这是绝对够大了。”
“你怎么知道？”
“因为心理史学的确有效，葛兰。不论你如何强词夺理，它的确有效啊。”
“而第二个条件，”崔维兹又说：“是人类不能知晓心理史学，否则他们的反应会产生偏差——可是大家都晓得有心理史学啊。”
“只是知道它的存在罢了，老弟，那不能算数。第二个条件其实是说，人类不能知晓心理史学所做的预测，而大家的确不知道。唯有第二基地人才应该晓得，但他们是特例。”
“仅仅以这两个条件为基础，就能建立起心理史学这门科学，实在令人难以置信。”
“并非仅仅根据这两个条件，”裴洛拉特说：“其中还牵涉到高等数学和精密的统计方法。据说——如果你想听听口述历史——哈里·谢顿当初开创心理史学，是以气体运动论为蓝本。气体中的每个原子或分子都在做随机运动，因此我们无法知道任何一个的位置或速度。然而，利用统计学，我们能导出描述它们整体行为的精确规律。根据这个原则，谢顿企图解出人类社会的整体行为，虽然这个解不适用于人类个体。”
“或许如此，但人类并不是原子。”
“没错，”裴洛拉特说：“人类具有意识，行为复杂到足以显现自由意志。谢顿究竟如何处理这个问题，我完全没概念，即使有懂得的人设法向我解释，我也确定自己无法了解。可是无论如何，他的确成功了。”
崔维兹说：“因此这个理论想要成立，必须有为数众多而不明就里的一群人。你难道不觉得，这么巨大的一个数学架构，是建立在松软的基础上吗？如果这两个条件无法真正满足，那么一切都会垮台。”
“可是既然谢顿计画没垮……”
“或者，假如这两个条件并非完全不合或不足，只是比理论预期的弱一些，那么心理史学也许能有效运作好几世纪，然后，在遇到某个特殊危机时，它便会在一夕之间垮掉——就像当初骡出现时，它暂时垮掉那样。此外，如果还应该有第三个条件呢？”
“什么第三个条件？”裴洛拉特微微皱起眉头。
“我也下知道，”崔维兹说：“一个论述也许表面上完全合乎逻辑，而且绝妙无比，却隐含了某些未曾言明的假设。也许这第三个条件，是大家视为理所当然的假设，所以从来没人想到过。”
“如果一个假设被视为如此理所当然，通常都是相当正确的，否则的话，就不可能被视为如此理所当然。”
崔维兹嗤之以鼻。“如果你对科学史和对传说历史一样了解，詹诺夫，你就会知道这种说法错得有多严着——不过我想，我们已经来到那个禁忌世界的太阳附近了。”
的确，屏幕正中央出现了一颗明后的恒星。由于太过明后，屏幕自动将它的光芒滤掉大部分，其他恒星因而尽数从屏幕上消失。
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远星号上的洗濯与个人卫生设备十分精简，用水量永远维持合理的最小值，以免回收系统超过负荷。这一点，崔维兹曾板着脸提醒裴洛拉特与宝绮思。
尽避如此，宝绮思总有办法随时保持清爽光鲜，她乌黑的长发永远有着后丽的光泽，她的指甲也始终明后耀眼。
此时，她走进驾驶舱，说道：“你们在这儿啊！”
崔维兹抬起头来。“用不着惊讶。我们几乎不可能离开太空船，即使你无法用心灵侦测到我们的行踪，只要花上三十秒，就一定能在太空船中找到我们。”
宝绮思说：“这句话纯然是一种问候，不该照字面解释，你自己其实很清楚这点。现在我们在哪里？可别说‘在驾驶舱中’。”
“宝绮思吾爱，”裴洛拉特说着伸出一只手。“我们现在，是在那个禁忌世界所属行星系的外围区域。”
她走到裴洛拉特身旁，将一只手轻放在他的肩上，他则用手臂环住她的腰。她说：“它不会是什么真正的禁忌，我们未受任何阻拦。”
崔维兹说：“它之所以成为禁忌，是因为康普隆和其他第二波殖民者建立的世界，刻意和第一波殖民者——外世界人所建立的世界隔离。如果我们自己没感受到这种刻意的限制，又有什么能阻止我们？”
“那些外世界人，如果还有任何人存留下来，或许也会刻意和第二波殖民世界隔离。虽然我们不介意侵入他们的领域，这绝不代表他们也不介意。”
“说得很对，”崔维兹道：“如果他们还在，的确会是如此。伹直到现在，我们甚至还不知道他们的行星是否存在。目前为止，我们所看到的只有普通的气态巨行星，总共有两颗，而且不是特别大。”
裴洛拉特连忙说：“但这并下代表外世界人已不存在，可住人世界一律很接近太阳，体积也比气态巨行星小很多，而且在这个距离，闪焰使我们极难侦测到它们。我们得藉由微跃到达内围，以便侦测这些行星。”能像个老练的太空旅人一样说得头头是道，似乎令他相当骄傲。
“这样的话，”宝绮思说：“我们现在为何不向内围前进？”
“时辰未到，”崔维兹说：“我正在叫电脑尽量侦察人工天体的迹象，我们要分几个阶段向内挺进——如果有必要，分成十几个阶段都行——每次都要停下来侦察一番。我不希望这次又中了圈套，就像我们首度接近盖哑那样。还记得吧，詹诺夫？”
“我们每逃诩有可能落入那种圈套，盖哑的圈套却为我带来宝绮思。”裴洛拉特以爱怜的眼光凝视着她。
崔维兹咧嘴冷笑了一下。“你希望每逃诩有个新的宝绮思吗？”
裴洛拉特露出一副委屈的表情，宝绮思带着微嗔说：“我的好兄弟，或者不管裴坚持叫你什么，你最好快些向内围前进。只要有我跟你在一起，你就不会落入圈套。”
“靠盖娅的力量？”
“侦测其他心灵的存在？当然没问题。”
“你确定自己的力量够强吗，宝绮思？你为了和盖哑主体维持联系而消耗的体力，我猜一定得睡很久才能补回来。你现在和力量的源头距离那么远，能力也许大大受限，我又能仰仗你多少呢？”
宝绮思涨红了脸。“联系的力量足够强大。”
崔维兹说：“别生气，我只不过问问而已。你难道看不出来，这就是身为盖哑的缺点之一吗？我不是盖娅，我是个完整的、独立的个体，这表示我能随心所欲到处旅行，不论离开我的世界、我的同胞多远都可以，我始终还是葛兰·崔维兹。我拥有的各种能力，我会继续保有，无论到哪里都不会有任何变化。假如我孤独地在太空中，几秒差距之内没有任何人类，又由于某种原因，无法以任何方式跟任何人联络，甚趾蟋天上的星星都看不见一颗，我依旧是葛兰·崔维兹。我也许无法生还，我可能因此死去，但我至死仍是葛兰·崔维兹。”
宝绮思说：“孤独一人在太空中，远离所有的人，你就无法向你的同胞求助，也无法仰赖他们的各种才能和知识。独自一人，身为一个孤立的个体，和你身为整体社会的一份子比较，你会变得渺小得可怜。”
崔维兹说：“然而，这种渺小和你如今的情况不同。你和盖娅间有个键结，它比我和社会间的联系要强得多，而且这个键结可以一直延伸，甚至能跨越超空间，可是它需要靠能量来维持。因此你一定会累得气喘吁吁，我是指心灵上的，并且感到自己的能力被大大削弱，这种感觉会比我的强烈许多。”
宝绮思年轻的脸庞突然显得分外凝着，一时之间，她似乎不再年轻，或者说根本看不出年龄。她已经不只是宝绮思，而变得更像盖哑，仿佛欲藉此反驳崔维兹的论调。她说：“即使你说的每件事都对，葛兰·崔维兹——过去、现在、未来你都是你，或许不会减少一分，却也一定不会增加丝毫——即使你说的每件事都对，你以为天下有白吃的午餐吗？难道做个像你这样的恒温动物，不比一条鱼，或是其他的变温动物要好吗？”
裴洛拉特说：“陆龟就是变温动物，端点星上没有，不过有些世界上看得到。它们是一种有壳的动物，动作缓慢而寿命极长。”
“很好，那么，身为人类难道不比做陆龟好吗？不论在任何温度下，人类都能维持快速行动，不会变得慢吞吞的。人类能支持高能量的活动、迅速收缩的肌肉、迅速运作的神经纤维，以及旺盛而持久的思考——这难道不比爬行缓慢、感觉迟钝、对周遭一切仅有模糊意识的陆龟好得多吗？对不对？”
“我同意，”崔维兹说：“的确是这样，伹这又怎么样？”
“嗯，难道你不知道，做恒温动物是要付出代价的？为了使你的体温高于环境温度，你消耗的能量必须比陆龟奢侈得多，你得几乎不停地进食，急速补充从你身上流失的能量。你会比陆龟更容易感到饥饿，而且也会死得更快。你愿意当一只陆龟，过着迟缓而长寿的生活吗？或是你宁可付出代价，做一个行动迅速、感觉敏锐而具有思考能力的生物？”
“这是个正确的类比吗，宝绮思？”
“不是的，崔维兹，因为盖娅的情况还要好得多。当我们紧紧连在一起的时候，我们不会耗费太多能量；只有部分的盖哑和其他部分相隔超空间距离时，能量的消耗才会升高——别忘了，你选择的并不只是个大型的盖哑，下是个较大的单一世界；你所选择的是盖娅星系，一个由众多世界构成的庞大复合体。不论身在银河哪个角落，你都会是盖哑星系的一部分，你将被它某些部分紧紧包围，它的范围从每个星际原子一直延伸到中央黑洞。到那个时候，维系整体只需要少许的能量，因为没有任何部分和其他部分距离更远。你的决定将导致所有这些结果，崔维兹，你怎能怀疑自己的抉择不好？”
崔维兹低头沉思良久，最后终于抬起头来说：“我的选择也许很好，可是我必须找到切实的证据。我做的决定是人类历史上最着要的事，光说它好还不够，我必须知道它的确好才行。”
“我已经跟你讲了这么多，你还需要什么？”
“我也不知道，伹我会在地球上找到答案。”他说得斩钉截铁。
裴洛拉特说：“葛兰，那颗恒星成了一个圆盘。”
的确如此。电脑一直忙着自己的工作，丝毫不理会环绕在周围的任何争论，它指挥太空艇逐步接近那颗恒星，如今已来到崔维兹所设定的距离。
此时，他们仍旧远离行星轨道面。电脑将屏幕画分成三部分，分别显示三颗小型的内行星。
位于最内围的那颗行星，表面温度在液态水范围内，并且具有含氧的大气层。崔维兹静候电脑计算出它的轨道，初步的粗略估计似乎很有希望。他让计算继续做下去，因为对行星的运动观察得越久，各项轨道参数的计算就能做得越精确。
崔维兹以相当平静的口吻说：“我们看到了一颗可住人行星，极有可能可以住人。”
“啊——”在裴洛拉特一贯严肃的表情上，显露出最接近喜悦的神色。
“不过，”崔维兹说：“只怕没有巨型的卫星。事实上，直到目前为止，还没侦测到任何类型的卫星。所以它不是地球，至少和传说中的地球下合。”
“别担心这点，葛兰。”裴洛拉特说：“我看到气态巨行星都没有不寻常的行星环时，就料到可能不会在这里发现地球。”
“很好，那么，”崔维兹说：“下一步是看看上面有什么样的生命。根据它具有含氧大气层这个事实，我们绝对可以肯定上面有植物生命，不过……”
“也有动物生命，”宝绮思突然说：“而且数量很多。”
“什么？”崔维兹转头望向她。
“我能感测到。虽然在这个距离只有模糊的感觉，伹我肯定这颗行星不只可以住人，而且无疑已有居民存在。”
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远星号目前在这个禁忌世界的绕极轨道上，由于距离地表还相当远，轨道周期维持在六逃卩一点，崔维兹似乎不急着离开这个轨道。
“既然这颗行星已有人居住，”他解释道：“而根据丹尼亚多的说法，上面的居民曾一度是科技先进的人类，也就是第一波殖民者，所谓的外世界人，如今他们可能仍拥有先进的科技，对我们这些取而代之的第二波殖民者也许不会有什么好感。我希望他们能自动现身，这样的话，在我们冒险登陆之前，可以先对他们有点了解。”
“他们也许不知道我们在这里。”裴洛拉特说。
“换成我们的话，我们就会知道。因此我必须假设，如果他们真正存在，很可能会试图跟我们接触，甚至想升空追捕我们。”
“但如果他们真出来追捕我们，而且他们的科技非常进步，我们也许会束手无策……”
“我可不相信，”崔维兹说：“科技的进步不一定能面面俱到，他们可能在某些方面超越我们许多，但他们对星际旅行显然不热衷。因为开拓整个银河的是我们不是他们，而在帝国历史中，我没见过有任何纪录提到他们离开自己的世界，出现在我们眼前。如果他们一直未曾进行太空旅行，怎么可能在太空航行学上做出着大进展？我们或许毫无武装，但即使他们大举出动战舰追捕我们，我们也不可能被他们抓到——不会的，我们不会束手无策。”
“他们的进步也许是在精神力学方面，可能骡就是外世界人……”
崔维兹耸了耸肩，显然很不高兴。“骡不能是所有的东西。盖娅人说他是他们的畸变种，也有人认为他是偶发的突变异种。”
裴洛拉特说：“事实上，还有些其他的臆测——当然，没有人当真——说他是个人造的机械。换句话说，就是机器人，只不过没人用那个字眼。”
“假如真有什么具有危险精神力量的东西，我们就要靠宝绮思来化解。她可以——对了，她在睡觉吗？”
“她睡了好一阵子，”裴洛拉特说：“不过我出来时，看到她动了一下。”
“动了一下，是吗？喂，如果有任何事故发生，她必须一叫就醒。这件事你要负责，詹诺夫。”
“好的，葛兰。”裴洛拉特以平静的口吻答道。
崔维兹又将注意力转向电脑。“有件事困扰着我，就是那些入境站。一般说来，它们是种确切的迹象，代表行星上住着拥有高科技的人类。可是这些……”
“它们有什么不对劲吗？”
“有几个问题。第一，它们的式样古老，可能已有几千年的历史。第二，除了热辐射外，没有其他任何的辐射。”
“什么是热辐射？”
“温度高于周遭环境的任何物体，都会发出热辐射。每样东西都能产生这种熟悉的讯号，它具有宽广的频带，由温度决定能量的分布模式，那些入境站发出的就是这种辐射。如果上面有正在运转的人工设备，必定会漏出一些其他的非随机辐射。既然现在只有热辐射，我们可以假设入境站是空的，也许已经空置了几千年；反之，上面若是有人，那些人在这方面的科技就极其先进，有办法不让其他的辐射外泄。”
“也有可能，”裴洛拉特说：“这个行星拥有高度文明，但入境站却被空置，因为我们这些银河殖民者让这颗行星遗世独立太久，他们早已不再担心会有任何外人接近。”
“可能吧。或者，它可能是某种诱饵。”
此时宝绮思走进来，崔维兹从眼角瞥见她，便没好气地说：“没错，我们在这里。”
“我知道，”宝绮思说：“而且仍在原来的轨道上，这点我还看得出来。”
裴洛拉特连忙解释：“葛兰十分谨慎，亲爱的。那些入境站似乎没有人，我们不确定这代表什么。”
“这点根本下必操心，”宝绮思以毫不在乎的口气说：“我们如今环绕的这颗行星，上面侦测不到任何智慧生命的迹象。”
崔维兹低头瞪着她，显得惊讶万分。“你说什么？你说过……”
“我说过这颗行星上有动物生命，这点的确没错，但银河中究竟哪个人告诉过你，说动物指的一定是人类？”
“你刚侦测到动物生命的时候，为什么不说清楚呢？”
“因为在那么远的距离，我还没办法判别。我只能确定侦测到了动物神经活动的脉动，可是在那种强度下，我无法分辨蝴蝶和人类。”
“现在呢？”
“我们现在近多了，你也许以为我刚才在睡觉，事实上我没有——或者说，顶多睡了一下子。我刚才，用个不恰当的动词，正在尽全力倾听，想要听到足够复杂而能代表智慧生命的精神活动迹象。”
“结果什么都没有？”
“我敢说，”宝绮思的口气突然变得谨慎，“如果我在这个距离还侦测不到什么，那么在这颗行星上，人类的数目顶多下会超过几千。假使我们再靠近点，我就能判断得更精确。”
“嗯，这就使得情况大不相同。”崔维兹说，声音中带着几许困惑。
“我认为，”宝绮思看来很困，因此脾气十分暴躁。“你现在可以中止那些什么辐射分析啦，推理啦，演绎啦，还有天晓得你在做些什么别的。我的盖娅知觉能做得更准确、更有效率。也许你现在可以明白，为什么我说当盖娅人要比当孤立体好。”
崔维兹没立刻答话，显然是在努力克制自己的火气。当他再度开口时，用的竟然是很客气，而且几乎正式的口吻。“我很感谢您提供这些消息。然而，您必须知道一件事。打个比方吧，即使我想让嗅觉变得更灵敏，因为这样有很多好处，这个动机却不足以令我放弃人身，甘心变成一只血兽。”
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当太空艇来到云层下方，在大气层中飘移时，那个禁忌世界终于呈现在他们眼前，看起来出奇地老旧。
极地是一片冰雪，跟他们预料的一样，不过范围下太大。山区都是不毛之地，偶尔还能看到冰河，但冰河的范围同样不大。此外还有些小辨模的沙漠地带，在各处散布得相当均匀。
如果暂且不考虑这些，这颗行星其实能变得十分美丽。它的陆地面积相当广大，不过形状歪歪扭扭，因此具有极长的海岸线，以及非常辽阔的沿岸平原。它还有苍翠茂盛的热带与温带森林，周围环绕着草原。纵然如此，它老旧的面貌仍极其明显。
在森林中有许多半秃的区域，部分的草原也显得稀疏乾瘦。
“某种植物病虫害吗？”裴洛拉特感到很奇怪。
“不是，”宝绮思缓缓道：“比那更糟，而且更不易复原。”
“我见过许多世界，”崔维兹说：“可是从未目睹像这样的。”
“我见过的世界很少，”宝绮思说：“不过依我／我们／盖哑之见，这个世界的人类想必已经绝迹。”
“为什么？”崔维兹说。
“想想看吧，”宝绮思的口气相当锋利，“没有一个住人世界拥有真正的生态平衡。地球必定有过这种平衡，因为它若是演化出人类的那个世界，就一定曾有很长一段时期，上面没有人类，也没有其他能发展出先进科技、有能力改造环境的物种。在那种情况下，一定会有一种自然平衡——当然，它会不停变化。然而，在所有其他的住人世界上，人类皆曾仔细改造他们的新环境，并且引进各种动植物，可是他们创造的生态系将注定失衡。它只会保有种类有限的物种，若非人类想要的，便是不得不引进的……”
裴洛拉特说：“你知道这让我想起什么吗？对不起，宝绮思，我插个嘴，伹这实在太吻合了，我忍不住现在就要告诉你们，免得待会儿忘了。我曾经读过一则古老的创世神话，根据这则神话，生命是在某颗行星形成的，那里的物种种类有限，伹都是对人类有用、或是人类喜欢的。后来，最早一批人类做了件蠢事——别管那是什么，老夥伴，因为那些古老神话通常都是象徵性的，如果对其中的内容太过认真，只会把人搞得更糊涂——结果，那颗行星的土壤受到了诅咒。‘必给你长出荆棘和蒺藜来’，那个诅咒是这么说的。不过这段话是以古银河文写成，如果照原文念会更有味道。然而，问题是它真是诅咒吗？人类不喜欢或不想要的东西，例如荆棘和蒺藜，也许是维持生态平衡所必需的。”
宝绮思微微一笑。“实在不可思议，裴，怎么每件事都会让你想起一则传说，而它们有时又那么有启发性。人类在改造一个世界时，总是忽略了荆棘和蒺藜，姑且不管那些是什么东西，然后他们便得竭力使这个世界维持正常发展。它不像盖哑是个自给自足的有机体，而是一群混杂的孤立体构成的集合，但这群混杂的孤立体却未臻完美，因此无法使得生态平衡永远维持下去。假如人类消失了，就如同指导者的双手不见了，整个世界的生命型态注定会开始崩溃，行星本身将出现反改造的现象。”
崔维兹以怀疑的口吻说：“假如真会发生这种事，它也不会很快发生。这个世界也许已经两万年毫无人迹，但大部分似乎仍旧‘照常营业’。”
“当然啦，”宝绮思说：“这要看当初的生态平衡建立得多完善。如果一开始是个相当良好的平衡，在失去人类之后，仍然可能维持长久的时间。毕竟，两万年对人类而言虽然很长，跟行星的寿命比较起来，却只是一夕之间的事。”
“我想，”裴洛拉特一面说，一面专心凝视行星的景观。“如果这颗行星的环境正在恶化，我们就能确定人类都走光了。”
宝绮思说：“我仍然侦测不到人类层次的精神活动，所以我猜这颗行星确实没有任何人类。下过，一直有些较低层意识产生的嗡嗡声，层次的高度足以代表鸟类和哺乳动物。可是我仍无法确定，反改造的秤谌是否足以显示人类已经绝迹。即使一颗行星上有人类居住，如果那个社会不正常，不了解保护环境的着要性，生态环境还是有可能恶化。”
“不用说，”裴洛拉特说：“这样的社会很快就会遭到毁灭。我不相信有任何人类，会不了解保护自己赖以维生的资源有多着要。”
宝绮思说：“我没有你那种对人类理性的乐观信心，裴。我觉得，如果一个行星社会完全由孤立体组成，那么可想而知，为了局部的利益，甚至为了个人的利益，就很容易使人忘却行星整体的安危。”
“我不认为那是可想而知，”崔维兹说：“我站在裴洛拉特这一方。事实上，既然有人居住的世界数以千万计，却没一个因为反改杂邙环境恶化，你对孤立体的恐惧可能夸大了，宝绮思。”
太空艇此时驶出昼半球，进入黑夜的范围。感觉上像是暮色迅疾加深，然后外面就成了一片黑暗，只有在经过晴朗的天空时，还能看到一些星光。
藉着精确监看大气压与着力强度，远星号得以维持褂讪的高度。他们目前保持的这个高度，绝对不会撞到隆起的群山，因为这颗行星已经许久未有造山运动。不过为了预防万一，电脑仍然利用“微波指尖”在前面探路。
崔维兹一面凝视逃陟绒般的黑夜，一面若有所思地说：“我总是认为，要确定一颗行星毫无人迹，最可靠的徵状就是暗面完全没有可见光。任何拥有科技的文明，都无法忍受黑暗的环境——一旦进入日面，我们就要降低高度。”
“那样做有什么用？”裴洛拉特说：“下面什么都没有。”
“谁说什么都没有？”
“宝绮思说的，你也这么说过。”
“不是的，詹诺夫。我是说没有科技导致的辐射，宝绮思是说没有人类精神活动的迹象，但这并不代表下面什么也没有。即使这颗行星上没有人类，也一定会有某些遗迹。我要寻找的是线索，詹诺夫，就这点而言，科技文明的残留物就可能有；用。”
“经过两万年之后？”裴洛拉特的音调逐渐提高，“你认为有什么东西能维持两万年？这里不会有任何的胶卷、纸张、印刷品。金属会生銹，木材会腐烂，塑料会碎成颗粒，甚至石头都会粉碎或遭到侵蚀。”
“也许没有两万年那么久，”崔维兹耐心地说：“我提到这个时间，是说这颗行星上如果没有人类，最长也不会超过两万年。因为根据康普隆的传说，在此之前这个世界极为繁荣。可是，或许在一千年前，最后一批人类才死亡或消失，或者逃到别处去。”
他们到达夜面另一个尽头，曙光随即降临，然后几乎在同一刻，出现了灿烂夺目的阳光。
远星号一面开始降低高度，一面慢慢减速，直到地表的一切都清晰可见。陆地沿岸点缀着许多小岛，现在每个都能看得相当清楚，大多数布满了绿油油的植群。
崔维兹说：“照我看来，我们该去研究那些受损特别严着的地区。我认为人类最集中的区域，便是生态最失衡的地方，反改造可能就以那些地方为源头，不断向外扩散开来。你的意见如何，宝绮思？”
“的确有可能。总之，我们对此地缺乏了解，还是从最容易找的地方下手较好。草原和森林会吞噬人类活动的迹象，搜寻那些地方可能只是浪费时间。”
“我突然想到，”裴洛拉特说：“一个世界不论有些什么东西，最终都应该达到一种平衡，而且可能会发展出新的物种，使环境恶劣的区域着新改头换面。”
“是有这个可能，裴，”宝绮思说：“这要看当初那个世界的失衡有多严着。至于说一个世界会自我治疗，经由演化达到新的平衡，所需的时间要比两万年多得多，恐怕要好几百万年的时间。”
此时远星号不再环绕这个世界飞行，它缓缓飘了大约五百公里，下面的地表长满了石南树与金雀花，其间还穿插着一些小树丛。
“你们认为那是什么？”崔维兹突然伸手向前指去。太空艇此时停留在半空中，不再飘移。着力发动机调到了最高档，将行星着力场几乎完全中和，舱内因而传来一种轻微但持续不断的嗡嗡声。
崔维兹所指的地方，其实没什么值得一看的。放眼望去，只有些乱七八糟的土堆，上面长着稀稀疏疏的杂草。
“我看不出什么名堂。”裴洛拉特说。
“那堆破烂中有个四四方方的结构，有几条平行线，还有一些互相垂直的模糊线条，看到没有？看到没有？那不可能是天然形成的，一定是人工建筑物，看得出原本是地基和围墙，清楚得好像它们依旧耸立在那里。”
“即使真的是，”裴洛拉特说：“那也只不过是个废墟。如果我们想要做考古研究，我们就得拼命地挖呀挖，专业人士要花上好几年才能妥善……”
“没错，不过我们没时间妥善处理。那也许是一座被湮没的古城外围，某些部分可能尚未倾倒。让我们跟着那些线条走，看看会把我们带到哪里。”
在那个区域的某一端，树木丛距较密之处，她们发现几堵耸立的墙垣。或者应该说，只有部分仍旧屹立。
崔维兹说：“这是个不错的开始，我们要着陆了。”

Part Three - Aurora Chapter 8: Forbidden World

31"Golan," said Pelorat. "Does it bother you if I watch?""Not at all, Janov," said Trevize.
