Foundation's Edge

Foundation beat him in the end.”

“The Second Foundation?” said Trevize.

“Is there more than one? I suppose if I thought about it I would know, but I’m not interested in history, really. The way I look at it is, I’m interested in what Gaia thinks best. If history just goes past me, it’s because there are enough historians or that I’m not well adapted to it. I’m probably being trained as a space technician myself. I keep being assigned to stints like this and I seem to like it and it stands to reason I wouldn’t like it if —”

She was speaking rapidly, almost breathlessly, and Trevize had to make an effort to insert a sentence.

“Who’s Gaia?”

Bliss looked puzzled at that. “Just Gaia. —Please, Pel and Trev, let’s get on with it. We’ve got to surface.”

“We’re going there, aren’t we?”

“Yes, but slowly. Gaia feels you can move much more rapidly if you use the potential of your ship. Would you do that?”

“We could,” said Trevize grimly. “But if I get the control of the ship back, wouldn’t I be more likely to zoom off in the opposite direction?”

Bliss laughed. “You’re funny. Of course you can’t go in any direction Gaia doesn’t want you to go. But you can go faster in the direction Gaia does want you to go. See?”

“We see,” said Trevize, “and I’ll try to control my sense of humor. Where do I land on the surface?”

“It doesn’t matter. You just head downward and you’ll land at the right place. Gaia will see to that.”

Pelorat said, “And will you stay with us, Bliss, and see that we are treated well?”

“I suppose I can do that. Let’s see now, the usual fee for my services—I mean that kind of services—can be entered on my balance-card.”

“And the other kind of services?”

Bliss giggled. “You’re a nice old man.”

Pelorat winced.

3.

Bliss reacted to the swoop down to gaia with a naive excitement. She said, “There’s no feeling of acceleration.”

“It’s a gravitic drive,” said Pelorat. “Everything accelerates together, ourselves included, so we don’t feel anything.”

“But how does it work, Pel?”

Pelorat shrugged. “I think Trev knows,” he said, “but I don’t think he’s really in a mood to talk about it.”

Trevize had dropped down Gaia’s gravity-well almost recklessly. The ship responded to his direction, as Bliss had warned him, in a partial manner. An attempt to cross the lines of gravitic force obliquely was accepted—but only with a certain hesitation. An attempt to rise upward was utterly ignored.

The ship was still not his.

Pelorat said mildly, “Aren’t you going downward rather rapidly, Golan?”

Trevize, with a kind of flatness to his voice, attempting to avoid anger (more for Pelorat’s sake, than anything else) said, “The young lady says that Gaia will take care of us.”

Bliss said, “Surely, Pel. Gaia wouldn’t let this ship do anything that wasn’t safe. Is there anything to eat on board?”

“Yes indeed,” said Pelorat. “What would you like?”

“No meat, Pel,” said Bliss in a businesslike way, “but I’ll take fish or eggs, along with any vegetables you might have.”

“Some of the food we have is Sayshellian, Bliss,” said Pelorat. “I’m not sure I know what’s in it, but you might like it.”

“Well, I’ll taste some,” said Bliss dubiously.

“Are the people on Gaia vegetarian?” asked Pelorat.

“A lot are.” Bliss nodded her head vigorously. “It depends on what nutrients the body needs in particular cases. Lately I haven’t been hungry for meat, so I suppose I don’t need any. And I haven’t been aching for anything sweet. Cheese tastes good, and shrimp. I think I probably need to lose weight.” She slapped her right buttock with a resounding noise. “I need to lose five or six pounds right here.”

“I don’t see why,” said Pelorat. “It gives you something comfortable to sit on.”

Bliss twisted to look down at her rear as best she might, “Oh well, it doesn’t matter. Weight goes up or down as it ought. I shouldn’t concern myself.”

Trevize was silent because he was struggling with the Far Star. He had hesitated a bit too long for orbit and the lower limits of the planetary exosphere were now screaming past the ship. Little by little, the ship was escaping from his control altogether. It was as though something else had learned to handle the gravitic engines. The Far Star, acting apparently by itself, curved upward into thinner air and slowed rapidly. It then took a path on its own that brought it into a gentle downward curve.

Bliss had ignored the edgy sound of air resistance and sniffed delicately at the steam rising from the container. She said, “It must be all right, Pel, because if it weren’t, it wouldn’t smell right and I wouldn’t want to eat it.” She put a slim finger into it and then licked at the finger. “You guessed correctly, Pel. It’s shrimp or something like it. Good!”

With a gesture of dissatisfaction, Trevize abandoned the computer.

“Young woman,” he said, as though seeing her for the first time.

“My name is Bliss,” said Bliss firmly.

“Bliss, then! You knew our names.”

“Yes, Trev.”

“How did you know them?”

“It was important that I know them, in order for me to do my job. So I knew them.”

“Do you know who Munn Li Compor is?”

“I would—if it were important for me to know who he is. Since I do not know who he is, Mr. Compor is not coming here. For that matter,” she paused a moment, “no one is coming here but you two.”

“We’ll see.”

He was looking down. It was a cloudy planet. There wasn’t a solid layer of cloud, but it was a broken layer that was remarkably evenly scattered and offered no clear view of any part of the planetary surface.

He switched to microwave and the radarscope glittered. The surface was almost an image of the sky. It seemed a world of islands—rather like Terminus, but more so. None of the islands was very large and none was very isolated. It was something of an approach to a planetary archipelago. The ship’s orbit was well inclined to the equatorial plane, but he saw no sign of ice caps.

Neither were there the unmistakable marks of uneven population distribution, as would be expected, for instance, in the illumination of the night side.

“Will I be coming down near the capital city, Bliss?” asked Trevize.

Bliss said indifferently, “Gaia will put you down somewhere convenient.”

“I’d prefer a big city.”

“Do you mean a large people-grouping?”

“Yes.”

“It’s up to Gaia.”

The ship continued its downward path and Trevize tried to find amusement in guessing on which island it would land.

Whichever it might be, it appeared they would be landing within the hour.