Foundation's Triumph [antikvár]

I 1' '"As for me I am finished."iP^''Those words resonated in his mind. They clung, like the relentless blanket that Hari's nurse kept straightening across his legs, though it was a warm day in the imperial gardens./ am finished.^^ j .The relentless phrase was his constant companion. finished.In front of Hari Seldon lay the rugged slopes of ShoufeenJ;!Woods, a wild portion of the Imperial Palace grounds where plants and small animals from across the galaxy mingled in rank disorder, clumping and spreading unhindered. Tall trees even blocked from view the ever-present skyline of metal towers. The mighty world-city surrounding this little island forest.!^ ;Trantor.Squinting through failing eyes, one could almost pretend to be sitting on a different planetone that had not been flattened and subdued in service to the Galactic Empire of Humanity.The forest teased Hari. Its total absence of straight lines seemed perverse, a riot of greenery that defied any effort to decipher or decode. The geometries seemed unpredictable, even chaotic.Mentally, he reached out to the chaos, so vibrant and undisciplined. He spoke to it as an equal. His great enemy.All my life I fought against you, using mathematics to overcome nature's vast complexity. With tools of psychohis-tory, I probed the matrices of human society, wresting order from that murky tangle. And when my victories still felt incomplete, I used politics and guile to combat uncertainty, driving you like an enemy before me.i"' 11 I 'So why now, at my time of supposed triumph, do I hear | | r' * iII,' r