Foundation’s Edge CHAPTER FOUR SPACE

SPACEThe venture looked even much impressive than Trevize with his memories of the time when the new cruiser- distinguish had been glowingly tell had pass judgment.It was non the size of it that was impressive for it was quite an sm in each. It was designed for maneuverability and speed, for t forbidden ensemble gravitic engines, and most of all for advanced reck mavinrization. It didnt affect size size would fetch defeated its purpose.It was a atomic number 53-man device that could replace, with advantage, the older channels that requi release a crew of a dozen or to a greater extent. With a second or even a third person to establish shifts of duty, one such(prenominal)(prenominal)(prenominal) enrapture could fight off a flotilla of much big non- installation ships. In addition, it could outspeed and escape from each other ship in existence.There was a sleekness virtually it non a wasted line, non a superfluous curve inner or out. E truly cubic clip of v olume was mappingd to its maximum, so as to leave a inexplicable aura of spaciousness within. nonhing the Mayor business leader arrive verbalize well-nigh the importance of his kick could acquit impressed Trevize more than the ship with which he was asked to perform it.Branno the Bronze, he thought with chagrin, had maneuvered him into a dangerous mission of the greatest signifi arseholece. He big businessman non generate accepted with such determination had she non so arranged matters that he wanted to institute her what he could do.As for Pelorat, he was transported with wonder. Would you believe, he said, placing a gentle hitch on the hull in the beginning he had climbed in side, that Ive n incessantly been almost to a officeship?Ill believe it, of course, if you say so, Professor, and how did you manage it?I skillful now know, to be honest with you, dear fel , I flirt with, my dear Trevize. I postulate I was overly concerned with my rese bowingh. When one s home has a really s settle information processing system capable of reaching other calculating machines bothwhere in the wandflower, one scarcely needs to budge, you know. manyhow I expected bil permitships to be larger than this.This is a small model, save even so, its much larger inside than any other ship of this size.How scum bag that be? You are devising fun of my ignorance.No, no. Im serious. This is one of the eldest ships to be murderly graviticized.What does that mean? But please dont explain if it requires extensive physics. I pull up s posts calculate your word, as you took mine yesterday in connection with the single species of sympathy and the single world of origin.Lets try, Professor Pelorat. Through all the thousands of years of pose flight, weve had chemical motors and ionic motors and hyperatomic motors, and all these things have been bulky. The old Imperial naval forces had ships five hundred meters long with no more living outer space in the m than would fit into a small apartment. Fortunately the nucleotide has specialize in miniaturization by dint of all the centuries of its existence, thanks to its lack of material resources. This ship is the culmination. It mystifys drug abuse of antigravity and the device that sop ups that possible takes up virtually no space and is veridically included in the hull. If it werent that we as yet need the hyperatomicA Security guard approached. You go out have to get on, gentlemenThe sky was rifling light, though sunrise was placid half an hour off.Trevize looked to the highest degree. Is my baggage impish?Yes, Councilman, you will find the ship in full equipped.With clothing, I opine, that is not my size or to my taste.The guard smiled, preferably fulminantly and almost boyishly. I speak out it is, he said. The Mayor had us recreateing overtime these outlive cardinal or forty hours and weve matched what you had wetly. Money no object. Listen, he looked intimat ely as though to figure out sure no one noticed his sudden fraternization, you two are lucky. Best ship in the world. Fully equipped, overlook for armament. Youre swimming in cream.Sour cream, by chance, said Trevize. Well, Professor, are you articulatey?With this I am, Pelorat said and held up a square wafer closely twenty centimeters to the side and encased in a jacket of sil real plastic. Trevize was suddenly aware(p) that Pelorat had been holding it since they had left his home, shifting it from hand to hand and never position it land, even when they had stopped for a quick breakfast.Whats that, Professor?My library. Its indexed by subject matter and origin and Ive gotten it all into one wafer. If you think this ship is a marvel, how about this wafer? A whole library e genuinely(prenominal)thing I have imperturbable Wonderful WonderfulWell, said Trevize, we are swimming in cream.Trevize marveled at the inside of the ship. The utilization of space was ingenious. There was a storeway, with supplies of food, clothing, films, and games. There was a gym, a parlor, and two closely identical bedrooms.This one, said Trevize, must be yours, Professor. At least, it contains an FX Reader.Good, said Pelorat with satisfaction. What an ass I have been to avoid space flight as I have. I could live here, my dear Trevize, in utter satisfaction.Roomier than I expected, said Trevize with pleasure.And the engines are really in the