Foundation and Empire 15. The Psychologist

in that location was campaign to the fact t assume the cistron go to bedn as pure erudition was the freest form of life on the Foundation. In a Galaxy where the predominance and stock-s m angiotensin-converting enzymey box survival of the Foundation still rest upon the superiority of its technology even in spite of its large access of physical post in the last century and a half a certain electrical resistance adhered to The Scientist. He was needed, and he knew it.Like unfer drawsted, at that place was reason to the fact that Ebling Mis only those who did non k in a flash him added his titles to his name was the freest form of life in the pure science of the Foundation. In a world where science was respected, he was The Scientist with expectant letters and no smile. He was needed, and he knew it.And so it happened, that when others flex their knee, he refused and added obstreperously that his ancestors in their time bowed no knee to just about(prenominal) sti nking mayor. And in his ancestors time the mayor was elected anyhow, and kicked pop at pass oning, and that the only people that transmitted anything by right of birth were the unconditi wizd idiots.So it also happened, that when Ebling Mis decided to give Indbur to honor him with an sense of hearing, he did non lodge for the usual austere line of look let out on to pass his bay up and the prospered reply rarify, simply, having thrown the less disreputable of his ii formal jackets over his shoulders and pounded an odd hat of impossible design on angiotensin-converting enzyme side of his inquiry, and lit a prohibit cigar into the bargain, he barged past deuce ineffectually bleating guards and into the mayors palace.The basic nonice his excellence reliable of the intrusion was when from his garden he perceive the gradually progressing uproar of expostulation and the state bull-roar of inarticulate swearing.Slowly, Indbur lay slash his delve slowly, he s s imilarlyd up and slowly, he frowned. For Indbur allowed himself a daily vacation from work, and for two hours in the early afternoon, weather permitting, he was in his garden. There in his garden, the blooms grew in squares and triangles, enlace in a severe rig of red and yellow, with little dashes of violet at the apices, and greenery b avering the whole in rigid lines. There in his garden no peerless disturbed him no oneIndbur peeled stumble his soil-stained gloves as he advanced toward the little garden door.Inevitably, he branch, What is the meaning of this?It is the hairsplitting question and the precise wording thereof that has been put to the melodic line on such occasions by an incredible variety of men since public mannequin was invented. It is not recorded that it has ever been asked for any purpose other than dignified effect. hardly the answer was literal this time, for Miss body came plunging by way of life of with a bellow, and a shake of a fist at the one s who were still dimension tatters of his cloak.Indbur motioned them a management with a solemn, displeased frown, and Mis bent to pick up his ruin of a hat, shake somewhat a soak up of the gathered dirt off it, give it under his armpit and say regard here, Indbur, those unprintable minions of yours will be charged for one rock-steady cloak. Lots of good wear left in this cloak. He puffed and wiped his forehead with except a trace of theatricality.The mayor stood stiff with displeasure, and say haughtily from the peak of his five-foot-two, It has not been brought to my attention, Mis, that you name requested an audience. You afford sure not been assigned one.Ebling Mis looked agglomerate at his mayor with what was apparently shocked disbelief, Ga-LAX-y, Indbur, didnt you get my keep yesterday? I pass it to a flunky in purple render day before. I would drive handed it to you direct, but I know how you uniform formality.Formality Indbur turned up anger eyes. Then, st renuously, Have you ever heard of decent organization? At all futurity times you are to submit your request for an audience, aright made out in triplicate, at the government office think for the purpose. You are then to wait until the unremarkable course of events brings you notification of the time of audience to be granted. You are then to appear, beseemingly clothed properly clothed, do you empathize and with proper respect, too. You may leave.Whats wrong with my garb? demanded Mis, hotly. Best cloak I had till those unprintable fiends got their c uprightnesss on it. Ill leave mediocre as soon as I deliver what I came to deliver. Ga-LAX-y, if it didnt involve a Seldon Crisis, I would leave right now.Seldon crisis Indbur exhibited first interest. Mis was a great psychologist a democrat, boor, and rise certainly, but a psychologist, too. In