![]() Emperor Magnus V was celebrating his ascension with the launch of this Station named after himself. This new Emperor seemed to have a taste for the grandiose. The Imperium was always a huge factor in psychohistorical calculations. Wanda had been studying him, entering every bit of information into the Radiant. His Imperial Majesty Magnus V had just taken the throne last month. I want to get a look at this new Emperor.” ![]() “Me neither, but I guess we have no choice. “I don’t really like crowds,” Stettin said. ![]() It seemed that the whole world had gathered here for the big celebration: the launch of the massive new Magnus V Orbital Space Station: the largest Station ever to orbit Imperial Trantor. And those they found were shy and scholarly, and didn't seem like the type who could help Wanda shoulder the fate of the Galaxy. They had been searching, but they had found so few. He did most of his speaking in the mind-level. We’ll shoulder the burden together.” Stettin was not much for talking. Only later had Wanda discovered his intelligence-and mentalic ability. He had the build of a prizefighter, and that was why Hari Seldon had hired him as a bodyguard. “What about me? I’ll always be here.” Stettin gave her shoulder a fond squeeze. “I kept trying to read the secret from him, but.now he’s gone too.” She wiped her eyes. “It seemed he was hiding the answer, as much as he wanted me to find it.” A mind was like a house, with a variable number of doors and windows that might be open or shut. “He kept telling me we should go to Star’s End. Leaving Psychohistory, and the future of the galaxy, in her hands. She vividly remembered the day they all lined up at that same Spaceport and she had to say good bye to hundreds of friends and lleagues and professors and students at the University, their friend Bor Alurin, everyone who was part of Hari Seldon’s Psychohistory Project.Īnd now, her grandpa was dead. Then all of her associates at the Psychohistory Project had boarded a slowship for Terminus. Her family went off to Santanni and Wanda never saw them again.Īfter the crushing loss of her family, her grandfather Hari Seldon had withdrawn emotionally. “I hate goodbyes,” Wanda muttered, holding onto the arm of her husband Stettin Palver.įirst, her father Raych, mother Manella and sister Bellis had got on a ship: right at that space transport launch tower that arched up through the roofdome nearby. It seemed all of Trantor had turned out today. ![]() They walked through the crowded Main Concourse thoroughfare in Melkor Sector. “You should take your nose out of your books sometime, young lady. The Galaxy will always be here,” said the Lady. “I don’t have time for festivities,” said Wanda. “Why yes, dear! The Emperor himself is going to be there for the dedication.” “What? Don’t you know? The new Space Station is going to be launched. There will be a small memorial at the department in two days. I wanted for you to have a normal life, but Psychohistory had other ideas. I am sorry to be placing the fate of the Galaxy on your shoulders, my dear girl. This will be your group who will carry on the Plan, and be its Guardians and Protectors. Keep searching for people who can mind-touch. In a way, dear Wanda, yours will have the greater responsibility. One has already taken root at the far edge of the galaxy. Don’t waste effort with any grand memorial gestures. Wanda looked at the Arc from different angles, wondering at Grandpa’s purpose in sending it, and turned back to the letter.ĭear Wanda, don’t grieve for me, I am thankful I lived long enough to finish my task. Place your fingers according to the equation 33A2D17A and figure out the mathematical puzzle and touch the proper nodes to activate it. “What is it?”ĭear Wanda, an artist friend made this for me. Inside was a glass sphere full of shifting lights in a rainbow pattern, and nodes that looked like air bubbles. “He was found at his desk, holding his Prime Radiant just like you are. One of the noble class, she also held a doctorate and was one of the last remaining members of the Psychohistory Department. “I don’t believe so, dear.” Lady Parkerstowe folded her hands. The death was expected, but that didn’t make it hurt less. “Lady Parkerstowe.” Wanda caught her breath, and grabbed the chair arms to keep from collapsing. I’m sorry to tell you that your grandfather Hari Seldon has passed away. “Wanda Seldon?” The elderly dignified visitor sat across from the desk and inclined her head. The display disappeared and now the Radiant was merely a small, handheld black cube. Reluctantly, Wanda deactivated the Prime Radiant, a calculating marvel which projected the equations on the walls. A critical branching occurs in 300 years, when.Ī knock on the door brought her back to reality. Wanda’s mind floated among a swirling galaxy of equations.
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