Daneel did not turn away from her stare. He had endured worse conflicts with his robotic conscience, though this was near the top of any list.
But they were so close-and he would make it up to Hari.
“I have brought Klia here to show you the future,” Daneel said. Klia sucked in her breath and shook her head, not understanding.
Hari let go of Dors and drew himself up, his formerly stooped posture straightening. He gained fully three centimeters in height.
“What can this young woman tell me?” he said. He gestured to the furniture. “I forget my manners,” he said stiffly. “Please, make yourselves comfortable. Robots need not sit if they do not wish to.”
“I would love to sit here again, and relax with you,” Dors said, and lowered herself to the small chair beside him. “So many intense memories from this place. I have missed you so!” She could not take her eyes off him.
Hari smiled down on her. “The worst part is, I was never able to thank you. You gave me so much, and I was never able to say farewell.” His hand patted her shoulder. No gesture, no words, seemed adequate to this occasion. “But then, had you been…organic, I would not have you back with me now, would I? However transitory the experience may be.”
Suddenly, the deep anger built up for decades came to a head and Hari turned on Daneel, pointed a finger into his chest. “Get this done with! Be done with me! Do your work and make me forget, and leave me in peace! Do not torment me with your false flesh and steel bones and immortal thoughts! I am mortal, Daneel. I don’t have your strength or your vision!”
“You see farther than any other in this room,” Daneel said.
“No more! My seeing is over. I was wrong. I’m as blind as any of the quadrillion little points in the equations!”
Klia backed away as far as she could from this old man with his deep, sharp eyes. Brann stood staring straight ahead, embarrassed, out of his class, out of his place. Klia reached for his hand and hugged his arm, to reassure him. Together they stood among the robots and the famous meritocrat, and Klia defied anyone to think them the least of those present.
“You were not wrong,” Daneel said. “There is a balance. The Plan is made stronger, but it must take some devious routes. I think you will show us how, a few minutes from now.”
“You overestimate me, Daneel. This young woman-and her companion-and Vara Liso, represent a powerful force I can’t fold into the equations. This upwelling of biology…”
“How do you differ from Vara Liso?” Daneel asked Klia.
Brann’s nostrils flared and his face darkened. “I’ll answer that,” he said. “They’re as different as night from day. There isn’t a hateful bone in Klia’s body-”
“I wouldn’t go that far,” Klia said, but she was proud of his defense.
“I mean it. Vara Liso was a monster!” Brann straightened his neck and thrust out his jaw belligerently, as if daring Daneel to contradict him.
“Are you a monster, Klia Asgar?” Hari asked, focusing on her with those deep and discerning eyes.
She did not turn away. Hari Seldon clearly did not think she was his inferior. There was something beyond respect in his gaze-there was a kind of intellectual terror.
“I’m different,” she said.
Hari smiled wolfishly and shook his head in admiring wonder. “Yes, indeed, you are that. I think Daneel will agree with me that we are done with robots for now, and you are proof of that?”
“I’m very uncomfortable around these robots,” Klia confirmed.
“Yet you worked with some-did you not? With Lodovik Trema?” Hari turned to Daneel. These suppositions and theories had been perking in his head, subconsciously, for days since the incident in the Hall of Dispensation. Daneel could stop the conscious access of memory, but he could not halt all the deep workings of Hari’s mind. “He was a robot, wasn’t he-Daneel?”
“Yes,” Daneel said.
“One of yours?”
“Yes.”
“But-something went wrong.”
“Yes.”
“He turned against you. Is he still against you?”
“I am learning, Hari. He has taught me much. Now it is time for you to teach me…once more. Show me what must be done.” Daneel faced Hari.
“What happened to Lodovik in space?” Hari asked. Daneel explained. then, told Hari all that had happened with the Calvinians, including the end of Plussix and the knowledge of Linge Chen.
“No more secrecy,” Hari mused. “Those who need to know will know, all over the Galaxy. What can I tell you, Daneel? Your work is done.”
“Not yet, Hari. Not until you find an answer to the problem.”
Dors spoke now. “There is a solution, Hari. I know there is-within your equations.”
“I am not an equation!” Klia shouted. “I am not an aberration or a monster! I just have certain abilities-and so does he!” She pointed to Daneel.
Hari considered with chin in hand. The itch…So deeply buried, untraceable! He clutched Dors’ shoulder, as if to draw strength from her.
“We shed the metal,” he said. “Time to take charge, for ourselves, isn’t it, Daneel? And the time will come when psychohistory’s equations will merge with the equations of all minds, all people. Every individual will be a general example of the whole progress of the people. They will blend.
“Young woman, you are not a monster. You are the difficult future.”
Klia stared in puzzlement at Hari.
“You will have children, and they will have children…stronger than Wanda and Stettin, stronger than the mentalics we have working for us now. Something will happen, something unpredictable, that my equations can’t encompass-another and more successful mutation, a stronger Vara Liso. I can’t put that into my equations-it is an unknown variable, an individual point-tyranny, all control radiating from one individual!”
Hari’s face had become almost luminous.
“You…”He held his hand out to Klia. “Take this hand. Let me feel you.”
She reluctantly reached out.
“I need a little nudge, my young friend,” Hari said. “Show me what you are.”
Almost without thinking, Klia reached into his mind, saw a brightness there obscured by dark nebulosities, and with a gentle breath of persuasion, another sign of her returning strength, she blew the clouds away.
Hari gasped and closed his eyes. His head dropped to one shoulder. He was suddenly more than merely tired. He felt a great sense of release, and for the first time in decades, a knot in his mind, in his body as well, seemed to untie itself. The brightness in his thoughts was not a way around his errors and the flaws in the equations-it was a deeper understanding of his own irrelevance, in the long term.
A thousand years from now, he would be a particle in the smooth flow once again, not his own kind of point-tyranny.
Dors got up from her chair, taking hold of his arm to help him stay on his feet.
His work would be forgotten. The Plan would serve its purpose and be swept away, merely one more hypothesis, guiding and shaping, but ultimately no more than another illusion among all the illusions of men-and robots.
What he had learned in his time fighting Lamurk for the role of First Minister-that the human race was its own kind of mind, its own self-organizing system, with its own reserved knowledge and tendencies-
Meant that it could also direct its own evolution. Philosophies and theories and truths were morphological appurtenances. Discarded when no longer needed…when the morphology changed.
The robots had served their purpose. Now they would be rejected, shed, by humanity’s body social. Psychohistory would be shed as well, when its purpose had been served. And Hari Seldon.
No man, no woman, no machine, no idea, could reign supreme forever.
Hari opened his eyes. They were as large as a child’s now. He looked around the room, for a moment unable to distinguish people from furniture. Then his vision narrowed and focused.
“Thank you,” Hari said. “Daneel was right.” He steadied himself against Dors and, with his other hand, braced himself on the back of the chair. It took him some time to order his thoughts. He stared straight at Klia Asgar, and at Brann beyond her.