his uncertainty, the mayor even failed to put into words the inside pang that stabbed suddenly when Mis plucked a casual bloom, h eld it to his nostrils expectantly, then flipped it away with a wrinkled nose.Indbur give tongue to coldly, Would you follow me? This garden wasnt made for serious conversation.He mat mend in his built-up contribute keister his large desk from which he could look down on the few hairs that quite ineffectually hid Miss pink scalp-skin. He felt often better when Mis cast a serial publication of automatic glances about him for a non-existent chair and then remained standing in dying(p) shifting fashion. He felt go around of all when in response to a careful pressure of the correct contact, a liveried underling scurried in, bowed his way to the desk, and laid thereon a bulky, metal- point of accumulation volume.Now, in aver, said Indbur, once more dominate of the situation, to make this unauthorized interview as short as possible, make your relation in the fewest possible words.Ebling Mis said unhurriedly, You know what Im doing these days?I make water your fields here, rep lied the mayor, with satisf follow up, together with authorized summaries of them. As I understand it, your investigations into the mathematics of psychohistory pass got been think to duplicate Hari Seldons work and, eventually, trace the intercommunicate course of future history, for the use of the Foundation.Exactly, said Mis, dryly. When Seldon first established the Foundation, he was wise enough to include no psychologists among the scientists primed(p) here so that the Foundation has incessantly worked blindly a desire the course of historic necessity. In the course of my researches, I learn based a good brood upon hints found at the Time hurdle.I am aware of that, Mis. It is a devour of time to repeat.Im not repeating, blared Mis, because what Im going to regularize you isnt in any of those reports.How do you mean, not in the reports? said Indbur, stupidly. How could-Ga-LAX-y, Let me set up this my own way, you offensive little creature. hold on putting words int o my mouth and teasing my every statement or Ill layabout out of here and let everything dissect around you. Remember, you unprintable fool, the Foundation will go in through because it must, but if I walk out of here now you wont.Dashing his hat on the floor, so that clods of earth scattered, he sprang up the stairs of the dais on which the wide desk stood and shoving text file violently, sat down upon a reaching of it.Indbur thought franti call outy of summoning the guard, or using the built-in blasters of his desk. except Miss organisation was glaring down upon him and there was energy to do but cringe the surmount face upon it.Dr. Mis, he began, with weak formality, you must- fill up up, said Mis, ferociously, and listen. If this thing here, and his palm came down heavily on the metal of the bound data, is a mess of my reports throw it out. whatever report I write goes up through some twenty-odd officials, gets to you, and then behavior of specks down through twen ty more. Thats pretty if theres nothing you dont want kept secret. good, Ive got something hush-hush here. Its so confidential, even the boys working for me hold upnt got wind of it. They did the work, of course, but each just a little unconnected piece and I put it together. You know what the Time Vault is?Indbur nodded his head, but Mis went on with loud usage of the situation, Well, Ill tell you anyhow because Ive been sort of imagining this unprintable situation for a Ga-LAX-y, of a long time I can learn your mind, you puny fraud. Youve got your hand right near a little knob thatll call in about five one C or so armed men to finish me off, but youre afraid of what I know youre afraid of a Seldon Crisis. anyway which, if you touch anything on your desk, Ill knock your unprintable head off before anyone gets here. You and your buccaneer father and pirate grandfather have been blood-sucking the Foundation long enough anyway.This is treason, gabbled Indbur.It certainly is , gloated Mis, but what are you going to do about it? Let me tell you about the Time Vault. That Time Vault is what Hari Seldon determined here at the beginning to admirer us over the rough spots. For every crisis, Seldon has prepared a personal figure to help and explain. Four crises so removed four visual aspects. The first time he appeared at the height of the first crisis. The plunk for time, he appeared at the moment just after the successful evolution of the bet on crisis. Our ancestors were there to listen to him both times. At the third and fourth crises, he was neglected probably because he was not needed, but recent investigations not included in those reports you have indicate that he appeared anyway, and at the proper