Foundation's Edge - Isaac Asimov [179]
"Then there is Trantor. The Seldon Plan was working perfectly, for Gaia itself labored to keep it on track with precision. And for over a century, there had been quietist First Speakers, so that Trantor vegetated. Now, however, Stor Gendibal was rising quickly. He would certainly become First Speaker and under him Trantor would take on an activist role. It would surely concentrate on physical power and would recognize the danger of Terminus and take action against it. If he could act against Terminus before its shield was perfected, then the Seldon Plan would be worked out to its conclusion in a Second Galactic Empire--after the fashion of Trantor--despite the people of Terminus and despite Gaia. Consequently Gendibal had to be somehow maneuvered into making his move before he became First Speaker.
"Fortunately, because Gaia has been working carefully for decades, we have brought both Foundations to the proper place at the proper time. I repeat all this primarily so that Councilman Golan Trevize of Terminus may understand."
Trevize cut in at once and again ignored the effort to converse by thought. He spoke words firmly, "I do not understand. What is wrong with either version of the Second Galactic Empire?"
Novi said, "The Second Galactic Empire--worked out after the fashion of Terminus--will be a military Empire, established by strife, maintained by strife, and eventually destroyed by strife. It will be nothing but the First Galactic Empire reborn. That is the view of Gaia.
"The Second Galactic Empire--worked out after the fashion of Trantor--will be a paternalistic Empire, established by calculation, maintained by calculation, and in perpetual living death by calculation. It will be a dead end. That is the view of Gaia."
Trevize said, "And what does Gaia have to offer as an alternative?"
"Greater Gaia! Galaxia! Every inhabited planet as alive as Gaia. Every living planet combined into a still greater hyperspatial life. Every uninhabited planet participating. Every star. Every scrap of interstellar gas. Perhaps even the great central black hole. A living galaxy and one that can be made favorable for all life in ways that we yet cannot foresee. A way of life fundamentally different from all that has gone before and repeating none of the old mistakes."
"Originating new ones," muttered Gendibal sarcastically.
"We have had thousands of years of Gaia to work those out."
"But not on a Galactic scale."
Trevize, ignoring the short exchange and driving to his point, said, "And what is my role in all this?"
The voice of Gaia--channeled through Novi's mind--thundered, "Choose! Which alternative is it to be?"
There was a vast silence that followed and finally, in that silence, Trevize's voice--mental at last, for he was too taken aback to speak--sounded small and still defiant. "Why me?"
Novi said, "Though we recognized the moment had come when either Terminus or Trantor would become too powerful to stop--or worse yet, when both might become so powerful that a deadly stalemate would develop that would devastate the Galaxy--we still could not move. For our purposes, we needed someone--a particular someone--with the talent for rightness. We found you, Councilman. --No, we cannot take the credit. The people of Trantor found you through the man named Compor, though even they did not know what they had. The act of finding you attracted our attention to you. Golan Trevize, you have the gift of knowing the right thing to do."
"I deny it," said Trevize.
"You are, every once in a while, sure. And we want you to be sure this time on behalf of the Galaxy. You do not wish the responsibility, perhaps. You may do your best not to have to choose. Nevertheless, you will realize that it is right to do so. You will be sure! And you will then