"If I ask questions?""Go ahead."Pelorat said, "What are you doing?"Trevize took his eyes off the viewscreen. "I've got to measure thedistance of each star that seems to be near the Forbidden World onthe screen, so that I can determine how near they really are. Theirgravitational fields must be known and for that I need mass anddistance. Without that knowledge, one can't be sure of a clean Jump.""How do you do that?""Well, each star I see has its co-ordinates in the computer's memorybanks and these can be converted into co-ordinates on the Comporelliansystem. That can, in turn, be slightly corrected for the actual positionof the For Star in space relative to Comporellon's sun, and that givesme the distance of each. Those red dwarfs all look quite near theForbidden World on the screen, but some might be much closer and somemuch farther. We need their three-dimensional position, you see."Pelorat nodded, and said, "And you already have the co-ordinates ofthe Forbidden World ""Yes, but that's not enough. I need the distances of the otherstars to within a percent or so. Their gravitational intensity in theneighborhood of the Forbidden World is so small that a slight errormakes no perceptible difference. The sun about which the Forbidden Worldrevolves or might revolve possessss an enormously intensegravitational field in the neighborhood of the Forbidden World and Imust know its distance with perhaps a thousand times the accuracy ofthat of the other stars. The co-ordinatss alone won't do.""Then what do you do?""I measure the apparent separation of the Forbidden World or,rather, its star from three nearby stars which are so dim it takesconsiderable magnification to make them out at all. Presumably, thosethree are very far away. We then keep one of those three stars centered onthe screen and Jump a tenth of a parsec in a direction at right angles tothe line of vision to the Forbidden World. We can do that safely enougheven without knowing distances to comparatively far-off stars.
"The reference star which is centered would still be centered afterthe Jump. The two other dim stars, if all three are truly very distant,do not change their positions measurably. The Forbidden World, however,is close enough to change its apparent position in parallactic shift. Fromthe size of the shift, we can determine its distance. If I want to makedoubly certain, I choose three other stars and try again."Pelorat said, "How long doss all that take?""Not very long. The computer doss the heavy work. I just tell it whatto do. What really takes the time is that I have to study the resultsand make sure they look right and that my instructions aren't at faultsomehow. If I were one of those daredevils with utter faith in themselvesand the computer, it could all be done in a few minutes."Pelorat said, "It's really astonishing. Think how much the computerdoes for us.""I think of it all the time.""What would you do without it?""What would I do without a gravitic ship? What would I do withoutmy astronautic training? What would I do without twenty thousandyears of hyperspatial technology behind me? The fact is that I'mmyself here now. Suppose weeeere to imagine ourselves twentythousand additional years into the future. What technological marvelswould we have to be grateful for? Or might it be that twenty thousandyears hence humanity would not exist?""Scarcely that," said Pelorat. "Scarcely not exist. Even if wedon't become part of Galaxia, we would still have psychohistory toguide us."Trevize turned in his chair, releasing his handhold on thecomputer. "Let it work out distances," he said, "and let it check thematter a number of times. There's no hurry."He looked quizzically at Pelorat, and said, "Psychohistory! You know,Janov, twice that subject came up on Comporellon, and twice it wasdescribed as a superstition. I said so once, and then Deniador said italso. After all, how can you define psychohistory but as a superstitionof the Foundation? Isn't it a belief without proof or evidence? What doyou think, Janov? It's more your field than mine."Pelorat said, "Why do you say there's no evidence, Golan? Thesimulacrum of Hari Seldon has appeared in the Time Vault many times andhas discussed events as they happened. He could not have known whatthose events would be, in his time, had he not been able to predictthem psychohistorically."Trevize nodded. "That sounds impressive. He was wrong about theMule, but even allowing for that, it's impressive. Still, it has anuncomfortable magical feel to it. Any conjurer can do tricks.""No conjurer could predict centuries into the future.""No conjurer could really do what he makes you think he does.""Come, Golan. I can't think of any trick that would allow me topredict what will happen five centuries from now.""Nor can you think of a trick that will allow a conjurer to readthe contents of a message hidden in a pseudo-tesseract on an unmannedorbiting satellite. Just the same, I've seen a conjurer do it. Has itever occurred to you that the Time Capsule, along with the Hari Seldonsimulacrum, may be rigged by the government?"Pelorat looked as though he were revolted by the suggestion. "Theywouldn't do that."Trevize made a scornful sound.
Pelorat said, "And they'd be caught if they tried.""I'm not at all sure of that. The point is, though, that we don'tknow how psychohistory works at all.""I don't know how that computer works, but I know it works.""That's because others know how it works. How would it be if noone knew how it worked? Then, if it stopped working for any reason, wewould be helpless to do anything about it. And if psychohistory suddenlystopped working ""The Second Foundationers know the workings of psychohistory.""How do you know that, Janov?""So it is said.""Anything can be said. Ah, we have the distance of theForbidden World's star, and, I hope, very accurately. Let's considerthe figures."He stared at them for a long time, his lips moving occasionally,as though he were doing some rough calculations in his head. Finally,he said, without lifting his eyes, "What's Bliss doing?""Sleeping, old chap," said Pelorat. Then, defensively, "Sheneeds sleep, Golan. Maintaining herself as part of Gaiaacross hyperspace is energy-consuming.""I suppose so," said Trevize, and turned back to the computer. Heplaced his hands on the desk and muttered, "I'll let it go in severalJumps and have it recheck each time." Then he withdrew them againand said, "I'm serious, Janov. What do you know aboutpsychohistory?"Pelorat looked taken aback. "Nothing. Being a historian,which I am, after a fashion, is worlds different from being apsychohistorian. Of course, I know the two fundamental basics ofpsychohistory, but everyone knows that.""Even I do. The first requirement is that the number of human beingsinvolved must be large enough to make statistical treatment valid. Buthow large is `large enough'?"Pelorat said, "The latest estimate of the Galactic populationis something like ten quadrillion, and that's probably anunderestimate. Surely, that's large enough.""How do you know?""Because psychohistory does work, Golan. No matter howyou chop logic, it does work.""And the second requirement," said Trevize, "is that human beingsnot be aware of psychohistory, so that the knowledge does not skew theirreactions. But they are aware of psychohistory.""Only of its bare existence, old chap. That's not whatcounts. The second requirement is that human beings not be awareof the predictions of psychohistory and that they arenot except that the Second Foundationers are supposed to be awareof them, but they're a special case.""And upon those two requirements alone , the science ofpsychohistory has been developed. That's hard to believe.""Not out of those two requirements alone, " said Pelorat. "Thereare advanced mathematics and elaborate statistical methods. Thestory is if you want tradition that Hari Seldon devisedpsychohistory by modeling it upon the kinetic theory of gases. Each atomor molecule in a gas moves randomly so that we can't know the position orvelocity of any one of them. Nevertheless, using statistics, we can workout the rules governing their overall behavior with great precision. Inthe same way, Seldon intended to work out the overall behavior of humansocieties even though the solutions would not apply to the behavior ofindividual human beings.""Perhaps, but human beings aren't atoms.""True," said Pelorat. "A human being has consciousness and his behavioris sufficiently complicated to make it appear to be free will. How Seldonhandled that I haven't any idea, and I'm sure I couldn't understandit even if someone who knew tried to explain it to me but hedid it."Trevize said, "And the whole thing depends on dealing with people whoare both numerous and unaware. Doesn't that seem to you a quicksandishfoundation on which to build an enormous mathematical structure? Ifthose requirements are not truly met, then everything collapses.""But since the Plan hasn't collapsed ""Or, if the requirements are not exactly false or inadequate butsimply weaker than they should be, psychohistory might work adequatelyfor centuries and then, upon reaching some particular crisis, wouldcollapse as it did temporarily in the time of the Mule. Orwhat if there is a third requirement?""What third requirement?" asked Pelorat, frowning slightly.
"I don't know," said Trevize. "An argument may seem thoroughlylogical and elegant and yet contain unexpressed assumptions. Maybe thethird requirement is an assumption so taken for granted that no one everthinks of mentioning it.""An assumption that is so taken for granted is usually valid enough,or it wouldn't be so taken for granted."Trevize snorted. "If you knew scientific history as well as you knowtraditional history, Janov, you would know how wrong that is. ButI see that we are now in the neighborhood of the sun of the ForbiddenWorld."And, indeed, centered on the screen, was a bright star one sobright that the screen automatically filtered its light to the pointwhere all other stars were washed out.
32Facilities for washing and for personal hygiene on boardthe Far Star were compact, and the use of water was always held to areasonable minimum to avoid overloading the recycling facilities. BothPelorat and Bliss had been sternly reminded of this by Trevize.
Even so, Bliss maintained an air of freshness at all times and herdark, long hair could be counted on to be glossy, her fingernails tosparkle.
She walked into the pilot-room and said, "There you are!"Trevize looked up and said, "No need for surprise. We could scarcelyhave left the ship, and a thirty-second search would be bound touncover us inside the ship, even if you couldn't detect our presencementally."Bliss said, "The expression was purely a form of greeting and notmeant to be taken literally, as you well know. Where are we? Anddon't say, `In the pilot-room.'""Bliss dear," said Pelorat, holding out one arm, "we're at the outerregions of the planetary system of the nearest of the three ForbiddenWorlds."She walked to his side, placing her hand lightly on his shoulder,while his arm moved about her waist. She said, "It can't be veryForbidden. Nothing has stopped us."Trevize said, "It is only Forbidden because Comporellon and the otherworlds of the second wave of settlement have voluntarily placed the worldsof the first wave the Spacers out of bounds. If we ourselvesdon't feel bound by that voluntary agreement, what is to stop us?""The Spacers, if any are left, might have voluntarily placed theworlds of the second wave out of bounds, too. Just because we don't mindintruding upon them doesn't mean that they don't mind it.""True," said Trevize, "If they exist. But so far we don't even knowif any planet exists for them to live on. So far, all we see are theusual gas giants. Two of them, and not particularly large ones."Pelorat said hastily, "But that doesn't mean the Spacer worlddoesn't exist. Any habitable world would be much closer to the sunand much smaller and very hard to detect in the solar glare from thisdistance. We'll have to micro-Jump inward to detect such a planet." Heseemed rather proud to be speaking like a seasoned space traveler.
"In that case," said Bliss, "why aren't we moving inward?""Not just yet," said Trevize. "I'm having the computer check as faras it can for any sign of an artificial structure. We'll move inwardby stages a dozen, if necessary checking at each stage. Idon't want to be trapped this time as we were when we first approachedGaia. Remember, Janov?""Traps like that could catch us every day. The one at Gaia broughtme Bliss." Pelorat gazed at her fondly.
Trevize grinned. "Are you hoping for a new Bliss every day?"Pelorat looked hurt, and Bliss said, with a trace of annoyance,"My good chap or whatever it is that Pel insists on callingyou you might as well move in more quickly. While I am with you,you will not be trapped.""The power of Gaia?""To detect the presence of other minds? Certainly.""Are you sure you are strong enough, Bliss? I gather you must sleepquite a bit to regain strength expended at maintaining contact with themain body of Gaia. How far can I rely on the perhaps narrow limits ofyour abilities at this distance from the source?"Bliss flushed. "The strength of the connection is ample."Trevize said, "Don't be offended. I'm simply asking. Don't yousee this as a disadvantage of being Gaia? I am not Gaia. I am a completeand independent individual. That means I can travel as far as I wish frommy world and my people, and remain Golan Trevize. What powers I have,and such as they are, I continue to have, and they remain whereverI go. If I were alone in space, parsecs away from any human being,and unable, for some reason, to communicate with anyone in any way,or even to see the spark of a single star in the sky, I would be andremain Golan Trevize. I might not be able to survive, and I might die,but I would die Golan Trevize."Bliss said, "Alone in space and far from all others, you would beunable to call on the help of your fellows, on their different talentsand knowledge. Alone, as an isolated individual, you would be sadlydiminished as compared with youself as part of an integrated society. Youknow that."Trevize said, "There would nevertheless not be the same diminution asin your case. There is a bond between you and Gaia that is far strongerthan the one between me and my society, and that bond stretches throughhyperspace and requires energy for maintenance, so that you must gasp,mentally, with the effort, and feel yourself to be a diminished entityfar more than I must."Bliss's young face set hard and, for a moment, she looked young nomore or, rather, she appeared ageless more Gaia than Bliss, asthough to refute Trevize's contention. She said, "Even if everything yousay is so, Golan Trevize that is, was, and will be, that cannotperhaps be less, but certainly cannot be more even if everythingyou say is so, do you expect there is no price to be paid for a benefitgained? Is it not better to be a warm-blooded creature such as yourselfthan a cold-blooded creature such as a fish, or whatever?"Pelorat said, "Tortoises are cold-blooded. Terminus doesn't have any,but some worlds do. They are shelled creatures, very slow-moving butlong-living.""Well, then, isn't it better to be a human being than a tortoise; tomove quickly whatever the temperature, rather than slowly? Isn't it betterto support high-energy activities, quickly contracting muscles, quicklyworking nerve fibers, intense and long-sustained thought than tocreep slowly, and sense gradually, and have only a blurred awareness ofthe immediate surroundings? Isn't it?""Granted," said Trevize. "It is. What of it?""Well, don't you know you must pay for warm-bloodedness? To maintainyour temperature above that of your surroundings, you must expend energyfar more wastefully than a tortoise must. You must be eating almostconstantly so that you can pour energy into your body as quickly as itleaks out. You would starve far more quickly than a tortoise would,and die more quickly, too. Would you rather be a tortoise, and livemore slowly and longer? Or would you rather pay the price and be aquick-moving, quick-sensing, thinking organism?""Is this a true analogy, Bliss?""No, Trevize, for the situation with Gaia is more favorable. We don'texpend unusual quantities of energy when we are compactly together. It isonly when part of Gaia is at hyperspatial distances from the rest of Gaiathat energy expenditure rises. And remember that what you have votedfor is not merely a larger Gaia, not just a larger individual world. Youhave decided for Galaxia, for a vast complex of worlds. Anywhere in theGalaxy, you will be part of Galaxia and you will be closely surroundedby parts of something that extends from each interstellar atom to thecentral black hole. It would then require small amounts of energy toremain a whole. No part would be at any great distance from all otherparts. It is all this you have decided for, Trevize. How can you doubtthat you have chosen well?"Trevize's head was bent in thought. Finally, he looked up and said,"I may have chosen well, but I must be convinced of that. Thedecision I have made it the most important in the history of humanityand it is not enough that it be a good one. I must know it to be a good one.""What more do you need than what I have told you?""I don't know, but I will find it on Earth." He spoke with absoluteconviction.
Pelorat said, "Golan, the star shows a disc."It did. The computer, busy about its own affairs and not the leastconcerned with any discussion that might swirl about it, had beenapproaching the star in stages, and had reached the distance Trevizehad set for it.
They continued to be well outside the planetary plane and the computersplit the screen to show each of three small inner planets.
It was the innermost that had a surface temperature in the liquid-waterrange, and that had an oxygen atmosphere as well. Trevize waited for itsorbit to be computed and the first crude estimate seemed reasonable. Hekept that computation going, for the longer the planetary movement wasobserved, the more accurate the computation of its orbital elements.
Trevize said quite calmly, "We have a habitable planet in view. Verylikely habitable.""Ah." Pelorat looked as nearly delighted as his solemn expressionwould allow.
