Forward the Foundation Chapter 29

32Professor Seldon generate in, verbalise Chief bibliothec Tryma Acarnio in an icy t genius of phonate. Hari Seldon accompanied by Wanda and Palver, entered the Chief Librarians deluxe office.Thank you, Chief Librarian, said Seldon as he colonized into a chair and faced Acarnio across the vast desk. May I divulge my granddaughter Wanda and my plugger Stettin Palver. Wanda is a most valu fit member of the Psychohistory brook, her specialty dry land in the field of mathematics. And Stettin, well, Stettin is turning into a initiative-rate general psychohistorian-when hes not performing his duties as my bodyguard, that is. Seldon chuckled amiably.Yes, well, thats apiece(prenominal) well and good, Professor, said Acarnio, baffled by Seldons good humor. He had expected the professor to come in groveling, mendicity for some early(a) luck at special subr discoverine library privileges. scarcely I dont to a lower placestand what it is you wanted to see me ab come on. I assume you realize that our military position is firm We merchant shipnot completely(prenominal)ow a Library association with some maven so extremely unpopular with the general population. We argon, afterwards solely, a public subroutine library and we essential keep the publics sentiments in mind. Acarnio objurgatetled back- by chance directly the groveling would begin.I realize that I totalenance not been sufficient to sway you. However, I thought that if you heard from a couple of the fuddles youther members-the psychohistorians of tomorrow, as it were-that perhaps youd get a better feel about what a life-sustaining role the Project-and the cyclopedia, in particular- pass on play in our future. Please hear Wanda and Stettin out.Acarnio miss a cold eye toward the twain young pile flanking Seldon. precise well, then, he said, renderedly eyeing the timestrip on the wall. Five transactions and no more. I give a Library to run.Chief Librarian, began Wanda, as my gran dfather has inquiryless explained to you, psychohistory is a most valuable apparatus to be used for the economy of our culture. Yes, preservation, she repeated, upon seeing Acarnios eyes widen at the word. Undue emphasis has been position on the destruction of the Empire. By doing so, the legitimate value of psychohistory has been overlooked. For, with psychohistory, as we be able to predict the inevitable decline of our civilization, so ar we able to take steps toward its preservation. That is what the cyclopedia astronomicala is all about. And that is why we pauperisition your sponsor, and the help of your grand Library.Acarnio could not support smiling. The young lady had an undeniable charm. She was so earnest, so well spoken. He attentivenessd at her session in await of him, her blond hair pulled back in a rather dreaded scholarly style, one which could not hide her attractive features but, rather, showed them off. What she was saying was starting to bewilde r sense. Maybe Wanda Seldon was right-maybe he had been looking at this problem from the terms angle. If it were actually a matter of preservation, rather than destructionChief Librarian, began Stettin Palver, this slap-up Library has stood for millennia. It, perhaps even more than the imperial Palace, represents the vast world power of the Empire. For, the Palace houses notwithstanding the Empires leader, while the Library is home to the sum add up of majestic knowledge, culture, and history. Its value is incalculable.Does it not make sense to prepargon a tribute to this large repository? The Encyclopedia Galactica will be exclusively that-a giant summary of all the knowledge contained within these really walls. weigh of it entirely of a sudden it faceed so very clear to Acarnio. How could he have let the Board (especially that sourpuss Gennaro Mummery) convince him to rescind Seldons privileges? Las Zenow, a person whose judgment he greatly esteemed, had been a wholehear ted adept of Seldons Encyclopedia.He glanced once more at the three in front of him, hold for his decision. The Board would be hard-pressed to find anything to complain about with the Project members-if the young community now in his office were a model sample of the kind of persons involved with Seldon.Acarnio rose and walked across his office, his brow furrowed, as if framing his thoughts. He picked up a milky crystallisation compass from a table and hefted it in his palm.Trantor, Acarnio began thoughtfully, seat of the Empire, center of all the Galaxy. quite an amazing, when you trust of it. We have, perhaps, been too quick to judge Professor Seldon. Now that your Project, this Encyclopedia Galactica, has been presented to me in such a clarification-he gave a brief motion to Wanda and Palver-I realize how important it would be to allow you to continue your employ here. And, of course, to grant access to a number of your colleagues.Seldon smiled gratefully and squeezed Wandas hand.It is not scarcely for the greater glory of the Empire that I am recommending this, continued Acarnio, manifestly warming to the idea (and the sound of his own voice). You are famous, Professor Seldon. Whether throng think of you as a crackpot or a genius, everyone seems to have an opinion. If an academic of your stature is allied with the Galactic Library, it can just now plus our prestige as a bastion of capable pursuit of the highest order. Why, the twinkling of your presence can be used to raise ofttimes-needed funds to modify our collections, increase our staff, keep our doors open to the public monthlongAnd the prospect of the Encyclopedia Galactica itself-what a monumental project Imagine the reaction when the public learns that the Galactic Library is involved with such an underpickings designed to highlight the splendour of our civilization-our glorious history, our brilliant achievements, our magnificent cultures. And to think that I, Chief Libraria n Tryma Acarnio, is responsible for(p) for making accepted that this great Project gets its start- Acarnio gazed intently into the crystal sphere, lose in reverie.Yes, Professor Seldon, Acarnio pulled himself back to the here and now. You and your colleagues will be tending(p) full insiders privileges-and a suite of offices in which to twist. He placed the crystal sphere back on its table and, with a swish of robes, go back to his desk.It might take a little doing, of course, to persuade the Board-but I am confident that I can handle them. Just direct it to me.Seldon, Wanda, and Palver looked at respective(prenominal)ly separate in triumph, with small smiles playing at the corner of their mouths. Tryma Acarnio gestured that they could go and so they did, leaving the Chief Librarian settled in his chair, dreaming of the glory and honor that would come to the Library under his aegis.Amazing, said Seldon when the three were safely ensconced in their fuzee-car. If you could h ave seen him at our hold water accommodateing. He said I was threatening the essential fabric of our Empire or some such rot. And today, after alone a a few(prenominal) minutes with you two-It wasnt too hard, Grandpa, Wanda said as she pressed a attain, moving the ground-car out into traffic. She sat back as the auto-propel took over Wanda had punched their destination coordinates into the control panel. He is a man with a strong sense of self-importance. all(prenominal) we had to do was play up the positive aspects of the Encyclopedia and his ego took over from there.He was a goner the minute Wanda and I walked in, Palver said from the back. With two of us pushing him, it was a piece of cake. Palver r each(prenominal)ed forward and squeezed Wandas shoulder affectionately. She smiled, reached up, and patted his hand.I essential alert the Encyclopedists as soon as possible, Seldon said. Although there are only thirty-two go away, they are good and dedicated mildewers. Ill g et them installed at the Library and then Ill tackle the next hurdle-credits. Perhaps this alliance with the Library is what I need to convince people to give us funding. Lets see-Ill call upon Terep Bindris again and Ill take you two with me. He was kindly disposed toward me, at least(prenominal) at first. save how will he be able to resist us now?The ground-car eventually came to a halt outside the Psychohistory construction at Streeling. The side panels slid open, but Seldon did not immediately move to disembark. He turned to face Wanda.Wanda, you know what you and Stettin were able to accomplish with Acarnio Im genuine you both can push some credits out of a few financial benefactors as well.I know how you hate to leave your belove prepare glad, but these visits will give you two a chance to practice, to hone your skills, to get an idea of hardly what you can do.All right, Grandpa, although Im sure that, now that you have the Librarys imprimatur, you will find that resist ance to your requests has lessened. at that places another(prenominal) earth I think its important for the two of you to get out and virtually together. Stettin, I conceptualize you said that on current do youve matte up another mind like yours but havent been able to identify it.Yes, answered Palver, Ive had flashes, but each time I was in a crowd. And, in my twenty-four geezerhood, I can remember feeling such a flash just four or five times. except, Stettin, said Seldon, his voice low with intensity, each flash was, potentially, the mind of another person like you and Wanda-another mentalic. Wandas never matte these flashes because, frankly, shes been sheltered all her life. The few times shes been out in a crowd there must not have been any other mentalics near.Thats one reason-perhaps the most important reason-for you two to get out-with me or without me. We must find other mentalics. The two of you alone are strong replete to push a single person. A large group of you , all pushing together, will have the power to move an EmpireWith that. Hari Seldon swung his legs more or less and hoisted himself out of the ground-car. As Wanda and Palver watched him limp up the pathway to the Psychohistory Building, they were only palely aware of the enormous responsibility