It was you who told me, back on Gaia, that at Trantor,the larger civilization was deliberately held at a level of low technology in order to hide the small kernel of Second Foundationers. Why might not the same strategy be used on New Earth?"
"Do you suggest, then, that we return to New Earth and face infection again this time to have it activated? Sexual intercourse is undoubtedly a particularly pleasant mode of infection, but it may not be the only one."
Trevize shrugged. "I am not eager to return to New Earth, but we may have to."
" May ?"
"May! After all, there is another possibility."
"What is that?"
"New Earth circles the star the people call Alpha. But Alpha is part of a binary system. Might there not be a habitable planet circling Alpha"s companion as well?"
"Too dim, I should think," said Bliss, shaking her head. "The companion is only a quarter as bright as Alpha is."
"Dim, but not too dim. If there is a planet fairly close to the star,it might do."
Pelorat said, "Does the computer say anything about any planets for the companion?"
Trevize smiled grimly. "I checked that. There are five planets of moderate size. No gas giants."
"And are any of the five planets habitable?"
"The computer gives no information at all about the planets, other than their number, and the fact that they aren"t large."
"Oh," said Pelorat deflated.
Trevize said, "That"s nothing to be disappointed about. None of the Spacer worlds are to be found in the computer at all. The information on Alpha itself is minimal. These things are hidden deliberately and if almost nothing is known about Alpha"s companion, that might almost be regarded as a good sign."
"Then," said Bliss, in a business-like manner, "what you are planning to do is this visit the companion and, if that draws a blank,return to Alpha itself."
"Yes. And this time when we reach the island of New Earth, we will be prepared. We will examine the entire island meticulously before landing and, Bliss, I expect you to use your mental abilities to shield "
And at that moment, the Far Star lurched slightly, as though it had undergone a ship-sized hiccup, and Trevize cried out, halfway between anger and perplexity, "Who"s at the controls?"
And even as he asked, he knew very well who was.
95
Fallom, at the computer console, was completely absorbed. Her small, long-fingered hands were stretched wide in order to fit the faintly gleaming handmarks on the desk. Fallom"s hands seemed to sink into the material of the desk, even though it was clearly felt to be hard and slippery.
She had seen Trevize hold his hands so on a number of occasions,and she hadn"t seen him do more than that, though it was quite plain to her that in so doing he controlled the ship.
On occasion, Fallom had seen Trevize close his eyes, and she closed hers now. After a moment or two, it was almost as though she heard a faint, far-off voice far off, but sounding in her own head,through (she dimly realized) her transducer-lobes. They were even more important than her hands. She strained to make out the words.
Instructions, it said, almost pleadingly. What are your instructions?
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