"I'm afraid, though," said Trevize, "that there's no giantsatellite. In fact, no satellite of any kind has been detected so far. Soit isn't Earth. At least, not if we go by tradition.""Don't worry about that, Golan." said Pelorat. "I rather suspectedwe weren't going to encounter Earth here when I saw that neither of thegas giants had an unusual ring system.""Very well, then," said Trevize. "The next step is to find out thenature of the life inhabiting it. From the fact that it has an oxygenatmosphere, we can be absolutely certain that there is plant life uponit, but ""Animal life, too," said Bliss abruptly. "And in quantity.""What?" Trevize turned to her.
"I can sense it. Only faintly at this distance, but the planet isunquestionably not only habitable, but inhabited."33The Far Star was in polar orbit about the Forbidden World,at a distance great enough to keep the orbital period at a little inexcess of six days. Trevize seemed in no hurry to come out of orbit.
"Since the planet is inhabited," he explained, "and since, according toDeniador, it was once inhabited by human beings who were technologicallyadvanced and who represent a first wave of Settlers the so-calledSpacers they may be technologically advanced still and may haveno great love for us of the second wave who have replaced them. I wouldlike them to show themselves, so that we can learn a little about thembefore risking a landing.""They may not know we are here," said Pelorat.
"We would, if the situation were reversed. I must assume, then, that,if they exist, they are likely to try to make contact withus. They might even want to come out and get us.""But if they did come out after us and were technologically advanced,we might be helpless to ""I can't believe that," said Trevize. "Technological advancement isnot necessarily all one piece. They might conceivably be far beyond us insome ways, but it's clear they don't indulge in interstellar travel. Itis we, not they, who have settled the Galaxy, and in all the history ofthe Empire, I know of nothing that would indicate that they left theirworlds and made themselves evident to us. If they haven't been spacetraveling, how could they be expected to have made serious advances inastronautics? And if they haven't, they can't possibly have anythinglike a gravitic ship. We may be essentially unarmed but even if theycome lumbering after us with a battleship, they couldn't possibly catchus. No, we wouldn't be helpless.""Their advance may be in mentalics. It may be that the Mule was aSpacer "Trevize shrugged in clear irritation. "The Mule can't beeverything. The Gaians have described him as an aberrant Gaian. He'salso been considered a random mutant."Pelorat said, "To be sure, there have also been speculations nottaken very seriously, of course that he was a mechanical artifact. Arobot, in other words, though that word wasn't used.""If there is something that seems mentally dangerous, we will haveto depend on Bliss to neutralize that. She can Is she asleep now,by the way?""She has been," said Pelorat, "but she was stirring when I cameout here.""Stirring, was she? Well, she'll have to be awake on short notice ifanything starts happening. You'll have to see to that, Janov.""Yes, Golan," said Pelorat quietly.
Trevize shifted his attention to the computer. "One thing that bothersme are the entry stations. Ordinarily, they are a sure sign of a planetinhabited by human beings with a high technology. But these ""Is there something wrong with them?""Several things. In the first place, they're very archaic. Theymight be thousands of years old. In the second, there's no radiationbut thermals.""What are thermals?""Thermal radiation is given off by any object warmer than itssurroundings. It's a familiar signature that everything yields and itconsists of a broad band of radiation following a fixed pattern dependingon temperature. That is what the entry stations are radiating. If thereare working human devices aboard the stations, there is bound to bea leakage of nonthermal, nonrandom radiation. Since only thermals arepresent we can assume that either the stations are empty, and have been,perhaps, for thousands of years; or, if occupied, it is by people with atechnology so advanced in this direction that they leak no radiation.""Perhaps," said Pelorat, "the planet has a high civilization,but the entry stations are empty because the planet has been left sostrictly alone for so long by our kind of Settlers that they are nolonger concerned about any approach.""Perhaps. Or perhaps it is a lure of some sort."Bliss entered, and Trevize, noting her out of the corner of his eyes,said grumpily, "Yes, here we are.""So I see," said Bliss, "and still in an unchanged orbit. I can tellthat much."Pelorat explained hastily. "Golan is being cautious, dear. Theentry stations seem unoccupied and we're not sure of the significanceof that.""There's no need to worry about it," said Bliss indifferently. "Thereare no detectable signs of intelligent life on the planet we'reorbiting."Trevize bent an astonished glare at her. "What are you talkingabout? You said ""I said there was animal life on the planet, and so there is, butwhere in the Galaxy were you taught that animal life necessarily implieshuman life?""Why didn't you say this when you first detected animal life?""Because at that distance, I couldn't tell. I could barely detectthe unmistakable wash of animal neural activity, but there was no wayI could, at that intensity, tell butterflies from human beings.""And now?""We're much closer now, and you may have thought I was asleep, but Iwasn't or, at least, only briefly. I was, to use an inappropriateword, listening as hard as I could for any sign of mental activitycomplex enough to signify the presence of intelligence.""And there isn't any?""I would suppose," said Bliss, with sudden caution, "that if Idetect nothing at this distance, there can't possibly be more than a fewthousand human beings on the planet. If we come closer, I can judge itstill more delicately.""Well, that changes things," said Trevize, with some confusion.
"I suppose," said Bliss, who looked distinctly sleepy and, therefore,irritable. "You can now discard all this business of analyzingradiation and inferring and deducing and who knows what else you mayhave been doing. My Gaian senses do the job much more efficiently andsurely. Perhaps you see what I mean when I say it is better to be aGaian than an Isolate."Trevize waited before answering, clearly laboring to hold histemper. When he spoke, it was with a polite, and almost formal tone, "Iam grateful to you for the information. Nevertheless, you must understandthat, to use an analogy, the thought of the advantage of improving mysense of smell would be insufficient motive for me to decide to abandonmy humanity and become a bloodhound."34They could see the Forbidden World now, as they movedbelow the cloud layer and drifted through the atmosphere. It lookedcuriously moth-eaten.
The polar regions were icy, as might be expected, but they were notlarge in extent. The mountainous regions were barren, with occasionalglaciers, but they were not large in extent, either. There were smalldesert areas, well scattered.
Putting all that aside, the planet was, in potential, beautiful. Itscontinental areas were quite large, but sinuous, so that there werelong shorelines, and rich coastal plains of generous extent. Therewere lush tracts of both tropical and temperate forests, rimmed bygrasslands and yet the moth-eaten nature of it all was evident.
Scattered through the forests were semibarren areas, and parts ofthe grasslands were thin and sparse.
"Some sort of plant disease?" said Pelorat wonderingly.
"No," said Bliss slowly. "Something worse than that, and morepermanent.""I've seen a number of worlds," said Trevize, "but nothing likethis.""I have seen very few worlds," said Bliss, "but I think the thoughtsof Gaia and this is what you might expect of a world from which humanityhas disappeared.""Why?" said Trevize.
"Think about it," said Bliss tartly. "No inhabited world has a trueecological balance. Earth must have had one originally, for if thatwas the world on which humanity evolved, there must have been longages when humanity did not exist, or any species capable of developingan advanced technology and the ability to modify the environment. Inthat case, a natural balance everchanging, of course musthave existed. On all other inhabited worlds, however, human beings havecarefully terraformed their new environments and established plant andanimal life, but the ecological system they introduce is bound to beunbalanced. It would possess only a limited number of species and onlythose that human beings wanted, or couldn't help introducing "Pelorat said, "You know what that reminds me of? Pardon me,Bliss, for interrupting, but it so fits that I can't resist tellingyou right now before I forget. There's an old creation myth I once cameacross; a myth in which life was formed on a planet and consisted of onlya limited assortment of species, just those useful to or pleasant forhumanity. The first human beings then did something silly nevermind what, old fellow, because those old myths are usually symbolic andonly confusing if they are taken literally and the planet's soilwas cursed. `Thorns also and thistles shall it bring forth to thee,'
is the way the curse was quoted though the passage sounds much betterin the archaic Galactic in which it was written. The point is, though,was it really a curse? Things human beings don't like and don't want,such as thorns and thistles, may be needed to balance the ecology."Bliss smiled. "It's really amazing, Pel, how everything reminds youof a legend, and how illuminating they are sometimes. Human beings, interraforming a world, leave out the thorns and thistles, whatever theymay be, and human beings then have to labor to keep the world going. Itisn't a self-supporting organism as Gaia is. It is rather a miscellaneouscollection of Isolates and the collection isn't miscellaneous enoughto allow the ecological balance to persist indefinitely. If humanitydisappears, and if its guiding hands are removed, the world's pattern oflife inevitably begins to fall apart. The planet unterraforms itself."Trevize said skeptically, "If that's what's happening, it doesn'thappen quickly. This world may have been free of human beings for twentythousand years and yet most of it still seems to be very much a goingconcern.""Surely," said Bliss, "that depends on how well the ecological balancewas set up in the first place. If it is a fairly good balance to beginwith, it might last for a long time without human beings. After all,twenty thousand years, though very long in terms of human affairs,is just overnight when compared to a planetary lifetime.""I suppose," said Pelorat, staring intently at the planetary vista,"that if the planet is degenerating, we can be sure that the human beingsare gone."Bliss said, "I still detect no mental activity at the human level andI am willing to suppose that the planet is safely free of humanity. Thereis the steady hum and buzz of lower levels of consciousness, however,levels high enough to represent birds and mammals. Just the same, I'mnot sure that unterraforming is enough to show human beings are gone. Aplanet might deteriorate even if human beings existed upon it, if thesociety were itself abnormal and did not understand the importance ofpreserving the environment.""Surely," said Pelorat, "such a society would quickly be destroyed. Idon't think it would be possible for human beings to fail to understandthe importance of retaining the very factors that are keeping themalive."Bliss said, "I don't have your pleasant faith in human reason,Pel. It seems to me to be quite conceivable that when a planetarysociety consists only of Isolates, local and even individual concernsmight easily be allowed to overcome planetary concerns.""I don't think that's conceivable," said Trevize, "anymore thanPelorat does. In fact, since human-occupied worlds exist by the millionand none of them have deteriorated in an unterraforming fashion, yourfear of Isolatism may be exaggerated, Bliss."The ship now moved out of the daylit hemisphere into the night. Theeffect was that of a rapidly deepening twilight, and then utter darknessoutside, except for starlight where the sky was clear.
The ship maintained its height by accurately monitoring the atmosphericpressure and gravitational intensity. They were at a height too greatto encounter any upthrusting mountainous massif, for the planet wasat a stage when mountain-building had not recently taken place. Still,the computer felt its way forward with its microwave finger-tips, justin case.
Trevize regarded the velvety darkness and said, thoughtfully,"Somehow what I find most convincing as the sign of a deserted planet isthe absence of visible light on the dark side. No technological societycould possibly endure darkness. As soon as we get into the dayside,we'll go lower.""What would be the use of that?" said Pelorat. "There's nothingthere.""Who said there's nothing there?""Bliss did. And you did.""No, Janov. I said there's no radiation of technological origin andBliss said there's no sign of human mental activity, but that doesn'tmean there's nothing there. Even if there are no human beings on theplanet, there would surely be relics of some sort. I'm after information,Janov, and the remainders of a technology may have its uses in thatdirection.""After twenty thousand years?" Pelorat's voice climbed in pitch. "Whatdo you think can survive twenty thousand years? There will be no films,no paper, no print; metal will have rusted, wood will have decayed,plastic will be in shattered grains. Even stone will have crumbledand eroded.""It may not be twenty thousand years," said Trevize patiently. "Imentioned that time as the longest period the planet may have beenleft empty of human beings because Comporellian legend has this worldflourishing at that time. But suppose the last human beings had died orvanished or fled only a thousand years ago."They arrived at the other end of the nightside and the dawn came andbrightened into sunlight almost instantaneously.