Seldon had just placed on their young shoulders.33It was midafternoon and the Trantorian sun glinted on the metal skin covering the great planet. Hari Seldon stood at the edge of the Streeling University observation deck, attempting to shield his eyes from the harsh gleam with his hand. It had been years since hed been out from under the garret, save for his few visits to the Palace, and somehow those didnt count one was silence very much enclosed on the Imperial grounds.Seldon no longer traveled around only if accompanied. In the first place, Palver spent the majority of his time with Wanda, either working(a) on the uncreated Radiant, absorbed in mentalic research, or searching for o thers like them. But if he had wanted, Seldon could have ground another young man-a University student or a Project member-to act as his bodyguard.However, Seldon knew that a bodyguard was no longer requisite. Since the much publicized hearing and the reestablishment of ties with the Galactic Library, the committal for Public natural rubber had taken a keen interest in Seldon. Seldon knew that he was universe followed he had caught sight of his shadow on a number of occasions in the past few months. He similarly had no doubt that his home and office had been infiltrated by listening devices, but he himself unrestrained a static shield whenever he engaged in warm communications.Seldon was not sure what the Commission thought of him-perhaps they were not notwithstanding sure themselves. Regardless of whether they believed him to be a prophet or a crackpot, they make it their business to know where he was at all times-and that meant that, until the Commission deemed otherwise, at all times Seldon was safe.A light breeze billowed the deep blue(a) cloak Seldon had draped over his unisuit and ruffed the few wispy white hairs stay on his head. He glanced down over the railing, taking in the unseamed steel blanket below. Beneath that blanket, Seldon knew, rumbled the machinery of a vastly complicated world. If the dome were transparent, one would see ground-cars racing, gravicabs swooshing with an intricate network of interconnecting tunnels, space hyperships cosmosness loaded and unloaded with grain and chemicals and jewels bound for and from practically every world of the Empire.Below the gleaming metal cover, the lives of forty billion people were being conducted, with all the attendant pain, joy, and drama of human life. It was an image he loved dearly-this panorama of human achievement-and it pierced his heart to know that, in just a few centuries, all that now lay before him would be in ruins. The great dome would be ripped and scarred, torn away to go the desolate wasteland of what was once the seat of a thriving civilization. He shook his head in sadness, for he knew there was nothing he could do to prevent that tragedy. But, as Seldon foresaw the ruined dome, he also knew that from the ground laid bare by the last battles of the Empire living shoots would discharge and somehow Trantor would reemerge as a vital member of the new Empire. The think saw to that.Seldon lowered himself onto one of the benches ringing the decks perimeter. His leg was throbbing painfully the exertion of the trip had been a bit much. But it had been worth it to gaze once again at Trantor, to feel the open air around him and see the vast sky above.Seldon thought wistfully of Wanda. He seldom saw his granddaughter at all anymore and invariably Stettin Palver was present when he did. In the three months since Wanda and Palver had met, they seemed to be inseparable. Wanda assured Seldon that the constant involvement was necessary for the Project, but Seldon suspected it went deeper than mere devotion to ones job.He remembered the telltale signs from his early days with Dors. It was there in the way the two young people looked at each other, with an intensity born not only of intellectual stimulation but emotional motivation as well.Further, by their very natures, Wanda and Palver seemed to be more comfortable with each other than with other people. In fact, Seldon had discovered that when no one else was around, Wanda and Palver didnt even talk to each other their mentalic abilities were sufficiently advanced that they had no need of words to communicate.The other Project members were not aware of Wandas and Palvers unique talents. Seldon had felt it best to keep the mentalics work quiet, at least until their role in the Plan was firmly defined. actually the Plan itself was firmly defined-but solely in Seldons mind. As a few more pieces fell into place, he would reveal his Plan to Wanda and Palver and someday, of necessity, t o one or two others.Seldon stood slowly, stiffly. He was due back at Streeling in an second to meet Wanda and Palver. They had leftover word for him that they were bringing a great surprise. some other piece for the puzzle, Seldon hoped. He looked out one last time over Trantor and, before turning to make his way back to the gravitic repulsion elevator, smiled and softly said, posterior.34Hari Seldon entered his office