hull, as you said?The controlling devices are, at any rate. We dont have to store supply or make use of it on the spot. Were making use of the unplumbed energy store of the Universe, so that the fuel and the engines are all out in that location. He gestured vaguely.Well, now that I think of it what if almostthing goes wrong?Trevize shrugged. Ive been trained in space navigation, only when not on these ships. If something goes wrong with the gravitics, Im afraid in that locations zero point I sack do about it.But can you put ac ross this ship? Pilot it?Im wondering that myself.Pelorat said, Do you suppose this is an automated ship? Might we not merely be passengers? We skill simply be expected to sit here.They have such things in the case of ferries betwixt programmeets and space stations within a stellar system, plainly I never heard of automated hyperspace travel. At least, not so far. Not so far.He looked about again and in that location was a feed of apprehension within him. Had that harridan Mayor managed to maneuver that far ahead of him? Had the Foundation automated interstellar travel, too, and was he dismissal to be deposited on Trantor quite against his will, and with no more to say about it than any of the rest of the furniture aboard ship?He said with a cheerful vital force he didnt feel, Professor, you sit down. The Mayor said this ship was completely computerized. If your room has the FX Reader, mine ought to have a computer in it. Make yourself contented and let me look around a b it on my own.Pelorat looked in a flash anxious. Trevize, my dear chap. Youre not getting off the ship, are you?Not my plan at all, Professor. And if I act, you can count on my world stopped. It is not the Mayors intention to allow me off. wholly Im planning to do is to learn what operates the outlying(prenominal) Star. He smiled, I wont desert you, Professor.He was still smiling as he entered, what he mat to be his own bedroom, plainly his plaque grew sober as he closed the door softly croup him. Surely there must be some means of communicating with a planet in the neighborhood of the ship. It was impossible to imagine a ship deliberately sealed off from its surroundings and, therefore, somewhere possibly in a wall recess there would have to be a Reacher. He could use it to call the Mayors office to ask about controls.Carefully he inspected the walls, the headboard of the bed, and the neat, smooth furniture. If null turned up here, he would go through the rest of the s hip.He was about to turn forward when his eye caught a glint of light on the smooth, light chocolate-brown surface of the desk. A round one shot of light, with neat lettering that read COMPUTER INSTRUCTIONS.AhNevertheless his optic beat chop-chop. There were computers and computers, and there were programs that took a long time to master. Trevize had never do the mistake of underestimating his own intelligence, save, on the other hand, he was not a Grand Master. There were those who had a knack for using a computer, and those who had not and Trevize knew very well into which class he fell.In his hitch in the Foundation Navy, he had reached the browse of lieutenant and had, on occasion, been officer of the day and had had occasion to use the ships computer. He had never been in sole charge of it, however, and he had never been expected to know anything more than the routine maneuvers being officer of the day required.He remembered, with a sinking smack, the volumes taken up by a fully described program in printout, and he could recall the behavior of skilful Sergeant Krasnet at the console of the ships computer. He played it as though it were the most complex musical instrument in the beetleweed, and did it all with an disseminate of nonchalance, as though he were bored at its simplicity save even he had had to consult the volumes at times, swearing at himself in embarrassment.Hesitantly Trevize position a finger on the circle of light and at once the light spread out to cover the desk top. On it were the outline of two hands a right and a left. With a sudden, smooth movement, the desk top tilted to an angle of forty-five degrees.Trevize took the seat before the desk. No words were requirement. It was clear what he was expected to do.He placed his hands on the outlines on the desk, which were positioned for him to do so without strain. The desk top earnmed soft, nearly velvety, where he touched it and his hands sank in.He wizardryed at his hands with astonishment, for they had not sunk in at all. They were on the surface, his eye told him. Yet to his gumption impression of touch it was as though the desk surface had given way, and as though something were holding his hands softly and warmly.Was that all?Now what?He looked about and accordingly closed his eyeball in response to a suggestion.He had heard nothing. He had heard nothingBut inside his brain, as though it were a vagrant thought of his own, there was the sentence, Please close your eyes. Relax. We will make connection.Through the hands?Somehow Trevize had always faux that if one were going to communicate by thought with a computer, it would be through a hood placed over the head and with electrodes against the eyes and skull.The hands?But why not the hands? Trevize found himself natation away, almost drowsy, but with no loss of mental acuity. Why not the hands?The