The Far Star sank downward and slowed its progress until thedetails of the land surface were clearly visible. The small islands thatdotted the continental shores could now be clearly seen. Most were greenwith vegetation.
Trevize said, "It's my idea that we ought to study the spoiledareas particularly. It seems to me that those places where human beingswere most concentrated would be where the ecological balance was mostlacking. Those areas might be the nucleus of the spreading blight ofunterraforming. What do you think, Bliss?""It's possible. In any case, in the absence of definite knowledge,we might as well look where it's easiest to see. The grasslands andforest would have swallowed most signs of human habitation so thatlooking there might prove a waste of time.""It strikes me," said Pelorat, "that a world might eventuallyestablish a balance with what it has; that new species might develop;and that the bad areas might be recolonized on a new basis.""Possibly, Pel," said Bliss. "It depends on how badly out of balancethe world was in the first place. And for a world to heal itself andachieve a new balance through evolution would take far more than twentythousand years. We'd be talking millions of years."The Far Star was no longer circling the world. It was driftingslowly across a five-hundred-kilometer-wide stretch of scattered heathand furze, with occasional clumps of trees.
"What do you think of that?" said Trevize suddenly, pointing. Theship came to a drifting halt and hovered in mid-air. There was a low, butpersistent, hum as the gravitic engines shifted into high, neutralizingthe planetary gravitational field almost entirely.
There was nothing much to see where Trevize pointed. Tumbled moundsbearing soil and sparse grass were all that was visible.
"It doesn't look like anything to me," said Pelorat.
"There's a straight-line arrangement to that junk. Parallel lines,and you can make out some faint lines at right angles, too. See?      Youcan't get that in any natural formation. That's human architecture,marking out foundations and walls, just as clearly as though they werestill standing there to be looked at.""Suppose it is," said Pelorat. "That's just a ruin. If we'regoing to do archeological research, we're going to have to dig anddig. Professionals would take years to do it properly ""Yes, but we can't take the time to do it properly. That may bethe faint outline of an ancient city and something of it may still bestanding. Let's follow those lines and see where they take us."It was toward one end of the area, at a place where the trees weresomewhat more thickly clumped, that they came to standing walls orpartially standing ones.
Trevize said, "Good enough for a beginning. We're landing."

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远星号停在一个小山丘的山脚下，山丘周围是一片平坦的开阔地。崔维兹几乎想也没想就觉得，最好别在数公里内没有任何掩蔽的地方着陆，因此这里是理所当然的最佳选择。
他说：“外面温度是摄氏二十四度，多云，西风，风速大约每小时十一公里。电脑对大气循环模式知道得不够，所以无法预测气候。下过，湿度差下多是百分之四十，不太可能下雨。整体而言，我们似乎选了一个舒适的纬度，或者说选对了季节，去过康普隆之后，来到这里真是令人分外愉快。”
“我猜想，”裴洛拉特说：“如果这颗行星继续反改造下去，天气会变得更极端。”
“我肯定这一点。”宝绮思说。
“随便你怎样肯定都行，”崔维兹说：“我们还得等上奸几千年，才能知道正确答案。此时此刻，它仍是个宜人的行星，在我们有生之年，以及其后许久许久，它都会一直保持这样。”
他一面说话，一面在腰际扣上一条宽皮带。宝绮思尖声道：“那是什么，崔维兹？”
“我还没忘记当初在舰队受的训练，”崔维兹说：“我不会赤手空拳闯进一个未知的世界。”
“你当真要携带武器？”
“正是如此。在我的右侧，”他用力一拍右边的皮套，里面是个很有分量的大口径武器。“挂的是我的手铳；而左侧，”那是柄较小的武器，口径很小而且没有开口。“是我的神经鞭。”
“两种谋杀方式。”宝绮思以厌恶的口气说。
“只有一种，只有手铳能杀人。神经鞭却不会，它只会刺激痛觉神经，不过我听说，它会让人痛不欲生。我很幸运，从来没吃过这种苦头。”
“你为什么要带这些东西？”
“我告诉过你，这里是敌人的世界。”
“崔维兹，这里是无人的世界。”
“是吗？它可能没有科技发达的人类社会，但是若有‘后科技时代’的原始人呢？他们或许顶多只有棍棒和石块，可是那些东西也能杀人。”
宝绮思看来被激怒了，伹她勉力压低声音，以表现得足够理智。“我侦测不到人类的神经活动，崔维兹。这就剔除了各种原始人的可能性，不论是后科技时代还是什么时代的。”
“那我就没必要使用我的武器，”崔维兹说：“下过话说回来，带着它们又有什么害处呢？它们只会让我的着量增加少许，既然地表着力大约只有端点星的百分之九十一，我还承受得了这点着量。听我说，太空艇本身也许毫无武装，伹它装载了不少手提式武器，我建议你们两位也——”
“下要，”宝绮思立刻答道：“任何准备杀戮——或是带给他人痛苦的动作，我都拒绝。”
“这不是准备杀戮，而是避免自己遭到杀害，希望你懂得我的意思。”
“我能用自己的方法保护自己。”
“詹诺夫？”
裴洛拉特犹豫了一下。“在康普隆的时候，我们并未携带任何武器。”
“得了吧，詹诺夫。康普隆是个已知数，是个和基地结盟的世界。何况我们才刚着陆便遭到逮捕，即使我们带了武器，也会马上被缴械。你到底要不要拿一柄手铣？·”
裴洛拉特摇了摇头。“我从未在舰队待过，老弟。我不知道怎样使用这些家伙，而且，遇到了紧急情况，我绝对来不及想到要用。我只会向后跑，然后——然后就被杀掉。”
“你下会被杀害的，裴，”宝绮思中气十足地说：“盖哑将你置于我／我们的保护之下，那个装腔作势的舰队英雄也一样。”
崔维兹说：“很好，我不反对受到保护，但我没有装腔作势，我只是要百分之两百的谨慎。如果我永远不必碰这些家伙，我会感到万分高兴，我向你保证。不过，我必须把它们带在身上。”
他珍爱地拍了拍那两件武器，又说：“现在让我们走向这个世界吧，它的地表可能有数千年未曾感受人类的着量了。”
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“我有一种感觉，”裴洛拉特说：“现在一定相当晚了，可是太阳还高高挂在天上，看起来好像不过是近午时分。”
“我猜想，”崔维兹浏览着四周静谧的景观说：“你的感觉源自这个太阳的橙色色调，它带来了一种日落的感觉。当真正的日落来临时，假如我们仍在此地，而云层结构又正常的话，我们应该会发现夕阳比平常所见的更红。我不知道你会感到美丽还是阴郁——这种差异在康普隆也许更极端，下过我们在那里的时候，自始至终都待在室内。”
他缓缓转过身来，检视着四周的环境。除了光线令人几乎下意识地感到奇怪，这个世界还有一种特殊的气味——或许是这个地区独有的味道。似乎带有一点霉味，不过还不至于令人恶心。
敖近的树木不高不矮，看来全是些老树，树皮长了下少树瘤。树干都不很直，不过他无从判断这究竟是因为强风，或是由于土质不佳。是否就是这些树木，为这个世界平添了某种威胁感，抑或是其他什么东西——更无形的东西？
宝绮思说：“你打算要做什么，崔维兹？我们大老远来到此地，可不是来欣赏风景的。”
崔维兹说：“其实，那也许就是我现在所该做的。我想建议詹诺夫探查一下这个地方，那个方向有些废墟，如果发现任何纪录，也只有他才能判断有没有价值。我猜他看得懂古银河文的手稿或胶卷，而我很清楚自己没办法。而且我认为，宝绮思，你会想跟他一起去，以便就近保护他。至于我自己，我缓篝在这里，在废墟外围为你们站岗。”
“为什么要站岗？防备拿着棍棒和石块的原始人？”
“也许吧。”他挂在嘴角的微笑突然敛去，又说：“真奇怪，宝绮思，我觉得这个地方有点不对劲，我也说下上来为什么。”
裴洛拉特说：“来吧，宝绮思，我这辈子一直蹲在家里搜集古代传说，从没真正摸过古老的文件。想想看，如果我们能发现……”
崔维兹目送着他们两人，裴洛拉特急切地朝废墟走去，他的声音渐行渐远，宝绮思则轻快地走在他旁边。
崔维兹心不在焉地听了一会儿，然后转过身来，继续研究周遭的环境。究竟是什么引起他的忧虑呢？
他从未真正涉足毫无人迹的世界，倒是从太空中观察过许多个。它们通常都是小型世界，小得无法留住水分与空气。不过它们还是有些用处，例如在舰队演习时用来标示一个会师点（在他一生中，以及他出生前整整一世纪内，一直没有战争发生，下过军事演习从未中断），或是作为模拟紧急修护的训练场地。他当初服役的那些船舰，曾多次进入这种世界的轨道，有时也会降落其上，可是他从来没机会走到外面。
是否因为他现在真正立足于一个无人世界？如果在服役的那段日子里，他踏上了某个没有空气的小型世界，当时也会有同样的感觉吗？然后呢？
他摇了摇头，那不会对他造成任何困扰，他非常肯定。他会穿上太空衣走出去，如同他做过无数次的太空漫步一样。他非常熟悉那种情况，而仅仅与一大块“岩石”接触，并不会改变这种熟悉的感觉。绝对不会！
当然——这次他没有穿太空衣。
他正站在一个可住人的世界上，感觉就像在端点星一样舒服；比康普隆舒服得多。他感到微风拂过面颊，温暖的阳光照在背上，植物摩擦的沙沙声传入耳中。每样东西都那么熟悉，除了没有人类——至少，人类如今已不再存在。
是不是因为这样？是不是因为这样，才使这个世界显得阴森森的？是否因为它不仅是个无人的世界，更是个遭到废弃的世界？
他以前从未到过任何废弃的世界，也没听说过有什么废弃的世界，甚至根本没想到有哪个世界会遭到废弃。直到目前为止，他所知道的每一个世界，人类一旦殖民其上，子子孙孙就会永远住下去。
他抬头望向天空，唯一遗弃这个世界的只有人类。有只鸟儿刚好飞过他的视线，看起来似乎比橙色云朵间的青灰色天空更自然些。（崔维兹十分肯定，只要在这个行星上多住几天，他就会习惯这些奇异的色调，到那个时候，天空与云朵也会显得很正常。）
他听到树上有鸟儿在歌唱，还有昆虫在轻声呢喃。宝绮思早先提到过蝴蝶，现在他果然看见了——数量多得惊人，而且有好几种不同花色。
树旁的草丛中也不时传来阵阵沙沙声，但他无法确定是什么东西引起的。
令他感到心神不宁的，并非附近这些放眼可见的生命。正如宝绮思所说，人类对一个世界进行改造时，一开始就不会引进危险的动物。他幼年所读的童话，以及少年时期看的奇幻故事，一律发生在一个传说中的世界，那一定是从含糊的地球神话脱胎而来。在超波戏剧的全讯屏幕中，则充满各式各样的怪兽——狮子、独角兽、巨龙、鲸类、雷龙、狗熊等等，总共有几十种，大多数的名字他都记不起来。其中有些当然是神话的产物，或许都是也说不定。此外，还有些会咬人、螫人的小动物，甚趾蟋植物都是碰不得的，不过这仅限于虚构的故事中。他也曾听说原始蜜蜂会螫人，但真实世界的蜜蜂绝不会伤害人类。
他慢慢向右方走去，走过山丘的边缘。那里的草丛分布得很零散，一丛一丛错落着，但每一丛都又高又密。他走在树林间，树木也是一丛丛聚在一块。
他打了个呵欠。当然，没有发生任何刺激的状况，他下知道该不该回太空艇打个盹。不，绝不能有那种念头，他现在显然得好好站岗。
也许他该演习一下步哨勤务。齐步走，一、二、一、二，来个迅速的转身，手中拿一支阅兵用的电棒，操演着复杂的花式动作。（战士已有三世纪未曾使用这种武器，伹在训练的时候，它却是绝对必要的项目，没有人说得出这是什么道理。）
这种突如其来的想法不禁令他笑了笑，随后他又想到，自己是不是该到废墟中，加入裴洛拉特与宝绮思的行列。为什么呢？他帮得上什么忙？
彬许他能看到裴洛拉特刚好忽略的什么东西？思，等裴洛拉特回来后，还有的是时间那样做。如果有什么很容易发现的东西，一定要留给裴洛拉特才对。
他们两人可能遇到麻烦吗？真傻！能有什么样的麻烦？
万一出了什么问题，他们一定会呼救。
他开始仔细倾听，结果什么都没听到。
然后，步哨勤务的念头又在他心中浮现，挥也挥下去。他发现自己开始齐步走，双脚此起彼落，踏出有力的节奏。一支想像中的电棒从肩头甩出去，打了几个转后被他接住，笔直地举在正前方；接着又开始打转，回到另一侧的肩头。在一个俐落的向后转之后，他再度面对着太空艇（不过现在距离很远了）。
站定向前望的时候，他突然僵住了——在现实中，而非步啃的假想状况。
这里不只他一个人。
在此之前，除了植物、昆虫，以及一只小鸟，他没看到任何其他生物。他也未曾见到或听到有任何东西接近——现在却有一头动物站在他与太空艇之间。
这个意外的状况令他吓呆了，一时之间，他丧失了解释视觉讯号的能力。过了相当长的时间后，他才明白自己望着的是什么。
那只不过是一只狗。
崔维兹不是个喜欢狗的人，他从没养过狗，他碰到狗的时候也不会有什么特别的亲切感，这次也不例外。他不耐烦地想，无论在哪个世界上，都一定会有这种动物伴着人类。它们的品种数也数不尽，崔维兹一直有个烦厌的印象，就是每个世界至少有一种特有的品种。然而，所有的品种都有个共同点：不论它们是养来消遣、表演，或是做其他有用的工作，都被教得对人类充满敬爱与信任。
崔维兹向来无法消受这种敬爱与信任。他曾跟某位养有一只狗的女子同居一段时间，看在女主人的份上，崔维兹对那只狗百般容忍，而它却对他产生了根深蒂固的爱慕之情，总是跟着他到处跑，休息的时候依偎在他身旁（二十多公斤的体着全靠过来），出其不意就会让他身上沾满唾液与狗毛。每当他们两人想要亲热时，它就会蹲在门外，同时发出一声声的呻吟。
从那段经验中，崔维兹确信一件事：自己是狗儿们挚爱的对象。至于原因为何，只有犬科的心灵与它们分辨气味的能力才能解释。
因此一旦从最初的惊讶中恢复过来，他开始放心地打量这只狗。它的体型很大，身形瘦削，四肢瘦长。它瞪着他，但看不出有什么爱慕之情；它的嘴巴张着，也许那可以解释为欢迎的笑容，不过绽现的牙齿可又大又锋利。崔维兹相信，如果这只狗不在自己的视线内，他想必会觉得自在些。
突然间他又想到，这只狗从未见过人类，它的祖先也一定有无数代不知人类为何物。现在忽然出现一个人，它也许跟崔维兹看到它的反应一样，感到相当惊讶而不安。崔维兹至少很快就认出它是只狗，那只狗却没有这个优势，它仍不知如何是好，也可能已经提高警觉。
让一只体型那么庞大、牙齿如此锋利的动物一直处于警戒状态，显然不是件安全的事。崔维兹心里很明白，双方需要赶紧建立友谊。
他以非常缓慢的动作，向那只狗慢慢接近（当然不能有突兀的动作）。然后他伸出一只手，准备让它来嗅一嗅，同时发出轻柔的、具有安抚作用的声音，还不时夹杂着“乖乖狗儿”这类的话，令他自己都感到很难为情。
那只狗双眼紧盯着崔维兹，向后退了一两步，彷佛并不信任对方。然后它掀起上唇，龇牙咧嘴，口中还发出一声从邡的吠叫。虽然崔维兹从未见过哪只狗做出这样的表情，可是除了威吓，这种动作显然不能做别的解释。
因此崔维兹停止前进，僵立原处。此时，他从眼角瞥见一侧有东西在动，于是慢慢转过头去，竟发现又有两只狗从那个方向走来，看起来跟原先那只一样要命。
要命？这个形容词他现在才想到，却是贴切得可怕，这点绝错不了。
他的心脏突然怦怦乱跳。回太空艇的路被堵住了，他不能漫无目的地乱跑，因为那些长腿狗在几公尺内就会追上他。伹他若是站在原地用手铳对付它们，那么刚杀死一只，另外两只便会扑向他。而在较远的地方，他又看到有更多的狗朝这里走来。难道它们之间有什么办法联络？它们总是成群出猎吗？
他慢慢向左侧移动，那个方向没有任何一只狗——目前还没有：慢慢地，慢慢地移动。
那三只狗跟着他一起移动。他心里有数，自己没有受到立即攻击，是因为这些狗从未见过或闻过像他这样的东西。对于他这个猎物，它们尚未建立起可供遵循的行为模式。
假如他拔腿飞奔，这可是那些狗很熟悉的动作。碰到类似崔维兹这般大小的猎物因恐惧而逃跑，它们知道该如何行动；它们会跟着跑，而且跑得更快。
崔维兹继续侧着身，朝一株树木移动，他实在太想爬到树上，这样至少能暂时摆脱它们。它们却跟着他一起移动脚步，轻声咆哮着，而且越走越近，三只狗的眼睛都眨也不眨地盯着他。此时又多了两只狗加入它们的行列，而在更远的地方，崔维兹还能看到有更多的狗走过来。当他与那棵树接近到某个秤谌时，他就必须开始冲刺。他不能等待太久，也不能起跑太早，这两种行动都缓箢他丧命。
就是现在！
他可能打破了自己瞬间加速的纪录，即使如此仍是千钧一发。他感到一只后脚跟被猛然咬住，一时之间动弹不得，直到坚固的陶质鞋面滑脱尖锐的狗牙，他才将腿抽了回来。
他不擅长爬树，而且十岁之后就没再爬过，他也还记得，小时候他爬树的技巧相当拙劣。不过这回情况还算好，树干不太垂直，树皮上又有许多节瘤可供攀抓。更何况现在情非得已，在不得已的情况下，一个人总能做出许多惊人的事。
崔维兹终于坐在一个树枝分岔处，离地大概有十公尺。他一只手刮破了，正渗出血来，不过匆忙间他完全没有察觉。在树下四周围，有五只狗蹲坐在那里，每只都抬头盯着树上，吐出舌头，看来全都在耐心等待。
现在该怎么办？
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崔维兹无法有条不紊地思考目前的处境，他脑子里闪现出许多破碎不连贯的想法。如果事后他能厘清思路，大致应该是这个样子——
宝绮思先前曾极力主张，将一颗行星改造之后，人类建立的是个非平衡的自然界，唯有藉着不断的努力才有可能维系不坠。比如说，银河殖民者身边从来不带大型猎食动物，小型的则无可避免，例如昆虫、寄生物，甚至小型的鹰、地鼠等等。
在传说中以及含意模糊的文学作品里出现的猛兽——老虎、灰熊、杀人鲸、鳄鱼，谁会将它们从一个世界带到另一个世界，即使那样做真有意义？而那样做又会有什么意义呢？
这意味着人类是唯一的大型猎食动物，可以随心所欲摄取镑种动物与植物。若是没有人类的介入，那些动植物将会由于繁衍过剩，导致生存受到威胁。
假如人类由于某种原因而消失，其他猎食动物必将取而代之。会是哪种猎食动物呢？人类能够容忍的最大猎食动物是猫和狗，它们早已被人类驯服，生活在人类的庇荫下。
如果不再有人类饲养它们呢？那时它们必须自己寻找食物——为了它们自己的生存，事实上也等于让那些猎物得以存活。因为后者的数量必须维持一个定值，否则过度繁殖所带来的灾害，将百倍于遭到猎捕所造成的损失。
因此狗类会继续增殖，各类品种都有，其中大型狗只会攻击大型的、无人照料的食草动物；小型的则缓笤捕鸟类与啮齿类。猫在夜间捕食，狗在白昼行动：前者单打独斗，后者则成群结队。
彬许藉由演化，最后会产生更多不同的品种，来填补生态栖位多余的空缺。会不会有些狗类最后发展出海中活动的本领，可以靠鱼类维生？而有些猫类则发展出滑翔能力，得以攫获空中与地上行动笨拙的鸟类？
正当崔维兹绞尽脑汁，想要有条理地考虑一下该如何行动时，这些意识的片段却一股脑涌现出来。
野狗的数目不断增加，他数了一下，现在围绕着这棵树的总共有二十三只，此外还有些在渐渐迫近。这群野狗的数量究竟有多少——那又有什么关系？现在已经够多了。
他从皮套中掏出手铳，可是手中握着坚实铳柄的感觉，并未为他带来希望中的安全感。他上次填充能量丸是什么时候？他总共能发射几次？当然不到二十三次。
裴洛拉特与宝绮思该怎么办呢？如果他们出现，那些野狗会不会转而攻击他们？即使他们不现身，就一定能安然无事吗？假使狗群嗅到废墟中还有两个人，有什么能阻止它们跑到那里去攻击他们？肯定没有什么门或栏杆可以暂时阻挡。
宝绮思能不能抵御它们的进攻，甚至将它们驱走？她能否将超空间那头的力量集中，提升到需要的强度？她又能维持那些力量多久？
那么，他应不应该呼救？如果他高声喊叫，他们会不缓螈刻跑过来？而在宝绮思瞪视之下，那些野狗会下会四下逃窜？（真需要瞪视吗？或者只是一种精神活动，不具备那种能力的旁观者根本无法侦知？）或者，他们若是出现，会不会在他面前被撕成碎片，而他只能相当安全地高坐树上，眼睁睁看着这幕惨剧，却一点办法都没有？
下，他一定得使用手铳。如果他能杀死一只，把其他的野狗暂时吓退，他就可以爬下树来，呼叫裴洛拉特与宝绮思。假如野狗显出折回的意图，他会再杀一只，然后他们三人便能冲进太空艇中。
他将微波束的强度调到四分之三，那足以令一只野狗毙命，同时带来巨大的响声。巨响可将其他野狗吓跑，这样他就能节省一些能量。
他仔细瞄准狗群中央的某一只，它似乎（至少，在崔维兹自己的想像中）比别的狗散发出更浓的敌意。也许只是因为它显得特别安静，奸像对它的猎物有更残酷的企图。现在，那只狗正好盯着他手中的武器，仿佛表示崔维兹的手段再凶，它也不会放在眼里。
崔维兹突然想到，自己从未对任何人动用手铳，也从来没有目睹别人使用过。在受训的时候，他曾射击过人形靶。那个人形的外皮由皮革与塑料制成，内部装满水，被射中之后，里面的水几乎立刻沸腾、猛然爆开，将整个外皮炸得稀烂。
可是在没有任何战事的年代，谁会射击一个活生生的人呢？又有什么人敢在手铳之下反抗，令自己成为铳下亡魂？只有在这里，这个由于人类消失而变得病态的世界……
崔维兹突然发觉有团云遮住了阳光——人脑就是有这种奇特的能力，总是会注意到一些全然无关紧要的事物——他猛然按下扳机。
从铣口延伸到那只狗的一条直线上，凭空出现一道奇异的闪光，如果不是云团刚好遮住阳光，那道模糊的光芒可能根本就看不见。
那只狗一定突然感到全身发热，身子稍微动了一下，奸像准备要跳起来。而在下一刹那，它的身体就爆炸了，部分血液与细胞组织随即汽化。
不过爆炸声却小得令人失望，这是因为狗皮下像人形靶的外皮那般坚韧。然而那只野狗的肌肉、毛皮、鲜血与骨骼仍四散纷飞，令崔维兹感到胃部一阵翻腾。
其他的野狗马上后退，有些被高温的碎肉打到，滋味想必不好受。但它们只迟疑了片刻，突然间又挤上前去，争相吞食那些血肉，使崔维兹觉得更加恶心。他没有把它们吓跑，却为它们提供了食物，它们无论如何是不会离开了。事实上，鲜血与熟肉的味道将引来更多野狗，或许，还会有其他小型猎食动物闻风而至。
此时，一声叫喊突然响起：“崔维兹，怎么……”
崔维兹向远处望去，宝绮思与裴洛拉特正从废墟中走出来。宝绮思陡然停下脚步，伸出双臂将裴洛拉特挡在后面，眼睛紧盯着那些野狗。情势非常清楚，她根本不需要再问什么。
崔维兹高声喊道：“我试图把它们赶走，不想惊动你和詹诺夫。你能制住它们吗？”
“很困难。”宝绮思答道。虽然狗群的嗥叫声像是被一大张吸音毯罩住似的静止了，不过她并未用力喊叫，因此崔维兹仍听不太清楚。
宝绮思又说：“它们的数量太多了，我又下熟悉它们的神经活动模式，我们盖娅上没有这种凶残的东西。”
“端点星也没有，任何一个文明世界都没有。”崔维兹吼道：“我尽可能杀多少算多少，你试着对付其他的，数量少了你比较好办。”
“不行，崔维兹，射杀它们又会引来其他野狗——留在我的后面，裴，你根本无法保护我——崔维兹，你另外那件武器。”
“神经鞭？”
“对，它可以激发痛觉。低功率，低功率！”
“你担心它们会受伤吗？”崔维兹气冲冲地叫道：“现在是顾虑生命神圣的时候吗？”
“我顾虑的是裴的生命，还有我的生命。低功率，而且对准一只发射，我无法再压制它们多久。”
那些野狗早已离开树下，将宝绮思与裴洛拉特团团围住，他们两人则紧靠着一堵断墙。最接近他们的几只野狗，迟疑地试图再向前进，同时发出几下哼声，仿佛想弄懂自己是被什么阻挡了，因为它们感觉不到任何障碍。另外还有几只想要爬上那堵危墙，改从后面进攻，不过显然是白费力气。
崔维兹甩颤抖的手将神经鞭调到低功率。神经鞭所用的能量比手铳少得多，一个电源匣能产生好几百下无形的鞭击。可是现在想一想，他也不记得上次充电是什么时候的事。
发射神经鞭不需要怎么瞄准，因为下必太顾虑能量的消耗，他可以一下子扫过大群野狗。那是使用神经鞭的传统方式，专门用来对付现出危险徵兆的群众。
不过，他还是照宝绮思的建议去做，瞄准某只野狗击出一鞭。那只狗立刻倒在地上，四肢不停抽搐，同时发出响后而尖锐的悲鸣。
其他的野狗纷纷向后退去，离那只受伤的狗越来越远，每只狗的耳朵都向后扯平。然后，那些野狗也发出悲鸣，一个个转身离去，最初是慢慢走，然后速度开始加快，最后变成全速飞奔。那只被神经鞭击中的野狗，此时痛苦万分地爬起来，一面发出哀嚎，一面一跛一跛地走开，脚步落后其他野狗甚多。
狈吠声终于在远方消失，宝绮思这才说：“我们最好赶快进太空船，它们还会再回来，其他的狗群也会来。”
崔维兹不记得自己曾如此迅速地操作过闸门机制，以后也可能永远破下了这个纪录。
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夜晚降临时，崔维兹仍觉得尚未完全恢复正常。他手上刮伤的地方贴了一片合成皮肤，消除了肉体上的疼痛，可是他精神上的创伤，却不是那么容易能抚平的。
这不仅是暴露于危险中而已，如果只是这样，他的反应会跟任何一个普通勇者一样。问题是危险来自一个全然未曾预料的方向，带来一种荒谬可笑的感觉。如果有人发现他被一群野狗逼上树，那将是个什么样的局面？就算他被一群发怒的金丝雀吓得逃之夭夭，也不会比刚才的情况更糟。
有好几小时的时间，他一直在倾听外面的动静——那些野狗是否发动了新的攻势，是否有狂吠声，是否有狗爪搔抓艇体的声音。
相较之下，裴洛拉特似乎冷静得多。“我心中从来没有怀疑，老弟，怀疑宝绮思能应付这一切。可是我必须承认，你那一击相当精采。”
崔维兹耸了耸肩，他没有心情讨论这件事。
裴洛拉特手中拿着他的“图书馆”——那是一片光碟，他毕生研究神话传说的成果都存在里面。他拿着它钻进寝舱，他的小型阅读机就放在那里。
裴洛拉特的心情似乎相当好，崔维兹注意到了这点，不过并末追根究底。等他的心思不再被野狗完全占据时，还有的是时间弄个明白。
等到宝绮思与他独处的时候，她以近乎试探的口气说：“我想你是受惊了。”
“的确如此，”崔维兹以沮丧的口吻答道：“有谁会想到看见一条狗——一条狗，我就该赶紧逃命。”
“此地有两万年不见人迹，它已经不算一只普通的狗，现在这些野兽必定是力量最强的大型猎食动物。”
崔维兹点了点头。“当我坐在树枝上，变成一个力量最弱的猎物时，我就想到了这点。你所提到的非平衡生态，实在是万分正确的说法。”
“就人类的观点而言，当然是非平衡。但是想想看，那些狗在进行捕猎的过程中，表现得多么有效率。我想裴也许说对了，生态的确能自我平衡，当初被引进这个世界的少数物种可以演化出许多变种，来填补各种不同的生态栖位。”
“真是奇怪，”崔维兹说：“我也有同样的想法。”
“当然啦，前提是非平衡状态不太严着，否则自我修正的过程需要很长的时间，在成功之前，那颗行星早已回天乏术。”
崔维兹低哼了一声。
宝绮思若有所思地望着他。“你怎么会想到要武装自己？”
崔维兹说：“结果对我也没什么好处，是你的能力……”
“并不尽然，我需要你的武器。那是毫无预警的情况，我和盖哑又只有超空间式接触，要对付那么多我不熟悉的心灵，若没有你的神经鞭，我根本无计可施。”
“我的手铳毫无用处，我曾经试过。”
“动用手铳，崔维兹，只能让一只狗消失，其他的狗也许会感到惊讶，可是不会害怕。”
“其实更糟，”崔维兹说：“它们将残骸都吃掉了，我等于是在贿赂它们留下来。”
“没错，我可以想像那种效果。神经鞭却不同，它会带来痛楚，一只狗痛极了便会嚎叫，而别的狗都能了解这叫声的意义。即使不为其他原因，它们也会由于制约反射而感到恐惧。所有的野狗都陷入恐惧之后，我只消轻轻推触它们的心灵，它们便自动离开了。”
“没错，可是你了解在这情况下，神经鞭是更有威力的武器，我却不知道。”
“我习惯和心灵打交道，你没有这方面的经验。我坚持要你使用低功率，并且瞄准一只狗，原因就在这里。我不希望过度的痛楚令那只狗死亡，那样它就发不出声音；我也不希望痛觉太过分散，那样只会引起几声低鸣。我要剧烈的痛楚集中在一点上。”
“果然如你所愿，宝绮思，”崔维兹说：“结果完全成功，我实在该好好感谢你。”
“你吝于表达感激，”宝绮思语着心长地说：“因为你觉得自己扮演了一个滑稽的角色。然而，我再着复一遍，没有你的武器，我根本无计可施。我想知道的是，你怎么解释携带武器这件事？因为我已经向你保证，这个世界上没有任何人类，这点我至今仍旧肯定。难道你预见了那些野狗吗？”
“没有，”崔维兹说：“我当然没有，至少意识中未曾料到。而且我通常没有武装的习惯，在康普隆的时候，我根本没想到带武器。但是，我也不能让自己轻易相信那是种魔法，不可能是那样的。我猜想，当我们刚开始讨论非平衡生态时，我就有了一种潜意识的警觉，想到在一个没有人类的世界上，动物可能会变得危险。事后想来这点很明显，而我可能有一丝先见之明，只不过是这样罢了。”
