Chapter 48 Chapter Thirty-Seven

"Frankly," Dors whispered, "I can hardly believe I'm still on Trantor." "You mean, you've never seen anything like it?" Seldon asked. "I've only been in Trantor for two years, a lot of it in college, so I'm not really a globetrotter. I've been to places, and heard some things. But I've never seen or heard anything Places are as stereotyped as here.” The sun master drove forward steadily, and he didn't mean to hurry at all.There are also some vehicles on the road that look like trucks, and no one in the driver's seat can live.Their bald heads all glistened under the light.

There are some unpretentious three-story buildings on both sides of the road, all the lines meet at right angles, and every corner is gray. "It's dead," said Dors grandly. "It's dead." "Egalitarianism," Seldon said softly. "I guess no brother can claim to be more privileged than anyone else in any way." There are many pedestrians on the sidewalk along the way, but there is no trace of any moving corridors, and there is no sound of any Maglev MRT nearby. Dors said, "I guess the ones in gray are women." "It's hard to judge," said Seldon, "the robes hide everything, and every bald head looks alike."

"The ones in gray are always in pairs, otherwise they are with one in white. The one in white can walk alone, and the sun-lord also wears white robes." "You may be right." Seldon raised his voice, "Sun Lord, I'm curious..." "If you're curious, feel free to ask, but I'm under no obligation to answer." "We appear to be passing through a residential area with no sign of commercial buildings, or industrial areas..." "We are a purely agricultural society, where are you from, how can you not know this?" "You know I'm an alien," said Seldon stiffly. "I've only been on Trantor for two months."

"Long enough." "But if you are an agricultural society, Sun Lord, why haven't we passed any farms?" "It's all at the lower level." The sun master answered briefly. "Then, is the Myqusheng floor all residential areas?" "There are other floors. We are what you see, each brother lives in the same apartment as his family, each clan lives in the same neighborhood, everyone has the same ground vehicle, all brothers have their own Driving. There are no slaves, and no one lives off the labors of others. Besides, no one feels superior."

Seldon raised his veiled eyebrows at Dors, and added, "But some are in white robes, and some are in gray." "That's because some are brothers and some are sisters." "What about us?" "You are a foreign man, a guest. You and your—" he paused, "—companions are not bound in any way by the Mythosan way of life. You will, however, wear a white robe, Your companion will wear a gray one. You will have a special guest room, which is exactly like our apartment." "Equality seems like a fascinating ideal, but what happens when your population increases? Does it cut the pie into smaller pieces?"

"The population will never increase. Otherwise we would have to fight for more land, and the foreigners around us won't allow it; and if we don't, our way of life will go from bad to worse." "But just in case—" Seldon was only halfway through. The Sun Lord interrupted him: "Enough, Seldon the alien man. I remind you that I am not obligated to answer your questions. Our mission, our promise to our friend, Hummin the alien man, is As long as you don't intrude on our way of life, we'll do our best to keep you safe. We'll do that, but no more. Curiosity is fine, but our patience will soon be worn out if you keep pestering us. polish."

His tone of voice showed that the other party was not allowed to speak again, which made Seldon feel anxious and angry.Although Hummin helped so much, he obviously put the cart before the horse. Security was not what Seldon was looking for, at least not only.He still needs to find clues, and if he doesn't get them, he can't - and won't - be here.