eyes were no more than sense organs. The brain was no more than a central switchboard, encas ed in bone and upstage from the working surface of the body. It was the hands that were the working surface, the hands that felt and manipulated the Universe. kind beings thought with their hands. It was their hands that were the answer of curiosity, that felt and pinched and turned and elevate and hefted. There were animals that had brains of respectable size, but they had no hands and that make all the difference.And as he and the computer held hands, their thinking merged and it no eight-day mattered whether his eyes were open or closed. Opening them did not improve his spate nor did closing them dim it.Either way, he saw the room with complete clarity not equitable in the direction in which he was looking, but all around and supra and below.He saw both room in the spaceship and he saw outside as well. The sun had risen and its chicness was dimmed in the morning mist, but he could look at it direct without being dazzled, for the computer mechanically filtered the light w aves.He felt the gentle wind and its temperature, and the sounds of the world about him. He detected the planets magnetic field and the tiny electrical charges on the wall of the ship.He became aware of the controls of the ship, without even knowing what they were in detail. He knew only that if he wanted to lift the ship, or turn it, or accelerate it, or make use of any of its abilities, the process was the said(prenominal) as that of performing the analogous process to his body. He had but to use his will.Yet his will was not unalloyed. The computer itself could override. At the present moment, there was a formed sentence in his head and he knew merely when and how the ship would take off. There was no flexibility where that was concerned. Thereafter, he knew just as surely, he would himself he able to deride.He found as he cast the net of his computer enhanced consciousness outer that he could sense the condition of the upper atmosphere that he could test the weather patte rns that he could detect the other ships that were swarming upward and the others that were settling downward. All of this had to be taken into ac, count and the computer was taking it into account. If the computer had not been doing so, Trevize realized, he need only desire the computer to do so and it would be done.So much for the volumes of programming there were none. Trevize thought of technical foul Sergeant Krasnet and smiled. He had read often adequate of the immense renewal that gravities would make in the world, but the fusion of computer and mind was still a state secret. It would surely produce a still great revolution.He was aware of time passing. He knew exactly what time it was by period Local and by Galactic Standard.How did he let go?And even as the thought entered his mind, his hands were released and the desk top locomote backrest to its original position and Trevize was left with his own unaided senses.He felt blind and helpless as though, for a time, he had been held and protected by a superbeing and now was abandoned. Had he not known that he could make contact again at any time, the feeling might have reduced him to tears.As it was he merely struggled for re-orientation, for coiffurement to limits, then travel uncertainly to his feet and walked out of the room.Pelorat looked up. He had adjusted his Reader, obviously, and he said, It works very well. It has an clarified Search Program. Did you find the controls, my boy?Yes, Professor. All is well.In that case, shouldnt we do something about takeoff? I mean, self-protection? Arent we supposed to strap ourselves in or something? I looked about for instructions, but I didnt find anything and that made me nervous. I had to turn to my library. Somehow when I am at my workTrevize had been pushing his hands at the professor as though to dekameter and stop the flood of words. Now he had to speak loudly in order to override him. None of that is necessary, Professor. Antigravity is the equivalent of noninertia. There is no feeling of acceleration when velocity changes, since everything on the ship undergoes the change at the same time.You mean, we wont know when we are off the planet and out in space?Its exactly what I mean, because even as I speak to you, we have taken off. We will be cutting through the upper atmosphere in a very some minutes and within half an hour we will be in outer space.Pelorat get outmed to shrink a little as he heroed at Trevize. His long rectangle of a face grew so fresh that, without appearinging any emotion at all, it radiated a vast uneasiness. thus his eyes shifted right Left.Trevize remembered how he had felt on his own first trip beyond the atmosphere.He said, in as matter-of-fact a manner as he could, Janov, (it was the first time he had turn to the professor familiarly, but in this case experience was addressing inexperience and it was necessary to tick offm the older of the two) we are perfectly safe here. We are in th e metal womb of a warship of the Foundation Navy. We are not fully armed, but there is no place in the beetleweed where the name of the Foundation will not protect us. Even if some ship went mad and attacked, we could move out of its reach in a moment. And I assure you I have discovered that I can handle the ship perfectly.Pelorat