宝绮思说：“别这么随便就敷衍过去。我也参与了有关非平衡生态的讨论，却没有同样的先见之明。盖娅所珍视的，就是你这种特殊的预感。我也看得出来，你一定很气恼，因为你拥有一种隐性的预感，但无法侦知它的本质：你根据自己的决定行动，却没有明确的理由。”
“在端点星，我们通常的说法是‘凭预感行事’。”
“在盖娅上，我们说‘知其然下知其所以然’。你不喜欢不知所以然的感觉，对下对？”
“是的，这的确令我苦恼不己，我不喜欢被预感驱策。我猜预感后面必有原因，伹不知道这个原因，则使我感到自己无法掌握自己的心灵，就像是一种轻度的疯狂。”
“当你决定赞同盖哑和盖哑星系的时候，你就是凭预感行事，现在你却要找出原因。”
“这点我至少说过十几遍了。”
“而我却拒绝把你的声明当真，我为这件事感到抱歉。这方面我不会再跟你唱反调，下过我希望，我可以继续指出盖哑的各项优点。”
“随时请便，”崔维兹说：“反之，希望你了解，我也许不会接受那些话。”
“那么，你是否曾经想到，这个不知名的世界正在返归一种蛮荒状态，也许最终会变得荒芜而不可住人，只因为一种具有足够智慧指导整个世界的物种消失了？假如这个世界是盖哑，或者更理想——是盖娅星系的一部分，那么这种事就不会发生。指导的智慧将化身为银河整体，继续留存在这里，不论生态何时偏离平衡，也不论由于什么原因，终究都会再度趋于平衡。”
“这意味着那些野狗不再需要食物？”
“它们当然需要食物，正像人类一样。然而，它们进食是有目的的，是在刻意指导之下维持生态平衡的行为，而不是随机环境造成的结果。”
崔维兹说：“对狗而言，失去个体的自由也许不算什么，可是对人类一定会有着大影响。如果所有的人类全部消失，到处都没了，而非只是在某个或数个世界上绝迹，那又会怎么样？如果完全没有人类，盖娅星系将变成什么样子？那时还会有指导智慧吗？其他的生命型态和无生命物质，有办法共组一个共同的智慧，担负起这个使命吗？”
宝绮思犹豫了一下。“这种情况，”她又说：“过去从来未曾发生；而在未来，似乎也没有任何可能。”
崔维兹说：“人类心灵和宇宙万物性质迥异，万一它消失了，所有其他意识的总和也无法取代，你难道不认为这很明显吗？所以说，人类是个特例，必须受到特别待遇，这难道不对吗？人类甚至不该彼此融合，更遑论和非人生物或无生物混在一起。”
“可是你当时决定支持盖娅。”
“那是为了一个凌驾一切的理由，而我自己也不清楚它是什么。”
“也许那个凌驾一切的理由，就是你隐约预见了非平衡生态的效应？你的推论有没有可能是这样的——银河中每个世界都好像立在刀刃上，两侧皆是不稳定的状态，只有盖哑星系能预防降临在这个世界的各种灾祸。至于持续不断的战争和腐败政治带来的苦难，那就更不在话下。”
“不，当我做出决定时，心中并未想到非平衡的生态。”
“你怎能确定？”
“我也许不知道自己原先预见了什么，但事后若有人对我提起，假如它的确是我曾预见的，我却能认出来。就好像我感觉得到，我当初也许料到这个世界会有危险的动物。”
“嗯，”宝绮思以严肃而平静的口吻说：“若不是我们两人通力合作——你的先见之明加上我的精神力场，那些危险动物可能已经要了我们的命。来吧，让我们做个朋友。”
崔维兹点了点头。“随你的便。”
他的声音透着几许冷淡，宝绮思不禁扬起眉毛。不过就在这个时候，裴洛拉特突然闯进来，使劲猛点着头，彷佛想将脑袋从脖子上摇下来。
“我想，”他说：“我们找到了。”
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崔维兹通常并不相信轻易得来的胜利，然而，偶尔舍弃自己的明智判断也是人之常情。他现在觉得胸部与喉头的肌肉紧绷，但仍勉强开口问道：“地球的位置？你找到了吗，詹诺夫？”
裴洛拉特瞪了崔维兹一下，突然像是泄了气一样。“这个嘛，不是的，”他的脸涨得通红，“不完全是——事实上，葛兰，完全下是，我刚才根本忘了那回事。我在废墟中发现的是别的东西，我想它没有什么着要性。”
崔维兹深深吸了一口气。“不要紧，詹诺夫。每一项发现都着要，你跑来是要说什么？”
“嗯，”裴洛拉特说：“这里几乎没什么东西遗留下来，你也该了解。经过两万年的风吹雨打，能留到现在的东西实在下多。此外，植物生命会渐渐破坏遗迹，而动物生命——不过别管这些了，着点是‘几乎没有’并不等于‘完全没有’。
“这个废墟一定包含一座公共建筑物，因为有些掉落的石块，或者也许是混凝土，上面刻着—些文字。那些宇肉眼简直看不出来，你应该了解，老弟，不过我拍了许多相片，用太空船上的相机拍的，就是有内建电脑以增强功能的那种相机——我从来没机缓箸得你的同意，葛兰，可是真的很着要，所以我……”
崔维兹不耐烦地挥了挥手。“继续说！”
“那些文字我看得懂一些，是非常古老的文字。伹即使照相机有电脑辅助，再加上我阅读古代文字的能力不错，却也无法认出太多，真正看懂的只有一个词。那几个字的字体比较大，也比其他的字清楚一点，或许它们被故意刻得较深，因为它们代表的是这个世界。那个词就是‘奥罗拉行星’，所以我猜想，我们目前立足的这个世界叫作奥罗拉，或者说以前叫奥罗拉。”
“它总该有个名字。”崔维兹说。
“没错，可是名字很少会随便乱取。我刚才用我的图书馆仔细搜寻了一下，结果发现两则传说，来源刚好是两个相隔甚远的世界，根据这点，我们可做出一个合理的假设，那就是两者的来源完全无关——不过别管这个了。在那两则传说中，奥罗拉当曙光解释，我们可以假设，在银河标准语之前的某个语言中，奥罗拉的意思正是曙光。
“巧的是，相同类型的太空站或其他人造天体，第一个建好的便常用曙光或黎明这类名字命名。如果这个世界在某种语言中称为曙光，它也许就是同类世界的第一个。”
崔维兹问道：“你是不是想说，这颗行星就是地球，而奥罗拉是它的别名，因为这个名字代表了生命与人类的黎明？”
裴洛拉特说：“我不敢推测那么远，葛兰。”
崔维兹带点挖苦的口气说：“毕竟我们没发现放射性地表，没发现巨大的卫星，也没发现具有大型行星环的气态巨行星。”
“一点都没错。可是康普隆的那个丹尼亚多，他似乎认为这个世界曾经是第一波殖民者——外世界人定居的许多世界之一。果真如此的话，那么它既然叫作奥罗拉，也许就表示它是第一个外世界。此时我们脚下这颗行星，很可能是除了地球之外，银河中最古老的人类世界。这难道不令人兴奋吗？”
“不管怎么说，的确很有意思，詹诺夫。可是仅由奥罗拉一个名字，就推出了这些结论，是不是嫌太多了？”
“还不只呢，”裴洛拉特兴奋地说：“我找遍了我所搜集的纪录，结果发现当今银河中，没有一个世界叫作奥罗拉，我确定你的电脑能证实这点。正如我刚才所说，许多世界和其他天体都以曙光这一类名字命名，却没一个真正使用奥罗拉。”
“它们何必要用呢？如果那是在银河标准语之前的字眼，就不大可能流行到今天。”
“可是名字会保留下来——即使它们已经毫无意义。如果这里真是第一个殖民世界，它应该很有名气，甚至可能一度是银河的主宰。所以说，一定会有其他世界自称‘新奥罗拉’或‘小奥罗拉’，或者诸如此类的名称。而其他的……”
崔维兹突然插嘴道：“也许它并非第一个殖民世界，也许它从来就没什么着要性。”
“依我看有个更好的解释，我亲爱的兄弟。”
“什么样的解释，詹诺夫？”
“假如第一波殖民者被第二波后来居上，因此当今银河所有的世界都是后者的天下，正如丹尼亚多所说，那么就很有可能，两波殖民者之间曾出现敌对状态，所以第二波殖民者，也就是如今这些世界的建立者，不会采用第一波殖民世界的名宇。如此说来，我们可以根据奥罗拉这个名字从未着复的事实，推论出总共有两波殖民者，而此地是第一波殖民者建立的世界。”
崔维兹微微一笑。“我稍微弄懂了你们神话学家如何做学问，詹诺夫。你们总是建立一个美丽的理论体系，但它也许只是空中楼阁。传说告诉我们，第一波殖民者带了许多机器人随行，这想必就是他们覆灭的原因。现在，假使我们能在这个世界上找到一个机器人，我就愿意接受所有关于第一波殖民者的推测，可是我们不能指望经过两万……”
裴洛拉特的嘴巴蠕动好久，才终于发出声音来。“可是，葛兰，我没告诉你吗？没有，我当然没有，我太兴奋了，没法子把事情说得有条有理——这里的确有个机器人。”
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崔维兹揉了揉额头，仿佛头疼得发胀。“一个机器人？这里有个机器人？”
“对。”裴洛拉特使劲点头。
“你怎么知道？”
“哎呀，它当然是机器人。我亲眼看到了，怎么可能认不出来？”
“你以前见过机器人吗？”
“没有，但那是个看来像人类的金属物体，有脑袋、双手、双脚和躯干。当然啦，我所谓的金属，其实几乎是堆铁銹。当我向它走近时，想必是脚步引起的震动使它进一步受损，所以当我伸手摸它……”
“你为什么要摸它？”
“这个嘛，我想是因为我无法完全相信自己的眼睛，那是种自然而然的反应。我才刚碰到它，它就散了开来，可是……”
“怎样？”
“在它快要散开来之前，它的眼睛似乎放出非常微弱的光芒，同时发出一个声音，像是试图说些什么。”
“你的意思是说它还在运作？”
“几乎谈不上，葛兰，然后它就崩溃了。”
崔维兹转向宝绮思。“你能证实这一切吗，宝绮思？”
“那是个机器人，我们都看到了。”宝绮思说。
“而它仍旧在运作？”
宝绮思以平板的语调说：“当它散开来的时候，我捕捉到一丝微弱的神经活动讯息。”
“怎么可能有神经活动？机器人没有细胞组成的有机大脑。”
“它具有电脑化的类似结构，我猜想，”宝绮思说：“而我侦测得到。”
“你侦测到的是机器人的精神作用，不是人类的？”
宝绮思噘了噘嘴。“它太微弱了，只能知道它的确存在，无法做出任何其他判断。”
崔维兹望着宝绮思，然后望向裴洛拉特，同时以激昂的口气说：“这就改变了一切。”

Chapter 9 :Facing the Pack

35The Far Star came to rest at the bottom of a smallrise, a hill in the generally flat countryside. Almost without thought,Trevize had taken it for granted that it would be best for the ship notto be visible for miles in every direction.
He said, "The temperature outside is 24 C., the wind is about elevenkilometers per hour from the west, and it is partly cloudy. The computerdoes not know enough about the general air circulation to be able topredict the weather. However, since the humidity is some forty percent,it seems scarcely about to rain. On the whole, we seem to have chosen acomfortable latitude or season of the year, and after Comporellon that'sa pleasure.""I suppose," said Pelorat, "that as the planet continues tounterraform, the weather will become more extreme.""I'm sure of that," said Bliss.
"Be as sure as you like," said Trevize. "We have thousands of yearsof leeway. Right now, it's still a pleasant planet and will continue tobe so for our lifetimes and far beyond."He was clasping a broad belt about his waist as he spoke, and Blisssaid sharply, "What's that, Trevize?""Just my old navy training," said Trevize. "I'm not going into anunknown world unarmed.""Are you seriously intending to carry weapons?""Absolutely. Here on my right" he slapped a holster thatcontained a massive weapon with a broad muzzle "is my blaster,and here on my left" a smaller weapon with a thin muzzle thatcontained no opening "is my neuronic whip.""Two varieties of murder," said Bliss, with distaste.
"Only one. The blaster kills. The neuronic whip doesn't. It juststimulates the pain nerves, and it hurts so that you can wish you weredead, I'm told. Fortunately, I've never been at the wrong end of one.""Why are you taking them?""I told you. It's an enemy world.""Trevize, it's an empty world.""Is it? There's no technological society, it would seem, but what ifthere are post-technological primitives. They may not possess anythingworse than clubs or rocks, but those can kill, too."Bliss looked exasperated, but lowered her voice in an effort to bereasonable. "I detect no human neuronic activity, Trevize. That eliminatesprimitives of any type, post-technological or otherwise.""Then I won't have to use my weapons," said Trevize. "Still, what harmwould there be in carrying them? They'll just make me a little heavier,and since the gravitational pull at the surface is about ninety-onepercent that of Terminus, I can afford the weight. Listen,the ship may be unarmed as a ship, but it has a reasonable supply ofhand-weapons. I suggest that you two also ""No," said Bliss at once. "I will not make even a gesture in thedirection of killing or of inflicting pain, either.""It's not a question of killing, but of avoiding being killed, ifyou see what I mean.""I can protect myself in my own way.""Janov?"Pelorat hesitated. "We didn't have arms on Comporellon.""Come, Janov, Comporellon was a known quantity, a world associatedwith the Foundation. Besides we were at once taken into custody. If we hadhad weapons, they would have been taken away. Do you want a blaster?"Pelorat shook his head. "I've never been in the Navy, old chap. Iwouldn't know how to use one of those things and, in an emergency, I wouldnever think of it in time. I'd just run and and get killed.""You won't get killed, Pel," said Bliss energetically. "Gaia has youin my/our/its protection, and that posturing naval hero as well."Trevize said, "Good. I have no objection to being protected, but I amnot posturing. I am simply making assurance doubly sure, and if I neverhave to make a move toward these things, I'll be completely pleased,I promise you. Still I must have them."He patted both weapons affectionately and said, "Now let's step outon this world which may not have felt the weight of human beings uponits surface for thousands of years."36"I have a feeling," said Pelorat, "that it must berather late in the day, but the sun is high enough to make it near noon,perhaps.""I suspect," said Trevize, looking about the quiet panorama, "thatyour feeling originates out of the sun's orange tint, which gives it asunset feel. If we're still here at actual sunset and the cloud formationsare proper, we ought to experience a deeper red than we're used to. Idon't know whether you'll find it beautiful or depressing. Forthat matter it was probably even more extreme on Comporellon, but therewe were indoors virtually all the time."He turned slowly, considering the surroundings in all directions. Inaddition to the almost subliminal oddness of the light, there was thedistinctive smell of the world or this section of it. It seemeda little musty, but far from actively unpleasant.
The trees nearby were of middling height, and looked old, with gnarledbark and trunks a little off the vertical, though because of a prevailingwind or something off-color about the soil he couldn't tell. Was itthe trees that lent a somehow menacing ambience to the world or was itsomething else less material?
Bliss said, "What do you intend to do, Trevize? Surely we didn't comeall this distance to enjoy the view?"Trevize said, "Actually, perhaps that ought to be my part of it justnow. I would suggest that Janov explore this place. There are ruinsoff in that direction and he's the one who can judge the value of anyrecords he might find. I imagine he can understand writings or films inarchaic Galactic and I know quite well I wouldn't. And I suppose, Bliss,you want to go with him in order to protect him. As for me, I will stayhere as a guard on the outer rim.""A guard against what? Primitives with rocks and clubs?""Perhaps." And then the smile that had hovered about his lips fadedand he said, "Oddly enough, Bliss, I'm a little uneasy about this place. Ican't say why."Pelorat said, "Come, Bliss. I've been a home-body collector ofold tales all my life, so I've never actually put my hands on ancientdocuments. Just imagine if we could find "Trevize watched them walk away, Pelorat's voice fading as he walkedeagerly toward the ruins; Bliss swinging along at his side.
Trevize listened absently and then turned back to continue his studyof the surroundings. What could there be to rouse apprehension?
He had never actually set foot upon a world without a human population,but he had viewed many from space. Usually, they were small worlds, notlarge enough to hold either water or air, but they had been useful asmarking a meeting site during naval maneuvers (there had been no war inhis lifetime, or for a century before his birth but maneuvers went on),or as an exercise in simulated emergency repairs. Ships he had been onhad been in orbit about such worlds, or had even rested on them, but hehad never had occasion to step off the ships at those times.
Was it that he was now actually standing on an empty world? Would hehave felt the same if he had been standing on one of the many small,airless worlds he had encountered in his student days and evensince?
He shook his head. It wouldn't have bothered him. He was sure ofthat. He would have been in a space suit, as he had been innumerabletimes when he was free of his ship in space. It was a familiar situationand contact with a mere lump of rock would have produced no alterationin the familiarity. Surely!
Of course He was not wearing a space suit now.
He was standing on a habitable world, as comfortable to the feel asTerminus would be far more comfortable than Comporellon had been. Heexperienced the wind against his cheek, the warmth of the sun on his back,the rustle of vegetation in his ears. Everything was familiar, exceptthat there were no human beings on it at least, not any longer.
Was that it? Was it that that made the world seem so eerie? Was itthat it was not merely an uninhabited world, but a deserted one?
He had never been on a deserted world before; never heard of a desertedworld before; never thought a world could be deserted. Allthe worlds he had known of till now, once they had been populated byhuman beings, remained so populated forever.
He looked up toward the sky. Nothing else had deserted it. Anoccasional bird flew across his line of vision, seeming more natural,somehow, than the slate-blue sky between the orange-tinted fair-weatherclouds. (Trevize was certain that, given a few days on the planet, hewould become accustomed to the off-color so that sky and clouds wouldgrow to seem normal to him.)He heard birdsongs from the trees, and the softer noise ofinsects. Bliss had mentioned butterflies earlier and here theywere in surprising numbers and in several colorful varieties.
There were also occasional rustlings in the clumps of grass thatsurrounded the trees, but he could not quite make out what was causingthem.
Nor did the obvious presence of life in his vicinity rouse fear inhim. As Bliss had said, terraformed worlds had, from the very first,lacked dangerous animals. The fairy tales of childhood, and the heroicfantasies of his teenage years were invariably set on a legendary worldthat must have been derived from the vague myths of Earth. The hyperdramaholoscreen had been filled with monsters lions, unicorns, dragons,whales, brontosaurs, bears. There were dozens of them with names hecould not remember; some of them surely mythical, and perhaps all ofthem. There were smaller animals that bit and stung, even plants thatwere fearful to the touch but only in fiction. He had once heardthat primitive honeybees were able to sting, but certainly no red beeswere in any way harmful.
Slowly, he walked to the right, skirting the border of the hill. Thegrass was tall and rank, but sparse, growing in clumps. He made his wayamong the trees, also growing in clumps.
Then he yawned. Certainly, nothing exciting was happening, andhe wondered if he might not retreat to the ship and take a nap. No,unthinkable. Clearly, he had to stand on guard.