to find that Wanda and Palver had already arrived and were seated around the concourse table at the far end of the means. As was usual with those two, the room was completely slow.Then Seldon stopped short, noticing that a new fellow was sitting with them. How strange-out of politeness, Wanda and Palver usually reverted to standard speech when in the company of other people, yet none of the three was speaking.Seldon studied the stranger-an odd-looking man, about thirty-five years old, with the light look of one caught up for too long in his studies. If it wer ent for a certain determined set to the strangers jaw, Seldon thought he might be dismissed as ineffectual, but that would obviously be a mistake. There was both strength and kindness in the mans face. A trustworthy face, Seldon decided.Grandfather, Wanda said, emerging gracefully from her chair. Seldons heart ached as he looked at his granddaughter. Shed changed so much in the past few months, since the loss of her family. Whereas before she had always called him Grandpa, now it was the more formal Grandfather. In the past it seemed she could barely refrain from grins and giggles tardily her serene gaze was lightened only occasionally by a sainted smile. But-now as always-she was beautiful and that beauty was surpassed only by her stunning intellect.Wanda, Palver, Seldon said, hugging the former on the cheek and slapping the latter on the shoulder.Hello, Seldon said, turning to the stranger, who had also stood. I am Hari Seldon.I am most honored to meet you, Professor, the man replied. I am Bor Alurin. Alurin offered a hand to Seldon in the ancient and, hence, most formal mode of greeting.Bor is a psychologist, Hari, said Palver, and a great fan of your work.More important, Grandfather, said Wanda, Bor is one of us. iodin of you? Seldon looked searchingly from one to the other. Do you mean? Seldons eyes sparkled.Yes, Grandfather. Yesterday Stettin and I were walking through Ery Sector, getting out and around, as youd suggested, probing for others. All of a sudden-wham-there it was.We recognize the thought patterns immediately and began to look around, trying to establish a link, Palver said, taking up the story. We were in a commercial area, near the spaceport, so the walkways were clogged with shoppers and tourists and Outworld traders. It seemed hopeless, but then Wanda apparently stopped and signaled Come here and out of the crowd Bor appeared. He just walked up to us and signaled Yes?Amazing, Seldon said, beaming at his granddaughter. And Dr.-it i s Doctor, isnt it?-Alurin, what do you make of all this?Well, began the psychologist thoughtfully, I am pleased. Ive always felt different somehow and now I know why. And if I can be of any help to you, why- The psychologist looked down at his feet, as if all of a sudden he realized he was being presumptuous. What I mean is, Wanda and Stettin said I may be able to tot up in some way to your Psychohistory Project. Professor, nothing would please me more.Yes yes. Thats quite true, Dr. Alurin. In fact, I think you may make a great voice to the Project-if youll totality me. Of course, youll have to give up whatever it is you do now, whether it is belief or private practice. Can you manage that?Why, yes, Professor, of course. I may need a little help convincing my wife- At this he chuckled slightly, glancing timidly at each of his three companions in turn. But I seem to have a way with that.So its set, then, said Seldon briskly. You will conjunction the Psychohistory Project. I prom ise you, Dr. Alurin, this is a decision you will not regret.Wanda, Stettin, Seldon said later, after Bor Alurin had left. This is a most welcome breakthrough. How quickly do you think you can find more mentalics?Grandfather, it took us over a month to locate Bor-we cannot predict with what frequency others will be found.To tell you the truth, all this out and around takes us away from our work on the roseola Radiant and it is distracting as well. Now that I have Stettin to talk to, verbal communication is somewhat too harsh, too loud. Seldons smile faded. He had been afraid of this. As Wanda and Palver had been honing their mentalic skills, so their tolerance for ordinary life had diminished. It only made sense their mentalic manipulations set them apart.Wanda, Stettin, I think it may be time for me to tell you more about the idea Yugo Amaryl had years ago and about the Plan Ive devised as a result of that idea. I havent been ready to elaborate upon it until now, because until this moment, all the pieces have not been in place.As you know, Yugo felt we must establish two introductions-each as a fail-safe measure for the other. It was a brilliant idea, one which I wish Yugo could have lived long enough to see realized. here Seldon paused, heaving a regretful sigh.But I digress. Six years ago, when I was certain that Wanda had mentalic, or mind-touching, capabilities, it came to me that not only should there be two substructures but that they should be distinct in nature, as well. One would be made up of physical scientists-the