said, It is the thought, Go-Golan, of nothingnessWhy, theres nothingness all about expiration. Theres just a thin layer of very tenuous broadcast amidst ourselves on the surface and the nothingness just above. Ail were doing is to go bypast that inconsequential layer.It whitethorn be inconsequential, but we breathe it.We breathe here, too. The air on this ship is cleanser and purer, and will indefinitely remain cleaner and purer than the natural atmosphere of Terminus.And the meteorites?What about meteorites?The atmosphere protects us from meteorites. Radiation, too, for that matter.Trevize said, Humanity has been traveling through space for twenty m illennia, I believe Twenty-two. If we go by the Hallblockian chronology, it is quite plain that, counting theEnough Have you heard of meteorite accidents or of radiation deaths? I mean, recently? I mean, in the case of Foundation ships?I have not really followed the news in such matters, but I am a historian, my boy, andHistorically, yes, there have been such things, but technology improves. There isnt a meteorite large enough to slander us that can possibly approach us before we take the necessary evasive action. Four meteorites coming at us simultaneously from the four directions drawn from the vertices of a tetrahedron might conceivably pin us down, but calculate the chances of that and youll find that youll die of old. age a cardinal trillion times over before you will have a litre-fifty chance of observing so interesting a phenomenon.You mean, if you were at the computer?No, said Trevize in Scorn. If I were running the computer on the basis of my own senses and responses, we would be hit before I ever knew what was happening. It is the computer itself that is at work, responding trillions of times faster than you or I could. He held out his hand abruptly. Janov, come let me show you what the computer can do, and let me show you what space is like.Pelorat stared, goggling a bit. Then he laughed briefly. Im not sure I wish to know, Golan.Of course youre not sure, Janov, because you dont know what it is that is postponement there to be known. Chance it Come Into my roomTrevize held the others hand, half leading(p) him, half drawing him. He said, as he sat down at the computer, Have you ever downn the Galaxy, Janov? Have you ever looked at it?Pelorat said, You mean in the sky?Yes, certainly. Where else?Ive seen it. Everyone has seen it. If one looks up, one sees it.Have you ever stared at it on a loathsomeness, clear wickedness, when the Diamonds are below the horizon?The Diamonds referred to those few stars that were luminous enough and close enou gh to shine with moderate brightness in the night sky of Terminus. They were a small group that spanned a width of no more than twenty degrees, and for large parts of the night they were all below the horizon. Aside from he group, there was a divide of dim stars just barely perceptible to the unaided eye. There was nothing more but the faint milkiness of the Galaxy the view one might expect when one dwelt on a world like Terminus which was at the extreme edge of the outermost spiral of the Galaxy.I suppose so, but why stare? Its a common sight.Of course its a common sight, said Trevize. Thats why no one sees it. Why see it if you can always see it? But now youll see it, and not from Terminus, where the mist and the clouds are forever interfering. Youll see it as youd never see it from Terminus no matter how you stared, and no matter how clear and dark the night. How I wish I had never been in space before, so that like you I could see the Galaxy in its bare dish for the first time.He pushed a chair in Pelorats direction. Sit there, Janov. This whitethorn take a little time. I have to continue to upraise accustomed to the computer. From what Ive already felt, I know the viewing is holographic, so we wont need a screen of any sort. It makes direct contact with my brain, but I think I can have it produce an objective throw that you will see, too. Put out the light, will you? No, thats foolish of me. Ill have the computer do it. Stay where you are.Trevize made contact with the computer, holding hands warmly and intimately.The light dimmed, then went out completely, and in the darkness, Pelorat stirred.Trevize said, Dont get nervous, Janov. I may have a little trouble trying to control the computer, but Ill start easy and youll have to be patient with me. Do you see it? The crescent?It hung in the darkness before them. A little dim and wavering at first, but getting sharper and brighter.Pelorats voice sounded awed. Is that Terminus? Are we that far from it?Yes, the ships moving quickly.The ship was curving into the night dark of Terminus, which appeared as a thick crescent of bright light. Trevize had a momentaneous urge to send the ship in a wide arc that would carry them over the daylit side of the planet to show it in all its beauty, but he held back.Pelorat might find novelty in this, but the beauty would be tame. There were too legion(predicate) photographs, too many reaps, too many globes. Every child knew what Terminus looked like. A urine planet more so than most-rich in water and poor in minerals, good in agriculture and poor in heavy industry, but the best in the Galaxy in high technology and in miniaturization.If he could have the computer use microwaves and translate it into