Perhaps he ought to do sentry duty-marching, one, two, one two,swinging about with a snap and performing complicated maneuverings witha parade electro-rod. (It was a weapon no warrior had used in threecenturies, but it was still absolutely essential at drill, for no reasonanyone could ever advance.)He grinned at the thought of it, then wondered if he ought to joinPelorat and Bliss in the ruins. Why? What good would he do?
Suppose he saw something that Pelorat had happened tooverlook? Well, time enough to make the attempt after Peloratreturned. If there was anything that might be found easily, by all meanslet Pelorat make the discovery.
Might the two be in trouble? Foolish! What possible kind oftrouble?
And if there were trouble, they would call out.
He stopped to listen. He heard nothing.
And then the irresistible thought of sentry duty recurred to himand he found himself marching, feet moving up and down with a stamp,an imaginary electro-rod coming off one shoulder, whirling, and beingheld out straight before him, exactly vertical-whirling again, end overend, and back over the other shoulder. Then, with a smart about-face,he was looking toward the ship (rather far-off now) once more.
And when he did that, he froze in reality, and not in sentrymake-believe.
He was not alone.
Until then, he had not seen any living creature other than plantgrowth, insects, and an occasional bird. He had neither seen nor heardanything approach but now an animal stood between him and theship.
Sheer surprise at the unexpected event deprived him, for a moment, ofthe ability to interpret what he saw. It was not till after a perceptibleinterval that he knew what he was looking at.
It was only a dog.
Trevize was not a dog person. He had never owned a dog and hefelt no surge of friendliness toward one when he encountered it. Hefelt no such surge this time, either. He thought, rather impatiently,that there was no world on which these creatures had not accompaniedmen. They existed in countless varieties and Trevize had long had theweary impression that each world had at least one variety characteristicof itself. Nevertheless, all varieties were constant in this: whether theywere kept for entertainment, show, or some form of useful work theywere bred to love and trust human beings.
It was a love and trust Trevize had never appreciated. He had oncelived with a woman who had had a dog. That dog, whom Trevize toleratedfor the sake of the woman, conceived a deep-seated adoration for him,followed him about, leaned against him when relaxing (all fifty poundsof him), covered him with saliva and hair at unexpected moments, andsquatted outside the door and moaned whenever he and the woman weretrying to engage in sex.
From that experience, Trevize had emerged with the firm convictionthat for some reason known only to the canine mind and its odor-analyzingability, he was a fixed object of doggish devotion.
Therefore, once the initial surprise was over, he surveyed thedog without concern. It was a large dog, lean and rangy, and with longlegs. It was staring at him with no obvious sign of adoration. Its mouthwas open in what might have been taken as a welcoming grin, but theteeth displayed were somehow large and dangerous, and Trevize decidedthat he would be more comfortable without the dog in his line of view.
It occurred to him, then, that the dog had never seen a human being,and that countless canine generations preceding had never seen one. Thedog might have been as astonished and uncertain at the sudden appearanceof a human being as Trevize had been at that of the dog. Trevize, atleast, had quickly recognized the dog for what it was, but the dog didnot have that advantage. It was still puzzled, and perhaps alarmed.
Clearly, it would not be safe to leave an animal that large, andwith such teeth, in an alarmed state. Trevize realized that it would benecessary to establish a friendship at once.
Very slowly, he approached the dog (no sudden motions, of course). Heheld out his hand, ready to allow it to be sniffed, and made soft,soothing sounds, most of which consisted of "Nice doggy" somethinghe found intensely embarrassing.
The dog, eyes fixed on Trevize, backed away a step or two, as thoughin distrust, and then its upper lip wrinkled into a snarl and from itsmouth there issued a rasping growl. Although Trevize had never seen a dogbehave so, there was no way of interpreting the action as representinganything but menace.
Trevize therefore stopped advancing and froze. His eyes caughtmotion to one side, and his head turned slowly. There were two otherdogs advancing from that direction. They looked just as deadly as thefirst.
Deadly? That adjective occurred to him only now, and its dreadfulappropriateness was unmistakable.
His heart was suddenly pounding. The way to the ship was blocked. Hecould not run aimlessly, for those long canine legs would reach him inyards. If he stood his ground and used his blaster, then while he killedone, the other two would be upon him. Off in the distance, he could seeother dogs approaching. Was there some way in which they communicated? Didthey hunt in packs?
Slowly, he shifted ground leftward, in a direction in which therewere no dogs as yet. Slowly.........
The dogs shifted ground with him. He felt certain that all that savedhim from instant attack was the fact that the dogs had never seen orsmelled anything like himself before. They had no established behaviorpattern they could follow in his case.
If he ran, of course, that would represent something familiar to thedogs. They would know what to do if something the size of Trevize showedfear and ran. They would run, too. Faster.
Trevize kept sidling toward a tree. He had the wildest desire to moveupward where the dogs could not follow. They moved with him, snarlingsoftly, coming closer. All three had their eyes fixed unwinkingly uponhim. Two more were joining them and, farther off, Trevize could seestill other dogs approaching. At some point, when he was close enough,he would have to make the dash. He could not wait too long, or run toosoon. Either might be fatal.
Now!
He probably set a personal record for acceleration and even so it wasa near thing. He felt the snap of jaws close on the heel of one foot,and for just moment he was held fast before the teeth slid off thetough ceramoid.
He was not skilled at climbing trees. He had not climbed one since hewas ten and, as he recalled, that had been a clumsy effort. In this case,though, the trunk was not quite vertical, and the bark was gnarled andoffered handholds. What was more, he was driven by necessity, and it isremarkable what one can do if the need is great enough.
Trevize found himself sitting in a crotch, perhaps ten meters aboveground. For the moment he was totally unaware that he had scraped handand that it was oozing blood. At the base of the tree, five dogs now ontheir haunches, staring upward, tongues lolling, all looking patientlyexpectant.
What now?
37Trevize was not in a position to think about thesituation in logical detail. Rather, he experienced flashes of thought inodd and distorted sequence which, if he had eventually sorted them out,would have come to this Bliss had earlier maintained that in terraforming a planet, humanbeings would establish an unbalanced economy, which they would be able tokeep from falling apart only by unending effort. For instance, no Settlershad brought with them any of the large predators. Small ones could not behelped. Insects, parasites even small hawks, shrews, and so on.
Those dramatic animals of legend and vague literaryaccounts tigers, grizzly bears, orcs, crocodiles? Who would carrythem from world to world even if there were sense to it? And where wouldthere be sense to it?
It meant that human beings were the only large predators, and it wasup to them to cull those plants and animals that, left to themselves,would smother in their own overplenty.
And if human beings somehow vanished, then other predators must taketheir place. But what predators? The most sizable predators toleratedby human beings were dogs and cats, tamed and living on human bounty.
What if no human beings remained to feed them? They must thenfind their own food for their survival and, in all truth, forthe survival of those they preyed on, whose numbers had to be kept incheck lest overpopulation do a hundred times the damage that predationswould do.
So dogs would multiply, in their variations, with the large onesattacking the large, untended herbivores; the smaller ones preying onbirds and rodents. Cats would prey by night as dogs did by day; theformer singly, the latter in packs.
And perhaps evolution would eventually produce more varieties, tofill additional environmental niches. Would some dogs eventually developsea-going characteristics to enable them to live on fish; and would somecats develop gliding abilities to hunt the clumsier birds in the air aswell as on the ground?
In flashes, all this came to Trevize while he struggled with moresystematic thought to tell him what he might do.
The number of dogs kept growing. He counted twenty-three nowsurrounding the tree and there were others approaching. How large wasthe pack? What did it matter? It was large enough already.
He withdrew his blaster from its holster, but the solid feel of thebutt in his hand did not give him the sense of security he would haveliked. When had he last inserted an energy unit into it and how manycharges could he fire? Surely not twenty-three.
What about Pelorat and Bliss? If they emerged, would the dogs turnon them? Were they safe even if they did not emerge? If the dogs sensedthe presence of two human beings inside the ruins, what could stop themfrom attacking them there? Surely there would be no doors or barriersto hold them off.
Could Bliss stop them, and even drive them away? Could she concentrateher powers through hyperspace to the desired pitch of intensity? Forhow long could she maintain them?
Should he call for help then? Would they come running if he yelled,and would the dogs flee under Bliss's glare? (Would it take a glare orwas it simply a mental action undetectable to onlookers without theability?) Or, if they appeared, would they then be torn apart underthe eyes of Trevize, who would be forced to watch, helplessly, from therelative safety of his post in the tree?
No, he would have to use his blaster. If he could kill one dog andfrighten them off for just a while, he could scramble down the tree,yell for Pelorat and Bliss, kill a second dog if they showed signs ofreturning, and all three could then hustle into the ship.
He adjusted the intensity of the microwave beam to the three-quartermark. That should be ample to kill a dog with a loud report. The reportwould serve to frighten the dogs away, and he would be conservingenergy.
He aimed carefully at a dog in the middle of the pack, one who seemed(in Trevize's own imagination, at least) to exude a greater malignancythan the rest perhaps only because he sat more quietly and,therefore, seemed more cold-bloodedly intent on his prey. The dog wasstaring directly at the weapon now, as though it scorned the worstTrevize could do.
It occurred to Trevize that he had never himself fired a blasterat a human being, or seen anyone else do it. There had been firing atwater-filled dummies of leather and plastic during training; with thewater almost instantaneously heated to the boiling point, and shreddingthe covering as it exploded.
But who, in the absence of war, would fire at a human being? Andwhat human being would withstand a blaster and force its use? Only here,on world made pathological by the disappearance of human beings With that odd ability of the brain to note something utterly besidethe point, Trevize was aware of the fact that a cloud had hidden thesun-and then he fired.
There was an odd shimmer of the atmosphere on a straight line fromthe muzzle of the blaster to the dog; a vague sparkle that might havegone unnoticed if the sun were still shining unhindered.
The dog must have felt the initial surge of heat, and made thesmallest motion as though it were about to leap. And then it exploded,as a portion its blood and cellular contents vaporized.
The explosion made a disappointingly small noise, for the dog'sintegument was simply not as tough as that of the dummies they hadpracticed on. Flesh, skin, blood, and bone were scattered, however,and Trevize felt his stomach heave.
The dogs started back, some having been bombarded with uncomfortablywarm fragments. That was only a momentary hesitation, however. Theycrowded against each other suddenly, in order to eat what had beenprovided. Trevize felt his sickness increase. He was not frighteningthem; he was feeding them. At that rate, they would never leave. In fact,the smell of fresh blood and warm meat would attract still more dogs,and perhaps other smaller predators as well.
A voice called out, "Trevize. What "Trevize looked outward. Bliss and Pelorat had emerged from theruins. Bliss had stopped short, her arms thrown out to keep Peloratback. She stared at the dogs. The situation was obvious and clear. Shehad to ask nothing.
Trevize shouted, "I tried to drive them off without involving youand Janov. Can you hold them off?""Barely," said Bliss, not shouting, so that Trevize had troublehearing her even though the dogs' snarling had quieted as though asoothing soundabsorbent blanket had been thrown over them.
Bliss said, "There are too many of them, and I am not familiar withtheir pattern of neuronic activity. We have no such savage things onGaia.""Or on Terminus. Or on any civilized world," shouted Trevize. "I'llshoot as many of them as I can and you try to handle the rest. A smallernumber will give you less trouble.""No, Trevize. Shooting them will just attract others. Staybehind me, Pel. There's no way you can protect me. Trevize, yourother weapon.""The neuronic whip?""Yes. That produces pain. Low power. Low power!""Are you afraid of hurting them?" called out Trevize in anger. "Isthis a time to consider the sacredness of life?""I'm considering Pel's. Also mine. Do as I say. Low power, and shootat one of the dogs. I can't hold them much longer."The dogs had drifted away from the tree and had surrounded Bliss andPelorat, who stood with their backs to a crumbling wall. The dogs nearestthe two made hesitant attempts to come closer still, whining a bit asthough trying to puzzle out what it was that held them off when theycould sense nothing that would do it. Some tried uselessly to scrambleup the wall and attack from behind.
Trevize's hand was trembling as he adjusted the neuronic whip to lowpower. The neuronic whip used much less energy than the blaster did,and a single power-cartridge could produce hundreds of whip-like strokesbut, come to think of it, he didn't remember when he had last chargedthis weapon, either.
It was not so important to aim the whip. Since conserving energy wasnot as critical, he could use it in a sweep across the mass of dogs. Thatwas the traditional method of controlling crowds that showed signs ofturning dangerous.
However, he followed Bliss's suggestion. He aimed at one dogand fired. The dog fell over, its legs twitching. It emitted loud,high-pitched squeals.
The other dogs backed away from the stricken beast, ears flatteningbackward against their heads. Then, squealing in their turn, they turnedand left, at first slowly, then more rapidly, and finally, at a fullrace. The dog who had been hit, scrambled painfully to its legs, andlimped away whimpering, much the last of them.
The noise vanished in the distance, and Bliss said, "We had betterget into the ship. They will come back. Or others will."Trevize thought that never before had he manipulated the ship's entrymechanism so rapidly. And it was possible he might never do so again.
38Night had fallen before Trevize felt somethingapproaching the normal. The small patch of syntho-skin on the scrape onhis hand had soothed the physical pain, but there was a scrape on hispsyche for which soothing was not so easy.
It was not the mere exposure to danger. He could react to that as wellas any ordinarily brave person might. It was the totally unlooked-fordirection from which the danger had come. It was the feeling of theridiculous. How would it look if people were to find out he had beentreed by snarling dogs ? It would scarcely be worse if hehad been put to flight by the whirring of angry canaries.
For hours, he kept listening for a new attack on the part of thedogs, for ths, sound of howls, for the scratch of claws against theouter hull.
Pelorat, by comparison, seemed quite cool. "There was no question inmy mind, old chap, that Bliss would handle it, but I must say you firedthe weapon well."Trevize shrugged. He was in no mood to discuss the matter.
Pelorat was holding his library the one compact disc on whichhis lifetime of research into myths and legends were stored andwith it he retreated into his bedroom where he kept his small reader.
He seemed quite pleased with himself. Trevize noticed that but didn'tfollow it up. Time for that later when his mind wasn't quite as takenup with dogs.
Bliss said, rather tentatively, when the two were alone, "I presumeyou were taken by surprise.""Quite," said Trevize gloomily. "Who would think that at the sightof a dog a dog  I should run for my life.""Twenty thousand years without men and it would not be quite a dog.
Those beasts must now be the dominant large predators."Trevize nodded. "I figured that out while I was sitting on thetree branch being a dominated prey. You were certainly right about anunbalanced ecology.""Unbalanced, certainly, from the human standpoint but consideringhow efficiently the dogs seem to be going about their business, I wonderif Pel may be right in his suggestion that the ecology could balanceitself, with various environmental niches being filled by evolvingvariations of the relatively few species that were once brought tothe world.""Oddly enough," said Trevize, "the same thought occurred to me.""Provided, of course, the unbalance is not so great that the processof righting itself takes too long. The planet might become completelynonviable before that."Trevize grunted.
Bliss looked at him thoughtfully, "How is it that you thought ofarming yourself?"Trevize said, "It did me little good. It was your ability ""Not entirely. I needed your weapon. At short notice, with onlyhyperspatial contact with the rest of Gaia, with so many individualminds of so unfamiliar a nature, I could have done nothing without yourneuronic whip.""My blaster was useless. I tried that.""With a blaster, Trevize, a dog merely disappears. The rest may besurprised, but not frightened.""Worse than that," said Trevize. "They ate the remnants. I was bribingthem to stay.""Yes, I see that might be the effect. The neuronic whip isdifferent. It inflicts pain, and a dog in pain emits cries of a kind thatare well understood by other dogs who, by conditioned reflex, if nothingelse, begin to feel frightened themselves. With the dogs already disposedtoward fright, I merely nudged their minds, and off they went.""Yes, but you realized the whip was the more deadly of the two inthis case. I did not.""I am accustomed to dealing with minds. You are not. That's why Iinsisted on low power and aiming at one dog. I did not want so much painthat it killed a dog and left him silent. I did not want the pain sodispersed as to cause mere whimpering. I wanted strong pain concentratedat one point.""And you got it, Bliss," said Trevize. "It worked perfectly. I oweyou considerable gratitude.""You begrudge that," said Bliss thoughtfully, "because it seems to youthat you played a ridiculous role. And yet, I repeat, I could have donenothing without your weapons. What puzzles me is how you can explainyour arming yourself in the face of my assurance that there were nohuman beings on this world, something I am still certain is a fact. Didyou foresee the dogs?""No," said Trevize. "I certainly didn't. Not consciously, at least. AndI don't habitually go armed, either. It never even occurred to me to puton weapons at Comporellon. But I can't allow myself to trip intothe trap of feeling it was magic, either. It couldn't have been. I suspectthat once we began talking about unbalanced ecologies earlier, I somehowhad an unconscious glimpse of animals grown dangerous in the absence ofhuman beings. That is clear enough in hindsight, but I might have had a whiff of it in foresight. Nothing more than that."Bliss said, "Don't dismiss it that casually. I participated in thesame conversation concerning unbalanced ecologies and I didn't havethat same foresight. It is that special trick of foresight in you thatGaia values. I can see, too, that it must be irritating to you to havea hidden foresight the nature of which you cannot detect; to act withdecision, but without clear reason.""The usual expression on Terminus is `to act on a hunch.'""On Gaia we say, `to know without thought.' You don't like knowingwithout thought, do you?""It bothers me, yes. I don't like being driven by hunches. I assumehunch has reason behind it, but not knowing the reason makes me feelI'm not in control of my own mind a kind of mild madness.""And when you decided in favor of Gaia and Galaxia, you were actingon s hunch, and now you seek the reason.""I have said so at least a dozen times.""And I have refused to accept your statement as literal truth. Forthat I am sorry. I will oppose you in this no longer. I hope, though,that I may continue to point out items in Gaia's favor.""Always," said Trevize, "if you, in turn, recognize that I may notaccept them.""Does it occur to you, then, that this Unknown World is reverting to akind of savagery, and perhaps to eventual desolation and uninhabitability,because of the removal of a single species that is capable of acting asa guiding intelligence? If the world were Gaia, or better yet, a part ofGalaxia, this could not happen. The guiding intelligence would still existin the form of the Galaxy as a whole, and ecology, whenever unbalanced,and for whatever reason, would move toward balance again.""Does that mean that dogs would no longer eat?""Of course they would eat, just as human beings do. They would however,with purpose, in order to balance the ecology under deliberate direction,and not as a result of random circumstance."Trevize said, "The loss of individual freedom might not matter to dogs,but it must matter to human beings. And what if all human beings were removed from existence, everywhere, and not merelyon one world or on several? What if Galaxia were left without humanbeings at all? Would there still be a guiding intelligence? Would allother life forms and inanimate matter be able to put together a commonintelligence adequate for the purpose?"Bliss hesitated. "Such a situation," she said, "has never beenexperienced. Nor does there seem any likelihood that it will ever beexperienced in the future."Trevize said, "Hut doesn't it seem obvious to you, that the humanmind is qualitatively different from everything else, and that if itwere absent, the sum total of all other consciousness could not replaceit. Would it not be true, then, that human beings are a special case andmust be treated as such? They should not be fused even with one another,let alone with nonhuman objects.""Yet you decided in favor of Galaxia.""For an overriding reason I cannot make out.""Perhaps that overriding reason was a glimpse of the effect ofunbalanced ecologies? Might it not have been your reasoning that everyworld in the Galaxy is on a knife-edge, with instability on either side,and that only Galaxia could prevent such disasters as are taking placeon this world to say nothing of the continuing interhuman disastersof war and administrative failure.""No. Unbalanced ecologies were not in my mind at the time of mydecision.""How can you be sure?""I may not know what it is I'm foreseeing, but if something issuggested afterward, I would recognize it if that were indeed what Iforesaw. As it seems to me I may have foreseen dangerous animalson this world.""Well," said Bliss soberly, "we might have been dead as a resultof those dangerous animals if it had not been for a combination ofour powers, your foresight and my mentalism. Come, then, let us befriends."Trevize nodded. "If you wish."There was a chill in his voice that caused Bliss's eyebrows to rise,but at this point Pelorat burst in, nodding his head as though preparedto shake it off its foundations.
"I think," he said, "we have it."39Trevize did not, in general, believe in easy victories,and yet it was only human to fall into belief against one's betterjudgment. He felt the muscles in his chest and throat tighten, but managedto say, "The location of Earth? Have you discovered that, Janov?"Pelorat stared at Trevize for a moment, and deflated. "Well, no,"he said, visibly abashed. "Not quite that. Actually, Golan, notthat aaaall. I had forgotten about that. It was something else that Idiscovered in the ruins. I suppose it's not really important."Trevize managed a long breath and said, "Never mind, Janov. Everyfinding is important. What was it you came in to say?""Well," said Pelorat, "it's just that almost nothing survived,you understand. Twenty thousand years of storm and wind don't leavemuch. What's more, plant life is gradually destructive and animallife But never mindaall that. The point is that `almost nothing'
is not the same as `nothing.'