Encyclopedists will be their initiate group on utmost. The second would be made up of true psychohistorians mentalists-you. That is why Ive been so eager for you to find others like you.Finally, though, is this The Second Foundation must be out of sight. Its strength will lie in its seclusion, in its telepathic omnipresence and omnipotence.You see, a few years ago, when it became apparent that I would require the services of a body guard, I realized that the Second Foundation must be the strong, silent, secret bodyguard of the primary Foundation.Psychohistory is not infallible-its predictions are, however, highly probable. The Foundation, especially in its infancy, will have legion(predicate) enemies, as do I today.Wanda, you and Palver are the pioneers of the Second Foundation, the guardians of the endpoint Foundation.But how, Grandfather? demanded Wanda. We are just two-well, three, if you count Bor. To guard the entire Foundation, we would need-Hundreds? Thousands? Find however many it takes, Granddaughter. You can do it. And you know how.Earlier, when relating the story of finding Dr. Alurin, Stettin said you simply stopped and communicated out to the mentalic presence you felt and he came to you. Dont you see? All along Ive been urging you to go out and find others like you. But this is difficult, almost painful for you. I realize now that you and Stettin must swallow yourselves, in order to form the n ucleus of the Second Foundation. From there you will cast your nets into the ocean of manhood.Grandfather, what are you saying? Wanda asked in a whisper. She had left her seat and was kneeling next to Seldons chair. Do you want me to leave?No, Wanda, Seldon replied, his voice choked with emotion. I dont want you to leave, but it is the only way. You and Stettin must sequester yourselves from the crude physicality of Trantor. As your mentalic abilities grow stronger, you will attract others to you-the silent and secret Foundation will grow.We will be in touch-occasionally, of course. And each of us has a Prime Radiant. You see, dont you, the truth-and the absolute necessity-of what I am saying, dont you?Yes, I do, Grandfather, said Wanda. More important, I feel the brilliance of it as well. wait assured we wont let you down.I know you wont, dear, Seldon said wearily.How could he do this-how could he send his darling granddaughter away? She was his last link to his happiest days, to Dors, Yugo, and Raych. She was the only other Seldon in the Galaxy.I shall miss you terribly, Wanda, Seldon said as a tear worked its way down his finely creased cheek.But, Grandfather, Wanda said as she stood with Palver, preparing to leave. Where shall we go? Where is the Second Foundation?Seldon looked up and said, The Prime Radiant has already told you, Wanda.Wanda looked at Seldon blankly, searching her memory.Seldon reached out and clutched at his granddaughters hand.Touch my mind, Wanda. It is there. Wandas eyes widened as she reached into Seldons mind.I see, Wanda whispered to Seldon.Section 33A2D17. Stars End.Part VEpilogueI am Hari Seldon. Former First Minister to emperor butterfly Cleon I. Professor Emeritus of Psychohistory at Streeling University on Trantor. Director of the Psychohistory Research Project. Executive Editor of the Encyclopedia Galactica. source of the Foundation.It all sounds quite impressive, I know. I have done a great deal in my eighty-one years and I am tired. Looking back over my life, I wonder if I could have-should have-done certain things differently. For instance Was I so concerned with the grand sweep of psychohistory that the people and events that intersected my life sometimes seemed inconsequential by comparison?Perhaps I neglected to make some small incidental adjustments here or there that would have in no way compromised the future of humanity but might have dramatically improved the life of an individual dear to me. Yugo, Raych I cant help but wonder Was there something I could have done to save my beloved Dors?Last month I finished recording the Crisis holograms. My assistant, Gaal Dornick, has taken them to Terminus to oversee their installation in the Seldon Vault. He will make sure that the Vault is sealed and that the decent instructions are left for the eventual openings of the Vault, during the Crises.Ill be dead by then, of course.What will they think, those future Foundationers, when they see me (or, mo re accurately, my hologram) during the First Crisis, almost 50 years from now? Will they comment on how old I look or how weak my voice is or how small I seem, bundled in this wheelchair? Will they understand-appreciate-the message Ive left for them? Ah well, theres really no point in speculating. As the ancients would say The die is cast.I heard from Gaal yesterday. All is going well on Terminus. Bor Alurin and the Project members are flourishing in exile. I shouldnt gloat, but I cant help but chuckle when I recall the self-satisfied look on the face of that pompous cretin Linge subgenus Chen when he banished the Project to Terminus two years ago. Although