a visible model, they would see every one of Terminuss ten thousand inhabited islands, in concert with the only one of them large enough to be considered a continent, the one that bore Terminus City andTurn awayIt was just a thought, an mold of the will, but the view shifted at once. The lighted crescent moved off toward the borders of vision and rolled off the edge. The darkness of starless space filled his eyes.Pelorat cleared his throat. I wish you would bring back Terminus, my boy. I feel as though Ive been blinded. There was a tightness in his voice.Youre not blind. LookInto the field of vision came a filmy bedim of pale translucence. It spread and became brighter, until the whole room seemed to glow.Shrinkanother(prenominal) exercise of will and the Galaxy drew off, as though seen through a diminishing telescope that was steadily growing more powerful in its ability to diminish. The Galaxy contracted and became a structure of varying luminosity. gainIt grew more luminous without changing size, and because the stellar system to which Terminus belonged was above the Galactic plane, the Galaxy was not seen exactly edge-on. It was a strongly foreshortened prongy spiral, with curving dark-nebula rifts streaking the glo wing edge of the Terminus side. The creamy haze of the lens nucleus far off and shrunken by the distance looked unimportant.Pelorat said in an awed whisper, You are right. I have never seen it like this. I never dreamed it had so much detail.How could you? You cant see the outer half when Terminuss atmosphere is between you and it. You can hardly see the nucleus from Terminuss surface. What a pity were seeing it so nearly head-on.We dont have to. The computer can show it in any orientation. I just have to conduct the wish and not even aloud.Shift co-ordinatesThis exercise of will was by no means a precise command. Yet as the impression of Galaxy began to undergo a slow change, his mind guided the computer and had it do what he wished.Slowly the Galaxy was turning so that it could be seen at right angles to the Galactic plane. It spread out like a gigantic, glowing whirlpool, with curves of darkness, and knots of brightness, and a central all-but-featureless blaze.Pelorat asked , How can the computer see it from a position in space that must be more than fifty thousand parsecs from this place? Then he added, in a choked whisper, Please forgive me that I ask. I know nothing about all this.Trevize said, I know almost as little about this computer as you do. Even a simple computer, however, can adjust co-ordinates and show the Galaxy in any position, starting with what it can sense in the natural position, the one, that is, that would appear from the computers local position in space. Of course, it makes use only of the information it can sense to begin with, so when it changes to the account view we would find gaps and blurs in what it would show. In this case, thoughYes?We have an excellent view. I suspect that the computer is outfitted with a complete map of the Galaxy and can therefore view it from any angle with passable ease.How do you mean, a complete map?The spatial co-ordinates of every star in it must be in the computers memory banks.Every star? Pelorat seemed awed.Well, perhaps not all three hundred cardinal. It would include the stars burnished down on populated planets, certainly, and probably every star of unearthly class K and brighter. That means about seventy-five billion, at least.Every star of a populated system?I wouldnt want to be pinned down perhaps not all. There were, after all, twenty-five million inhabited systems in the time of Hari Seldon which sounds like a lot but is only one star out of every twelve thousand. And then, in the five centuries since Seldon, the worldwide breakup of the Empire didnt prevent further colonization. I should think it would have encouraged it. There are still megabucks of habitable planets to expand into, so there may be cardinal million now. Its possible that not all the new ones are in the Foundations records.But the old ones? Surely they must all be there without exception.I imagine so. I cant guarantee it, of course, but I would be surprised if any long-established in habited system were missing from the records. Let me show you something if my ability to control the computer will go far enough.Trevizes hands stiffened a bit with the effort and they seemed to sink further into the clasp of the computer. That might not have been necessary he might only have had to think quietly and casually TerminusHe did think that and there was, in response, a sparkling red diamond at the very edge of the whirlpool.Theres our sun, he said with excitement. Thats the star that Terminus circles.Ah, said Pelorat with a low, tremulous sigh.A bright yellow dot of light sprang into lifetime in a rich cluster of stars deep in the heart of the Galaxy but well to one side of the central haze. It was rather closer to the Terminus edge of the Galaxy than to the other side.And that, said Trevize, is Trantors sun.Another sigh, then Pelorat said, Are you sure? They always speak of Trantor as being stationd in the center of the Galaxy.It is, in a way. its as close to the cen ter as a planet can get and still be habitable. Its closer than any other major populated system. The actual center of the Galaxy consists of a black hole with a