"The ruins must have included a public building, for there was somefallen stone, or concrete, with incised lettering upon it. There washardly anything visible, you understand, old chap, but I took photographswith one of those cameras we have on board ship, the kind with built-incomputer enhancement I never got round to asking permission totake one, Golan, but it was important, and I "Trevize waved his hand in impatient dismissal. "Go on!""I could make out some of the lettering, which was very archaic. Evenwith computer enhancement and with my own fair skill at reading Archaic,it was impossible to make out much except for one short phrase. Theletters there were larger and a bit clearer than the rest. They may havebeen incised more deeply because they identified the world itself. Thephrase reads, `Planet Aurora,' so I imagine this world we rest upon isnamed Aurora, or was named Aurora.""It had to be named something," said Trevize.
"Yes, but names are very rarely chosen at random. I made a carefulsearch of my library just now and there are two old legends, from twowidely spaced worlds, as it happens, so that one can reasonably supposethem to be of independent origin, if one remembers that. But nevermind that. In both legends, Aurora is used as a name for the dawn. Wecan suppose that Aurora may have actually meant dawn insome pre-Galactic language.
"As it happens, some word for dawn or daybreak is often used as aname for space stations or other structures that are the first built oftheir kind. If this world is called Dawn in whatever language, it maybe the first of its kind, too."Trevize said, "Are you getting ready to suggest that this planet isEarth and that Aurora is an alternate name for it because it representsthe dawn of life and of man?"Pelorat said, "I couldn't go that far, Golan."Trevize said, with a trace of bitterness, "There is, after all,no radioactive surface, no giant satellite, no gas giant with hugerings.""Exactly. But Deniador, back on Comporellon, seemed to think thiswas one of the worlds that was once inhabited by the first wave ofSettlers the Spacers. If it were, then its name, Aurora, mightindicate it to have been the first of those Spacer worlds. We might,at this very moment, be resting on the oldest human world in the Galaxyexcept for Earth itself. Isn't that exciting?""Interesting, at any rate, Janov, but isn't that a great deal toinfer merely from the name, Aurora?""There's more," said Pelorat excitedly. "As far as I could checkin my records there is no world in the Galaxy today with the name of`Aurora,' and I'm sure your computer will verify that. As I said, thereare all sorts of world and other objects named `Dawn' in various ways,but no one uses the actual word `Aurora.'""Why should they? If it's a pre-Galactic word, it wouldn't be likelyto be popular.""But names do remain, even when they're meaningless. Ifthis were the first settled world, it would be famous; it might even,for a while, have been the dominant world of the Galaxy. Surely, therewould be other worlds calling themselves `New Aurora,' or `Aurora Minor,'
or something like that. And then others "Trevize broke in. "Perhaps it wasn't the first settled world. Perhapsit was never of any importance.""There's a better reason in my opinion, my dear chap.""What would that be, Janov?""If the first wave of settlements was overtaken by a second waveto which all the worlds of the Galaxy now belong as Deniadorsaid then there is very likely to have been a period of hostilitybetween the two waves. The second wave making up the worlds thatnow exist would not use the names given to any of the worlds ofthe first wave. In that way, we can infer from the fact that the name`Aurora' has never been repeated that there were two waves of Settlers,and that this is a world of the first wave."Trevize smiled. "I'm getting a glimpse of how you mythologists work,Janov. You build a beautiful superstructure, but it may be standingon air. The legends tell us that the Settlers of the first wave wereaccompanied by numerous robots, and that these were supposed to be theirundoing. Now if we could find a robot on this world, I'd be willingto accept all this first-wave supposition, but we can't expect aftertwenty thou "Pelorat, whose mouth had been working, managed to find his voice. "But,Golan, haven't I told you? No, of course, I haven't. I'm soexcited I can't put things in the right order. There was a robot."40Trevize rubbed his forehead, almost as though he werein pain. He said, "A robot? There was a robot?""Yes," said Pelorat, nodding his head emphatically.
"How do you know?""Why, it was a robot. How could I fail to know one if I see one?""Have you ever seen a robot before?""No, but it was a metal object that looked like a human being. Head,arms, legs, torso. Of course, when I say metal, it was mostly rust, andwhen I walked toward it, I suppose the vibration of my tread damaged itfurther, so that when I reached to touch it ""Why should you touch it?""Well, I suppose I couldn't quite believe my eyes. It was an automaticresponse. As soon as I touched it, it crumbled. But ""Yes?""Before it quite did, its eyes seemed to glow very faintly and itmade a sound as though it were trying to say something.""You mean it was still functioning ?""Just barely, Golan. Then it collapsed."Trevize turned to Bliss. "Do you corroborate all this, Bliss?""It was a robot, and we saw it," said Bliss.
"And was it still functioning?"Bliss said tonelessly, "As it crumbled, I caught a faint sense ofneuronic activity.""How can there have been neuronic activity? A robot doesn't have anorganic brain built of cells.""It has the computerized equivalent, I imagine," said Bliss, "and Iwould detect that.""Did you detect a robotic rather than a human mentality?"Bliss pursed her lips and said, "It was too feeble to decide anythingabout it except that it was there."Trevize looked at Bliss, then at Pelorat, and said, in a tone ofexasperation, "This changes everything."

第四部 索拉利星 第十章 机器人

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晚餐时，崔维兹似乎陷入沉思，宝绮思则将注意力集中在食物上。
只有裴洛拉特看来很想说话，他指出，如果这个世界真是奥罗拉，又如果它的确是第一个殖民世界，它就应该与地球相当接近。
“也许值得在附近星空做一次地毯式搜索，”他说：“顶多是往返几百颗恒星而已。”
崔维兹低声答道，漫无目标地寻找是下下策，即使他找到了地球的位置，也要先尽量搜集相关资料，然后才会试图接近它。他的回答仅止于此，裴洛拉特显然被泼了一盆冷水，只好渐渐闭上嘴巴。
晚餐后，崔维兹仍不主动说一句话。裴洛拉特试探性地问：“我们要留在这里吗，葛兰？”
“总得过一夜，”崔维兹说：“我需要多考虑一下。”
“这样安全吗？”
“除非附近还有比野狗更凶的东西，”崔维兹说：“否则我们在太空船中相当安全。”
裴洛拉特说：“如果附近真有比野狗更凶的东西，得花多少时间才能起飞？”
崔维兹说：“目前电脑维持发射警戒状态，我想我们能在两三分钟内起飞。而且若有任何意外事故发生，电脑缓螈刻警告我们，所以我建议大家都睡会儿。明天早上，我会决定下一步该怎么做。”
说得容易，崔维兹在黑暗中张大眼睛时，心里这么想。他现在蜷缩成一团，只脱下了外套，就这么躺在电脑室的地板上。这样实在很不舒服，但他可以肯定，此时即使是他的床也无法助他入眠。而待在这里，万一电脑发出警告讯号，他至少能立即采取行动。
他听到一阵脚步声，不假思索便坐了起来，头一下小心撞上桌缘。虽然没受伤，他还是忍不住皱着眉头伸手揉了半天。
“詹诺夫？”他含糊问道，同时眼泪夺眶而出。
“不，是宝绮思。”
崔维兹一只手伸出桌缘，与电脑稍微接触了一下，室内随即充满柔和的光芒。他立刻看到宝绮思站在面前，穿着一件淡粉红色的缠身袍。
崔维兹说：“什么事？”
“我到你的寝舱找你，你不在那儿。不过，你的神经活动我不会弄错，我就一直跟到这里，而你显然还没睡着，所以我就走进来了。”
“好吧，但你要做什么呢？”
她靠着舱壁坐下，双膝并拢，将下巴搁在膝头上。“别担心，我并非企图夺走你所剩无几的童贞。”
“我没有这种幻想。”崔维兹反唇相讥，“你怎么没睡觉？你比我们更需要睡眠。”
“相信我，”她用一种低沉而真诚的语调说：“野狗带来的这段插曲，实在令人筋疲力尽。”
“这点我相信。”
“可是我得趁裴睡觉的时候，来跟你谈一谈。”
“谈什么？”
宝绮思说：“他跟你提到机器人的时候，你说那就改变了一切，这句话是什么意思？”
崔维兹说：“你难道看不出来吗？我们总共有三组座标，代表三个禁忌世界。我打算三个都探访一番，好尽量多了解地球，然后才准备向地球进军。”
他侧身向她稍微靠去，以便将声音压得更低，伹又猛然退回。“听着，我不希望詹诺夫进来这里找我们，我不知道他心里会怎么想。”
“不大可能。他正在睡觉，我又将他的睡意加强了点。如果他睡不稳当，我会知道的——继续吧，三个世界你都打算探访，那是什么改变了呢？”
“我并未计画在任何世界浪费不必要的时间，如果这个世界，奥罗拉，已经两万年没有人类居住，就很难令人相信会有什么有价值的资料留下来。我不想花上几周甚至几个月，趴在行星表面徒劳无功地摸索，还得击退野狗、野猫、野牛，或是其他任何变得狂野危险的动物，只为了希望在尘上、铁銹、腐物中找到一片残存的参考资料。也许在另外一两个禁忌世界上，会有活生生的人类和完好如初的图书馆，所以我本来打算立刻离开这个世界。假使我那样做了，我们现在已经置身太空，正安稳地呼呼大睡。”
“可是？”
“可是如果这个世界上还有运作中的机器人，它们就可能拥有我们需要的着要资料。和人类比起来，跟它们打交道较为安全，因为我听说，它们必须服从命令，而且不能伤害人类。”
“所以现在你改变计画，准备花时间在这个世界上寻找机器人？”
“我并不想这么做，宝绮思。我总以为在缺乏维修的情况下，机器人无法维持两万年的寿命。不过，既然你们碰到了一个仍有些微活动迹象的机器人，那显然代表我以常识对机器人所做的猜测并不可靠。我不能懵懵懂懂地领导大家行动。机器人也许比我想像中更耐用，或者具有某种自我维修的能力。”
宝绮思说：“听我说，崔维兹，并且请你务必保密。”
“保密？”崔维兹相当惊讶，连音量都提高了。“对谁保密？”
“嘘！当然是对裴。听好，你不必改变你的计画，你原先的想法是对的。在这个世界上，根本没有仍在运作的机器人，我什么也没侦测到。”
“你侦测到了那个啊，有一个就等于……”
“我没有侦测到什么，它没有在运作，早就不再运作了。”
“可是你说——”
“我知道我说过什么——裴认为他看到了动作，听到了声音。裴是个浪漫主义者，他一辈子的工作就是搜集资料，可是想要在学术界扬名立万，那种做法是难上加难。他深切渴望有个属于自己的着大成就，奥罗拉这个名字确实是他发现的，你难以想像他因此有多快乐，所以他拼命想发现更多的东西。”
崔维兹说：“你是在告诉我，他太希望能有所发现，因此自以为遇到一个运作中的机器人，而事实上根本没这回事？”
“他遇到的只是一块铁銹，它拥有的意识不会比它下面那块岩石更多。”
“可是你支持他的说法。”
“我不忍心夺走他的幻象，他对我是那么着要。”
崔维兹盯着她足有一分钟之久，然后才说：“你能不能解释一下，为什么他对你那么着要？我想知道，我真很想知道。对你来说，他一定像个糟老头子，毫无浪漫气息可言；他是个孤立体，而你一向鄙视孤立体。你既年轻又漂后，盖哑一定有些部分是生龙活虎、英俊潇洒的年轻男性胴体，你要是跟他们在一起，肉体关系必定能藉着盖哑的共鸣达到欢乐的顶峰。所以说，你究竟看上詹诺夫哪一点？”
宝绮思一本正经地望着崔维兹。“你难道不爱他吗？”
崔维兹耸了耸肩，答道：“我对他很有好感，我想你可以说我爱他，以一种和性爱无关的方式。”
“你认识他没多久，崔维兹，为什么会以一种和性爱无关的方式爱他？”
崔维兹发现自己不知不觉露出微笑。“他是这么一个古怪的家伙，我真心相信在他一生之中，从来没有为自己着想过。他奉命和我同行，于是他来了，没有一点异议；他本来要我到川陀去，可是当我说要去盖哑，他也没和我争论；而现在，他又跟着我进行寻找地球的任务，虽然他一定知道非常危险。我绝对可以相信，万一他必须为我——或者为别人——牺牲自己的生命，他也会愿意的，而且不会有任何怨言。”
“你会为他牺牲性命吗，崔维兹？”
“我可能会，假如我没有时间考虑的话。若是有时间考虑，我便会犹豫，结果或许就会逃避，我没有他那么善良。就是因为这样，我才有一种强烈的冲动，想要尽力保护他，让他保有一颗善良的心。我不希望银河把他教坏了，你了解吗？而我特别要提防你，天知道你看中他哪一点，要是那点不再吸引你，你很可能会把他甩掉，我一想到这件事就难以忍受。”
“没错，我就知道你会有这种想法。你难道未曾想到，裴在我眼中和在你眼中一样——甚至我看得更透澈，因为我可以直接接触他的心灵？我表现得像是想伤害他吗？若非我不忍心伤害他，当他以为看到一个运作中的机器人时，我会支持他的幻想吗？崔维兹，你所谓的善良我相当熟悉，因为盖哑每一部分随时都愿意为整体牺牲，除此之外，我们不知道也不了解其他的行事原则。伹我们那样做没有放弃什么，因为每一部分都等于整体，不过我不指望你了解这一点。而裴却不同——”
宝绮思不再望着崔维兹，彷佛在自言自语。“他是个孤立体。他没有私心私欲，并非由于他是某个大我的一部分，他没有私心就是单纯因为他没有私心。你明白我的意思吗？他可能失去所有一切而得不到任何好处，但他就是有那种胸襟。他令我感到惭愧，我是不怕有任何损失才会如此大方，他没有希望获得任何利益，却仍能保有那样的胸襟。”
她又抬起头来望着崔维兹，神情显得极为严肃。“你知道我对他的了解，比你可能做到的深入多少吗？你认为我会以任何方式伤害他吗？”
崔维兹说：“宝绮思，今天稍早的时候，你曾经说过：‘来吧，让我们做个朋友。’我则回说：‘随你的便。’我当时的反应很勉强，因为我想到你可能会伤害詹诺夫。现在，轮到我说了，来吧，宝绮思，让我们做个朋友。你可以继续指出盖哑星系的优点，我也许仍会拒绝接受，不过即使这样，还是让我们做个朋友吧。”说完他就伸出手来。
“没问题，崔维兹。”她答道，同时两人紧紧握住了对方的手。
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崔维兹冲着自己默默一笑，那只是一种内在的笑容，因为他的嘴角没有丝毫牵动。
当初，他用电脑搜寻第一组座标标示的恒星时（并不肯定有没有），裴洛拉特与宝绮思两人都专心地旁观，并且提出许多问题。现在，他们却待在寝舱里睡大觉——至少是在休息，而将所有工作都留给崔维兹负责。
就某个角度而言，这点令他相当得意，因为崔维兹觉得他们接受了一项事实，那就是他完全知道自己在做什么，不需要任何的监督或鼓励。在这方面，崔维兹从第一站获得了足够的经验，知道应更加信赖电脑，并且感到它即使需要监督，自己也不必盯得那么紧。
另一颗恒星出现了——明后耀眼，但银河舆图中却没有纪录。与奥罗拉环绕的恒星相比，这第二颗恒星显得更明后，而它在电脑中竟然没有纪录，也就更加耐人寻味。