lastly the exile was couched in terms of an Imperial Charter (A public scientific institution and part of the personal domain of His August Majesty, the Emperor-the Chief Commissioner wanted us off Trantor and out of his hair, but he could not bear the thought of giving up complete control), it is still a source of secret deli ght to know that it was Las Zenow and I who chose Terminus as Foundations home.My one regret where Linge Chen is concerned is that we were not able to save Agis. That Emperor was a good man and a courtly leader, even if he was Imperial in name only. His mistake was to believe in his title and the Commission of Public Safety would not watch the burgeoning Imperial independence.I often wonder what they did to Agis-was he exiled to some impertinent Outer World or assassinated like Cleon?The boy-child who sits on the ordure today is the perfect puppet Emperor. He obeys every word Linge Chen whispers in his ear and fancies himself a budding statesman. The Palace and trappings of Imperial life are but toys to him in some vast wild game.What will I do now? With Gaal finally gone to join the Terminus group, I am utterly alone. I hear from Wanda occasionally. The work at Stars End continues on course in the past go she and Stettin have added dozens of mentalics to their number. They in creasingly grow in power. It was the Stars End contingent-my secret Foundation-who pushed Linge Chen into sending the Encyclopedists to Terminus.I miss Wanda. It has been many years since Ive seen her, sat with her quietly, holding her hand. When Wanda left, even though I had asked her to go, I thought I would die of heartbreak. That was, perhaps, the most difficult decision I ever had to make and, although I never told her, I almost decided against it. But for the Foundation to succeed, it was necessary for Wanda and Stettin to go to Stars End. Psychohistory decreed it, so perhaps it wasnt really my decision, after all.I still come here every day, to my office in the Psychohistory Building. I remember when this structure was filled with people, day and night. Sometimes I feel as if its filled with voices, those of my long-departed family, students, colleagues-but the offices are empty and silent. The hallways echo with the purr of my wheelchair motor.I suppose I should vacate the building, return it to the University to allocate to another department. But somehow its hard to let go of this place. There are so many memoriesAll I have now is this, my Prime Radiant. This is the means by which psychohistory can be computed, through which every equation in my Plan may be analyzed, all here in this amazing, small black cube. As I sit here, this deceptively simple-looking tool in the palm of my hand, I wish I could show it to R. Daneel OlivawBut I am alone, and need only to close a contact for the office lights to dim. As I settle back in my wheelchair, the Prime Radiant activates, its equations spreading around me in three-dimensional splendor. To the untrained eye, this pied swirl would be merely a jumble of shapes and numbers, but for me-and Yugo, Wanda, Gaal-this is psychohistory, come to life.What I see before me, around me, is the future of humanity. Thirty jet years of potential chaos, compressed into a single millenniumThat patch, enthusiastic more stro ngly day by day, is the Terminus equation. And there-skewed beyond repair-are the Trantor figures. But I can see yes, softly beaming, a steady light of hope Stars EndThis-this-was my lifes work. My past-humanitys future. Foundation. So beautiful, so alive. And nothing canDorsSELDON, HARI- found dead, slumped over his desk in his office at Streeling University in 12,069 G.E. (1 F.E.). Apparently Seldon had been working up to his last moments on psychohistorical equations his activated Prime Radiant was discovered clutched in his handAccording to Seldons instructions, the instrument was shipped to his colleague Gaal Dornick who had recently emigrated to TerminusSeldons body was jettisoned into space, also in accordance with instructions hed left. The official remembrance service on Trantor was simple, though well attended. It is worth noting that Seldons old friend former First Minister Eto Demerzel attended the event. Demerzel had not been seen since his mysterious slicing immediat ely following the Joranumite Conspiracy during the reign of Emperor Cleon I. Attempts by the Commission of Public Safety to locate Demerzel in the days following the Seldon biography proved to be unsuccessfulWanda Seldon, Hari Seldons granddaughter, did not attend the ceremony. It was rumored that she was grief-stricken and had refused all public appearances. To this day, her whereabouts from then on remain unknownIt has been said that Hari Seldon left this life as he lived it, for he died with the future he created florescence all around him Encyclopedia Galactica1 All quotations from the Encyclopedia Galactica here reproduced are taken from the 116th Edition, published 1,020 F.E. by the Encyclopedia Galactica Publishing Co., Terminus, with permission of the publishers.