tummy of nearly a million stars, so that the center is a carmine place. As far as we know, there is no life in the actual center and maybe there just cant be any life there. Trantor is in the innermost subring of the spiral arms and, believe me, if you could see its night sky, you would think it was in the center of the Galaxy. Its surrounded by an highly rich clustering of stars.Have you been on Trantor, Golan? asked Pelorat in clear envy. actually no, but Ive seen holographic representations of its sky.Trevize stared at the Galaxy somberly. In the great assay for the import Foundation during the time of the Mule, how everyone had played with Galactic maps and how many volumes had been pen and filmed on the subjectAnd all because Hari Seldom had said, at the beginning, that the heartbeat Foundation would be establis hed at the other end of the Galaxy, employment the place Stars End.At the other end of the Galaxy Even as Trevize thought it, a thin blue line sprang into view, stretching from Terminus, through the Galaxys central black hole, to the other end. Trevize nearly jumped. He had not directly ordered the line, but he had thought of it quite clearly and that had been enough for the computer.But, of course, the straight-line route to the opposite side of the Galaxy was not necessarily an character of the other end that Seldom had spoken of. It was Arkady Darell (if one could believe her autobiography) who had made use of the phrase a circle has no end to repoint what everyone now accepted as truthAnd though Trevize suddenly tried to suppress the thought, the computer was too quick for him. The blue line vanished and was replaced with a circle that neatly rimmed the Galaxy in blue and that passed through the deep red dot of Terminuss sun.A circle has no end, and if the circle began at Ter minus, then if we searched for the other end, it would merely return to Terminus, and there the Second Foundation had indeed been found, inhabiting the same world as the First.But if, in reality, it had not been found if the so-called finding of the Second Foundation had been an fantasy what then? What beside a straight line and a circle would make sense in this connection?Pelorat said, Are you creating illusions? Why is there a blue circle?I was just testing my controls. Would you like to locate Earth?There was silence for a moment or two, then Pelorat said, Are you joking?No. Ill try.He did. Nothing happened.Sorry, said Trevize.Its not there? no Earth?I suppose I might have misthought my command, but that doesnt seem in all likelihood. I suppose its more likely that Earth isnt listed in the computers vitals.Pelorat said, It may be listed under another name.Trevize jumped at that quickly, What other name, Janov?Pelorat said nothing and, in the darkness, Trevize smiled. It occu rred to him that things might just possibly be falling into place. Let it go for a while. Let it ripen. He deliberately changed the subject and said, I wonder if we can manipulate time. beat How can we do that?The Galaxy is rotating. It takes nearly half a billion years for Terminus to move about the grand circumference of the Galaxy once. Stars that are closer to the center complete the journey much more quickly, of course. The motion of each star, relative to the central black hole, might be recorded in the computer and, if so, it may be possible to have the computer multiply each motion by millions of times and make the rotational effect visible. I can try to have it done.He did and he could not help his muscles tightening with the effort of will he was exerting as though he were taking hold of the Galaxy and accelerating it, optical aberration it, forcing it to spin against terrible resistance.The Galaxy was moving. Slowly, mightily, it was twisting in the direction that shoul d be working to tighten the spiral arms.Time was passing incredibly rapidly as they watched a false, artificial time and, as it did so, stars became evanescent things.Some of the larger ones here and there reddened and grew brighter as they expanded into red giants. And then a star in the central clusters blew up noiselessly in a blinding blaze that, for a tiny atom of a second, dimmed the Galaxy and then was gone. Then another in one of the spiral arms, then still another not very far away from it.Supernovas, said Trevize a little shakily.Was it possible that the computer could predict exactly which stars would explode and when? Or was it just using a simplified model that served to show the starry future in general terms, rather than precisely?Pelorat said in a husky whisper, The Galaxy looks like a living thing, crawling through space.It does, said Trevize, but Im growing tired. Unless I learn to do this less tensely, Im not going to be able to play this kind of game for lo ng.He let go. The Galaxy slowed, then halted, then tilted, until it was in the view-from-the-side from which they had seen it at the start.Trevize closed his eyes and breathed deeply. He was aware of Terminus shrinking behind them, with the last perceptible wisps of atmosphere gone from their surroundings. He was aware of all the ships cream Terminuss near-space.It did not occur to him to check whether there was anything special about any one of those ships. Was there one that was gravitic like his own and matched his trajectory more closely than chance would allow?