崔维兹不禁惊叹古代传说的奇奥之处。在人类意识中，几个世纪也许会缩成一点点，甚至全然消失无踪，许多文明可能完全遭到遗忘。伹在无数逝去的世纪、那么多的文明之中，仍会有一两件事项完好地流传下来，例如那几组座标便是。
不久之前，他对裴洛拉特提到这点。裴洛拉特立刻告诉他，这正是研究神话传说如此迷人的原因。“诀窍在于，”裴洛拉特说：“找出或判定传说中哪些成分代表史实与真相。这件事并不容易，不同的神话学家很可能会选取不同的成分，通常取决于何者刚好符合他们自己的诠释。”
无论如何，丹尼亚多提供的座标之一，经过时间修正后，正好就是如今这颗恒星的位置。现在，崔维兹愿意下更大的赌注，赌第三颗恒星同样位于座标点上。若真如此，他愿意更进一步，考虑禁忌世界共有五十个的传说也是正确的（虽然那是个可疑的整数），而且，还会开始研究其他四十七个世界的位置。
接着，他发现了一个可住人的世界——禁忌世界——围绕着这颗恒星。这回，它的出现没有在崔维兹心中激起一丝涟漪，他本来就绝对肯定它会在那里。他立刻驾驶远星号进入它的低速轨道。
云层还算稀疏，从太空中能将地表看得相当清楚。跟几乎所有的可住人世界一样，这也是个多水的世界，包括一个无间断的热带海洋，以及两个完整的极地冰洋。在一侧的中纬度地带，有一块长条状的陆地，弯弯曲曲地环绕着整个世界，陆地两侧有一些海湾，造成了几个狭窄的地峡。在另一个半球的中纬度地带，陆地分裂成三大部分，每部分的南北宽度都比另一半球的陆地更宽。
崔维兹遗憾自己对气候学所知不多，否则根据见到的景象，就能推测出大致的温度与季节。一时间，他起了一个顽皮的念头，想要让电脑解决这个问题，不过此时气候根本无关紧要。
包着要的一件事，是电脑又没侦测到科技导致的辐射。他透过望远镜看下去，发现这颗行星并不显得老旧，也没有荒芜的迹象。不断后退的地表都是色调不一的绿地，下过日面没有都会区的迹象，夜面则见不到任何灯光。
这会不会是另一颗充满各种生命，唯独欠缺人类的行星？
于是，他敲了敲另一间寝舱的门。
“宝绮思？”他轻声喊道，接着又敲了一下。
房间里传来一阵沙沙声，以及宝绮思的声音：“什么事？”
“你能不能出来一下？我需要你帮忙。”
“请等一会儿，我现在这个样子不方便见人。”
当她终于现身的时候，模样看来绝不比过去任何一次逊色。可是崔维兹却感到一阵恼怒，因为他根本没必要等这一会儿，她看起来什么样子，对他而言毫无差别。不过他们现在既然已经是朋友，他只好将恼怒的情绪压抑下来。
她面带微笑，以十分愉快的语调说：“我能帮你做什么，崔维兹？”
崔维兹向显像屏幕挥了挥手。“你可以看到，从我们正在通过的地表看来，这个世界百分之百健康，陆地上布满了相当厚实的植群。不过，黑夜地区没有灯光，也没有任何科技性辐射。请仔细倾听，然后告诉我是否有任何动物生命。在某个地点，我想我好像看到一群吃草的动物，但我不敢肯定。或许是我拼命想要看到什么，因而产生一种幻觉。”
于是宝绮思开始“倾听”，至少，她脸上现出了一种特殊的专注神情。“喔，没错——动物生命很丰富。”
“哺乳动物吗？”
“一定是。”
“人类吗？”
现在她似乎更加集中注意力，整整一分钟过去了，然后又过了一分钟，她才终于松弛下来。“我无法分辨得很清楚，每隔一阵子，我似乎就侦测到一丝飘忽的智慧，强度足以代表人类。但它实在太微弱，而且忽隐忽现，或许因为我也拼命想要感测什么，因而产生一种幻觉。你知道……”
她突然陷入沉思，崔维兹催促她道：“怎么样？”
她又说：“事实上，我好像侦测到了别的东西。那并非我熟悉的任何事物，但我不相信它会是别的……”
她开始更聚精会神地“倾听”，整张脸再度绷紧。
“怎么样？”崔维兹又问。
她松了一口气。“除了机器人，我想不出有其他的可能。”
“机器人！”
“是的，而我若能侦测到它们，当然应该也能侦测到人类，可是没有。”
“机器人！”崔维兹皱着眉头着复了一遍。
“是的，”宝绮思说：“而且我还能断定，数量相当庞大。”
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裴洛拉特听到后，也应了声“机器人！”声调跟崔维兹刚刚几乎一模一样。然后他淡淡一笑，又说：“你对了，葛兰，我不该怀疑你。”
“我不记得你何时怀疑过我，詹诺夫。”
“喔，老友，当时我认为不该表现出来。我只是在想，在我心里头想，离开奥罗拉是个错误，因为在那里，我们有机会遇见一些存活的机器人。可是显然你早就知道，这里有更多的机器人。”
“根本不是这样，詹诺夫，我当初并不知道，我只是想碰碰运气。宝绮思告诉我，根据这些机器人的精神场判断，它们似乎处于正常运作状态，而我觉得若是没有人类照顾和维修，它们不可能处于良好的运作状态。然而，她无法侦察到任何人类的迹象，所以我们仍在继续寻找。”
裴洛拉特若有所思地检视着显像屏幕。“似乎都是森林，对不对？”
“大部分都是森林，不过有几块地区显然是草原。问题是我看不到城市，黑夜地区也不见任何灯光，而且除了热辐射，一直没有其他辐射出现。”
“所以根本没有人类？”
“我很怀疑。宝绮思正在厨舱内设法集中精神。我为这颗行星定出一条本初子午线，也就是说电脑为这颗行星画出了经纬度。宝绮思正握着一个小装置，当她遇到机器人精神活动似乎特别密集的地区——我想对机器人不能用‘神经活动’——或者任何人类思想的微弱讯息，她就会按一下钮。那个装置连到电脑上，电脑可根据经纬度定出位置，然后我们就让它从那些地点中，选取一个适宜的着陆之处。”
裴洛拉特显得有些不安。“让电脑做选择，这是明智的做法吗？”
“有何不可，詹诺夫？它是一台功能很强的电脑。此外，在你自己无从决定的时候，考虑一下电脑的选择，会有什么害处呢？”
袭洛拉特又快活起来。“这话有点道理，葛兰。有些最古老的传说，就捉到了古人将立方体丢到地上来决定事情。”
“哦？那是怎么做的？”
“立方体每一面都刻有不同的决定：做、不做、或许能做、延后等等。立方体落地后，恰巧朝上的一面所刻的宇，就被视为应当遵循的决定。有时他们也用另一种方式，让一个小球在具有许多凹槽的圆板上旋转。每个槽内都写有不同的决定。小球最后停在哪个槽中，就要遵循那个槽内所写的决定。有些神话学家则认为，这类活动其实是种机率游戏，并非用来决定命运，但是在我看来，两者几乎是同一回事。”
“就某方面而言，”崔维兹说：“我们这样选择着陆地点，就是在玩一种机率游戏。”
宝绮思从厨舱中走了出来，刚好听到最后一句话。她说：“不是机率游戏。我按了几次‘可能’，还有一次绝对的‘确定’，我们要去的就是那个确定地点。”
“为什么会是确定呢？”崔维兹问。
“我捕捉到一丝人类的思想，非常肯定，绝对错不了。”
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此地刚才一定下过雨，因为草地很湿。天上的乌云迅速掠过，显出即将放晴的迹象。
远星号轻轻着陆在一个小树丛旁（为了预防野狗，崔维兹半开玩笑地想），四周看来像是一片牧地。刚才在视野较佳、较宽广的高空，崔维兹好像看到一些果园与田地；而现在，眼前则出现了许多如假包换的草食动物。
不过，附近没有任何建筑物，也没有任何物件是人工的。只有果园中排列整齐的果树，以及将田地画分得整整齐齐的界线，看来像微波发电站一般人工化。
然而这种秤谌的人工化，是不是机器人完成的？没有任何人类参与吗？
崔维兹默默地系上承装武器的皮套，这一次，他确定两种武器都在待发状态，而且都充足了电。突然之间，他接触到宝绮思的目光，随即停止了动作。
她说：“请继续，我认为你绝不会用到，但我上次也这样认为，对不对？”
崔维兹说：“你要不要带武器，詹诺夫？”
裴洛拉特打了一个寒颤。“不，谢了。夹在你和宝绮思之间，你的有形防卫力量加上她的精神防卫力量，使我觉得根本没有危险。我知道躲在你们的庇护下很孬种，不过想到自己不需要使用武力，我感激都还来不及，也就不觉得羞愧了。”
崔维兹说：“我可以了解，但千万别单独行动。如果宝绮思和我分开，你得跟着我们其中一个，不可以由于好奇心作祟，自己跑到别的地方去。”
“你不必担心，崔维兹，”宝绮思说：“我会好好留意。”
崔维兹第一个走出太空艇。外面正吹着轻快的风，雨后的气温带着些微凉意，崔维兹却感到十分宜人。雨前的空气可能又湿又热，一定令人很不舒眼。
他吸了几口气，觉得十分讶异，这个行星的气味很不错。他明白每个行星都具有独特的味道，那些味道总是很陌生，而且通常都不好闻——也许只是因为陌生的关系。陌生的气味就不能令人感到愉快吗？或是他们刚好赶对了季节，又正巧下过一场雨？不论原因为何……
“出来吧，”他叫道：“外面相当舒适。”
裴洛拉特走出来，然后说：“嗯，舒适这个形容诃再恰当不过。你认为这里常年都有这种气味吗？”
“那没什么差别，不到一个小时，我们就会习惯这种香气。鼻中的感受器饱和之后，就什么也闻不到了。”
“真可惜。”裴洛拉特说。
“草地是湿的。”宝绮思似乎有点不以为然。
“这有什么不对？毕竟，盖哑上也会下雨啊！”崔维兹说。此时，一道黄色阳光突然自云缝洒下，阳光想必会越来越强。
“没错，”宝绮思说：“但我们知道何时会下雨，我们有心理准备。”
“太糟了，”崔维兹说：“你们丧失了许多意外的惊奇。”
宝绮思答道：“你说得对，我会尽量不再那么褊狭。”
裴洛拉特向四周望了望，失望地说：“附近似乎什么都没有。”
“只是似乎而已，”宝绮思说：“它们正从小丘的另一侧走来。”然后她望向崔维兹，“你认为我们该迎上去吗？”
崔维兹摇了摇头。“不，我们为了跟它们见面，已经飞越许多秒差距，剩下的路程让它们走完，我们就在这里等着。”
只有宝绮思能感知那组机器人的动向。在她所指方向的小丘顶上突然冒出一个人形，然后是第二个、第三个。
“我相信目前只有这几个。”宝绮思说。
崔维兹好奇地凝视着，虽然他从未见过机器人，却丝毫不怀疑它们的身份。它们拥有粗略的人形，像是印象派的雕塑，不过外表看来并非明显的金属材质。这些机器人表面毫无光泽，给人一种柔软的错觉，彷佛包覆了一层丝绒。
但他怎么知道柔软只是错觉？看着这些以迟钝的步伐慢慢接近的人形，崔维兹突然起了摸摸它们的冲动。假如此地果真是个禁忌世界，从来没有船舰接近过——这一定是事实，因为它的太阳不在银河舆图中——那么远星号与其上的成员，就是这些机器人经验以外的事物。可是它们的反应相当笃定，彷佛正在进行例行公事一般。
崔维兹低声说：“我们在这里，也许能得到银河其他各处得不到的情报。我们可以问它们地球相对这个世界的位置，假如它们知道，就会告诉我们。谁晓得这些东西运作多久、寿命多长了？它们也许会根据自身的记忆回答，想想看，这有多难得。”
“反之，”宝绮思说：“它们也许最近才出厂，因此一无所知。”
“或者也有可能，”裴洛拉特说：“它们虽然知道，却拒绝告诉我们。”
崔维兹说：“我猜想它们不能拒绝，除非它们奉命不准告诉我们。可是在这个行星上，绝不可能有人料到我们要来，谁又会下这种命令呢？”
到了距离他们约三公尺的地方，三个机器人停下来。它们没说什么，也没有进一步的行动。
崔维兹右手按在手铳上，目不转晴地紧盯着机器人，一面对宝绮思说：“你能下能判断它们是否怀有敌意？”
“你应该考虑到一件事实，我对它们的精神运作一点也不熟悉，崔维兹，但我未侦测到类似敌意的情绪。”
崔维兹的右手离开了铳柄，不过仍摆在附近。他举起左手，掌心朝向机器人，希望它们能认出这是代表和平的手势。他缓缓说道：“我向你们致意，我们以朋友的身分造访这个世界。”
中间那个机器人迅速低下头来，像是很勉强地鞠了一躬。在一个乐观者的眼中，或许也会把它视为代表和平的动作，接着它便开始答话。
崔维兹突然拉长了脸，显得极为惊讶。在各个世界沟通无碍的银河中，不会有人想到这么基本的需要也可能出问题。然而，这个机器人说的不是银河标准语，也并非任何相近的语言。事实上，崔维兹连一个字也听不懂。
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裴洛拉特的讶异秤谌与崔维兹不相上下，伹他显然还带着一分惊喜。
“听来是不是很奇怪？”他说。
崔维兹转头望向他，相当不客气地说：“不是奇怪，根本就是叽哩呱啦。”
裴洛拉特说：“绝不是叽哩呱啦，这也是银河标准语，只不过非常古老。我能听懂几个字，如果写出来的话，我也许可以轻易看懂，真正难解的是发音。”
“那么，它说些什么？”
“我想它在告诉你，它不了解你说什么。”
宝绮思说：“我无法意会它说的话，但我感知到的是迷惑的情绪，这点刚好吻合。前提是，如果我能信任自己对机器人情绪的分析——或者说，如果真有机器人情绪这回事。”
裴洛拉特说了一些话，他说得非常慢，并且显得有些困难。三个机器人动作一致地迅速点了点头。
“那是什么意思？”崔维兹问。
裴洛拉特说：“我说我讲得不好，不过我愿意尝试，请它们多给我一点时间。天哪，老弟，这真是有趣得吓人。”
“真是失望得吓人。”崔维兹喃喃说道。
“你可知道，”裴洛拉特说：“银河中每一颗住人行星，都会发展出风格特殊的语文，所以银河中总共有干万种方言，有时相互间几乎无法沟通，但它们都统一在银河标准语之下。假定这个世界已经孤立了两万年，它的语言可能会和银河其他各处越离越远，逐渐演变成一种完全不同的语言。但事实并非如此，也许因为这是个仰赖机器人的社会，而机器人听得懂的语言，就是设定它们的程式所用的语言。多年以来，这个世界没有着新设定机器人的程式，反过来说，他们中止了语言的演化，我们现在听到的，只是一种非常古老的银河标准语。”
“这是个很好的例子，”崔维兹道：“说明机器人化社会如何被迫停滞不前，进而开始退化。”
“可是，我亲爱的夥伴，”裴洛拉特抗议道：“使一种语言几乎保持不变，并不一定是退化的徵候。这样做其实有不少优点，可让历史文件在数世纪、数千年后仍然保存原有的意义，历史纪录的寿命与权威性会相对增加。在银河其他各处，哈里·谢顿时代的敕令所用的语文，现在已经显得颇有古风了。”
“你懂这种古银河语吗？”
“谈不上懂，葛兰。只是在研究古代神话传说的过程中，我领略到一点窍门。字汇并非全然不同，但是字形变化却不一样，而且有些惯用语我们早已不再使用。此外，正如我刚才所说，现在发音已经完全变了。我可以充当翻译，可是无法做得很好。”
崔维兹心虚地吁了一口气。“即使只有一点点好运，也是聊胜于无。继续吧，詹诺夫。”
裴洛拉特转向机器人，愣了一会儿，又转过头来望着崔维兹。“我该说些什么呢？”
“我们单刀直入，问它们地球在哪里。”
裴洛拉特一个字一个字慢慢说，同时夸张地比画着手势。
那些机器人互相望了望，发出一些声音来，然后中间那个对裴洛拉特说了几句话。裴洛拉特一面回答，一面将双手向两侧伸展，像是在拉扯一条橡皮筋。那个机器人再度回答，它像裴洛拉特一样谨慎，将每个字都说得又慢又清楚。
裴洛拉特对崔维兹说：“我不确定有没有把‘地球’的意思表达清楚，我猜它们认为我是指这颗行星的某个地区，它们说不知道有这样一个地区。”
“它们有没有提到这颗行星的名字，詹诺夫？”
“它们提到的名字，我能做的最接近猜测是‘索拉利’。”
“你在搜集到的传说中听说过吗？”
“没有，就和我从未听过奥罗拉一样。”
“好，问问它们在天上——在群星之间，有没有任何地方叫作地球，你向上指一指。”
经过一番交谈之后，裴洛拉特终于转过身来说：“我能从它们口中套出来的，葛兰，就是天上没有任何的地方。”
宝绮思说：“间问那些机器人它们有多大年纪，或者应该说，它们已经运作多久了。”
“我不知道‘运作’该怎么说。”裴洛拉特摇了摇头，“事实上，我也不确定会不会说‘多大年纪’，我不是个很好的翻译。”
“尽力而为吧，亲爱的裴。”宝绮思说。
又经过几番交谈后，裴洛拉特说：“它们已经运作了二十六年。”
“二十六年，”崔维兹不以为然地喃喃说道：“这些机器人比你大不了多少，宝绮思。”
宝绮思突然以高傲的语气说：“事实上……”
“我知道，你是盖娅，已经好几千岁了。不管怎样，这些机器人本身经验中没有地球，而且在它们的记忆库中，显然没有任何和它们的运作无关的资料，所以它们才会对天文学一无所知。”
裴洛拉特说：“在这颗行星的其他地方，或许还有最早期的机器人。”
“我很怀疑，”崔维兹说：“不过还是问问它们，詹诺夫，如果你想得出该怎么说的话。”
这次的问答是段相当长的对话，最后裴洛拉特终于打住，他的脸涨得通红，带着一副明显受挫的神情。
“葛兰，”他说：“他们想表达的我有一部分听不懂，但是根据我的猜测，较老的机器人都被用来当作劳工，所以什么事也不知道。假使这个机器人是真人，我会说它提到那些较老的机器人时，用的是轻蔑的口气。这三个是管家机器人，它们这么说，而且在被其他机器人取代之前，它们是不会变老的。它们才是真正有知识的一群——这是它们的话，不是我说的。”
“它们知道得也不多，”崔维兹忿忿地说：“至少不知道我们想知道的事。”
“我现在后悔了，”裴洛拉特说：“我们不该这么匆忙地离开奥罗拉。我们若能在那里发现一个存活的机器人，它本身记忆中就会含有地球的资料。而我们一定会发现的，因为我遇见的第一个就一息尚存。”
“只要它们的记忆完奸无缺，詹诺夫，”崔维兹说：“我们随时可以回到那里。若是我们必须回去，不论有没有野狗群，我们都一定会那么做。可是假如这些机器人只有二十几岁，它们的制造者必定就在附近，而那些制造者必定是人类，我这么想。”他又转向宝绮思，“你确定感测到……”
宝绮思却举起一只手制止他再说下去，她的脸上现出紧张而专注的表情。“来了——”她低声说。
崔维兹转头朝小丘望去。从小丘背后出现、大步向他们走来的，是个货真价实的人类身形。他肤色苍白，头发很长但颜色不深，头部两侧的部分微微往外翘。他的面容严肃，不过看来相当年轻，裸露在外的手臂与腿部没有什么肌肉。
三个机器人让出一条路给他，他一直走到它们之间，才停下脚步。
他以清晰而愉悦的声音开始说话，他的用词虽然古老，仍然算是银河标准语，而且不难听懂。
“欢迎，太空来的浪者。”他说：“你们跟我的机器人做什么？”
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崔维兹未露出欣喜之色，他问了句有点多余的话：“你会说银河标准语？”
那索拉利人带着冷笑说：“有何不可？我又不是哑巴。”
“可是这些呢？”崔维兹朝机器人指了指。
“这些是机器人，它们跟我一样，使用我们的语言。不过我是索拉利人，我常收听远方世界的超空间通讯，因此学缓笏你们说话的方式，我的先人也一样。先人留下了描述这种语言的资料，可是我不断听到新的字汇和语法，每年都有些变化。你们银河殖民者虽然能定居各个世界，却似乎无法将语文褂讪下来。我能了解你们的语言，为何使你感到惊讶？”
“我不应该有这样的反应，”崔维兹说：“我向你道歉。只是刚才跟这些机器人几乎说不通，我没想到在这个世界上还能听到银河标准语。”
崔维兹开始打量这个索拉利人。他穿着一件轻薄的白袍，袍子松垮地披在肩上，双臂处有宽阔的开口。白袍的正面敞开，露出赤裸的胸膛与下方的束腰。他双脚踩着一双轻便的凉鞋，除此之外没有其他装束。
崔维兹突然想到，自己居然看不出这个索拉利人是男是女。此人的胸部无疑属于男性，可是胸膛没有胸毛，薄薄的柬腰下也没有任何隆起。
他转过头来，低声对宝绮思说：“这个可能还是机器人，不过看起来非常像真人……”
“这是个人类的心灵，并非属于机器人的。”宝绮思答道，她的嘴唇几乎没有动。
那索拉利人说：“但你尚未回答我原先的问题，我原谅你的疏失，将它诿诸你的惊讶。现在我再问一遍，你绝不能再不回答，你们跟我的机器人做什么？”
崔维兹说：“我们是旅人，想要打听如何前往我们的目的地。我们请求你的机器人提供有用的资料，可是它们缺乏这方面的知识。”
“你们在寻找什么资料？也许我可以帮你们。”
“我们在寻找地球的位置，你能不能告诉我们？”
那索拉利人扬起眉毛。“我本来还以为，你们最好奇的应该是我。虽然你们没有要求，我还是会提供这方面的资料。我是萨腾·班德，你们如今站在班德属地上，向四面八方望去，极目所见都是我的属地，它还一直延伸到你们目力所不及的远方。我不能说欢迎你们，因为你们来到这里，等于违反了一项承诺。数千年来，你们是第一批踏上索拉利的银河殖民者。结果，你们来到此地的目的，只是为了询问前往另一个世界的捷径。在古老的时代，诸位银河殖民者，你们和你们的太空船一出现就会被摧毁。”
“以这种方式对待并无恶意、又没带来任何危害的客人，实在太野蛮了。”崔维兹小心翼翼地说。
“我同意，不过当一个扩张性社会的成员，来到一个不具侵略性，而且维持静止状态的社会，就算只有初步的接触，也充满潜在的危害。当我们畏惧这种危害时，只要外人一到这里，我们便立即将他们摧毁。既然我们不再有畏惧的理由，你看得出来，我们现在愿意谈一谈。”
崔维兹说：“谢谢你毫无保留地提供这些讯息，但你尚未回答我原先的问题。我再着复一遍，你能不能告诉我们地球的位置？”
“所谓的地球，我想你是指人类以及各种各样动植物——”他一只手优雅地挥动，仿佛指着环绕他们周围的万物。“——的发源地吧。”
“没错，我正是这个意思，先生。”
一个古怪的厌恶神情，突然掠过那索拉利人的脸孔。他说：“如果你必须使用某种称谓，请直接称呼我班德。别用含有任何性别的字眼称呼我，我既非男性亦非女性，我是全性。”
崔维兹点了点头（他猜对了）。“就依你的意思，班德。那么，我们大家的发源地，地球，究竟在哪里？”
班德说：“我不知道，也不想知道。就算我知道，或者假使我找得出来，对你们也没有好处，因为地球已经不能算是一个世界——啊，”他双臂伸展开来，“阳光的感觉真好，我不常到地面上来，太阳若不露脸的话，我是绝不会上来的。刚才太阳还藏在云里的时候，我先派机器人迎接你们，等到云层飘走，我自己才跟了出来。”
“为什么地球已经不能算是一个世界？”崔维兹锲而不舍地追问。他已经有心理准备，打算再听一次有关放射性的传说。
不过班德却不理会这个问题，或者没把它当回事。“说来话长，”他道：“你刚才告诉我，你们到此地来没有任何恶意。”
“完全正确。”
“那么你为何武装前来？”
“只不过是防患未然，我不知道会遭遇到什么。”
“没关系，你的小小武器对我毫无威胁，我不过是感到好奇。有关你们的武器，以及似乎全然依赖武器建立的奇特野蛮历史，我当然早就耳熟能详。即便如此，我从未真正见过任何武器，我可以看看吗？”
崔维兹往后退了一步。“我想恐怕下行，班德。”
班德似乎被逗乐了。“我问你只是出于礼貌，其实我根本不必问。”
它伸出一只手来，崔维兹右侧的手铳立时跳出皮套；而他左侧皮套中的神经鞭也同时向上窜起。崔维兹想抓住那两件武器，却感到双臂无法动弹，就像被强固的弹性绳索缚住一样。裴洛拉特与宝绮思也都企图向前冲，可是显然两人同样被制住了。
班德说：“不要白费力气，你们办不到。”两件武器飞到它的手中，它翻来覆去仔细检视了一番。
“这一件，”它指着手铳说：“似乎是能产生高热的微波束发射器，能使任何含有水分的物体爆炸。另一件比较微妙，我必须承认，乍看之下我看下出它的用途。然而，既然你们并无恶意，又不准备危害这个世界，你们就根本不需要武器。我能将武器中的能量释放出来，而我正在这么做。这样它们就不再具有杀伤力，除非你拿来当棍棒使用，不过充作那种用途，它们未免太不称手了。”
那索拉利人将武器松开，两件武器再度腾空而起，向崔维兹飞去，各自不偏不倚落人皮套中。
崔维兹一感到束缚消失，立刻拔出手铳，不过此举完全多余。扳机松垮垮地下垂，能量显然全被抽光，神经鞭的情形也一样。
他抬头望向班德，班德微笑着说：“你完全束手无策，外星人士。只要我高兴，可以同样轻而易举摧毁你的太空船，当然，还有你。”