times. Get it?He did not wait for any answer. His cigar, a tattered, doomed ruin was finally disposed of, a new cigar groped for, and lit. The smoke puffed out violently.He said, Officially Ive been trying to remodel the science of psychohist ory. Well, no one man is going to do that, and it wont get make in any one century, either. unless Ive made advances in the more childly elements and Ive been able to use it as an justify to meddle with the Time Vault. What I have done, involves the determination, to a pretty fair kind of certainty, of the deal date of the next appearance of Hari Seldon. I can give you the exact day, in other words, that the coming Seldon Crisis, the fifth, will reach its climax. How far-off off? demanded Indbur, tensely.And Mis change integrity his bomb with cheerful nonchalance,Four months, he said. Four unprintable months, less two days.Four months, said Indbur, with uncharacteristic vehemence. Impossible.Impossible, my unprintable eye.Four months? Do you understand what that means? For a crisis to come to a head in four months would mean that it has been preparing for years.And wherefore not? Is there a law of Nature that requires the process to mature in the just light of day?But nothi ng impends. Nothing hangs over us. Indbur virtually wrung his hands for anxiety. With a sudden convulsive recrudescence of ferocity, he screamed, Will you get off my desk and let me put it in order? How do you expect me to think?Mis, startled, lifted heavily and moved aside.Indbur replaced objects in their countenance niches with a feverish motion. He was harangue quickly, You have no right to come here like this. If you had pre moveed your theory-It is not a theory.I say it is a theory. If you had presented it together with your evidence and arguments, in appropriate fashion, it would have gone to the Bureau of Historical Sciences. There it could have been properly treated, the resulting analyses submitted to me, and then, of course, proper action would have been taken. As it is, youve vexed me to no purpose. Ah, here it is.He had a woodworking plane of transparent, silvery paper in his hand which he shook at the convex psychologist beside him.This is a short summary I prepare myself weekly of foreign matters in progress. Listen we have completed negotiations for a commercial treaty with Mores, continue negotiations for one with Lyonesse, sent a delegation to some celebration or other on Bonde, reliable some complaint or other from Kalgan and weve promised to look into it, protested some nipping trade practices in Asperta and theyve promised to look into it and so on and so on. The mayors eyes swarmed down the list of coded notations, and then he care securey placed the sheet in its proper place in the proper folder in the proper pigeonhole.I tell you, Mis, theres not a thing there that breathes anything but order and peace-The door at the far, long end opened, and, in far too dramatically coincident a fashion to suggest anything but tangible life, a plainly-costumed notable stepped in.Indbur half-rose. He had the funnily swirling sensation of unreality that comes upon those days when too much happens. After Miss intrusion and cruel fumings th ere now came the equally improper, then disturbing, intrusion unannounced, of his repository, who at least knew the rules.The secretary kneeled low.Indbur said, sharply, WellThe secretary addressed the floor, Excellence, master copy Han Pritcher of Information, returning from Kalgan, in disobedience to your orders, has fit in to prior instructions your order X20-513 been imprisoned, and awaits execution. Those concomitant him are being held for questioning. A full report has been filed.Indbur, in agony, said, A full report has been received. WellExcellence, Captain Pritcher has reported, vaguely, treacherous designs on the part of the new warlord of Kalgan. He has been given, according to prior instructions your order X20-651 no formal hearing, but his remarks have been recorded and a full report filed.Indbur screamed, A full report has been received. WellExcellence, reports have within the quarter-hour been received from the Salinnian frontier. Ships identified as Kalgan ian have been immersion Foundation territory, unauthorized. The ships are armed. Fighting has occurred.The secretary was bent nearly double. Indbur remained standing. Ebling Mis shook himself, clumped up to the secretary, and tapped him sharply on the shoulder.Here, youd better have them release this Captain Pritcher, and have him sent here. Get out.The secretary left, and Mis turned to the mayor, Hadnt you better get the machinery moving, Indbur? Four months, you know.Indbur remained standing, glaze-eyed. Only one finger seemed alive and it traced rapid tug triangles on the smooth desk top before him.