Chapter 64 Chapter 50

The Raindrop Sisters arrived around ten o'clock.Yudiansiwu seems to be happy as usual, but Yudiansi just stands by the door, looking sad and cautious.She kept her eyes downcast, never even glancing at Seldon. Seldon looked disturbed, and he gestured to Dors.So Dors said in a cheerful and sophisticated tone, "Wait a minute, sisters, I have to give my man some instructions, or he won't know what he's supposed to do today." When they went into the bathroom, Dors whispered, "Is there something wrong?" "Yes, Raindrop 43 is obviously out of her mind. Please tell her, I will return that tome as soon as possible."

Dors looked at Seldon in astonishment, and took a moment to say, "Harry," she said, "you're sweet and considerate, but you don't feel like an amoeba. When you mention that tome, she will make sure that you told me everything about yesterday, and then she will be really distracted. The only thing I can do is to treat her exactly the same way as usual." Seldon nodded, and said dejectedly, "I think you're right." Dors returned just in time for dinner to find Seldon sitting on the cot.He was still flipping through the classic book in his hand, but he seemed more and more impatient.

He raised his head with a gloomy face: "If we're going to stay here for a while, we'll need some kind of communication device. I don't know when you'll be back. I'm really worried." "Okay, I'm back now." She said one after another, carefully taking off the human fur hat, and looking at it with disgust. "I'm glad you're worried. I thought you'd been so enthralled by this tome that you didn't even notice I was out." Seldon snorted. Dors said: "As for the communication device, I believe it is not easy to get it in Myqusheng. Otherwise, it means that it is easy to communicate with foreigners. I think the leaders of Myqusheng have a firm will and are determined to cut off all contact with the outside world. possible contact."

"That's right." Seldon threw the tome aside. "From what I've read of this tome, I would have guessed that. Did you ask about the kind of... temple you call?" "Yes," she said, taking off her brow veil. "It does exist. There are many such buildings in the district, but there is one central building that seems to be the most important - would you believe it? A woman noticed my eyelashes and told me I shouldn't Out in public? I have a feeling she's going to accuse me of indecent exposure." "Don't worry about that," Seldon said impatiently, "do you know where the central temple is?"

"I asked for the address, but Raindrop warned me that women are not allowed to enter unless it is some special day, and that kind of day has not been encountered recently. By the way, it is called the Holy Church." "what?" "The church." "What an ugly name, does it have any meaning?" Dors shook her head: "It's the first time I heard it, and the two raindrops didn't know what it meant. To them, the church is not the name of that building, it is that building. Ask them why It might sound like asking why they call a wall a wall."

"About this church, is there anything they know?" "Of course it is, Harry. They know what it's for. The place is a life that doesn't belong here. It's a memorial to another world, the better one." "The world they once inhabited, do you mean that?" "Exactly. That's pretty much what Raindrop Four-Five said, but it didn't make sense. She couldn't bring herself to say the name." "Aurora?" "That's the name, but I think if you said it aloud to a group of Mythosans, they'd be terribly shocked and horrified. Raindrop 45 said 'The church is a memorial...' and stopped abruptly, using his fingers instead. Carefully wrote the name on the palm of her hand stroke by stroke. Then she blushed, as if she had done something obscene."

"It's so strange." Seldon said, "If this tome is the correct guide, Aurora is their closest memory, the primary focus of their cohesion, and the hub where everything works in the Myqu habitat. Why is it mentioned? Will it be considered indecent? Are you sure you didn't misunderstand the meaning of that sister?" "I'm sure, and there's probably nothing mysterious about it. Talk too much and it'll be overheard by outsiders, and the best way to keep it secret is to make it taboo." "Taboo?" "This is an anthropological term that refers to a severe and effective social pressure that is strong enough to prohibit people from certain actions. The fact that women are not allowed to enter the church may have the power of taboo. If You suggested a sister trespass on its realm, and I'm sure she'd be scared to death."

"Is the address you found enough for me to find the church by myself?" "First I have to tell you, Harry, that you won't go alone - I'm going with you. I think we've discussed this, and I've made it very clear that I can't protect you at a distance - whether It's against a blizzard with icy beads, or a wolf-like woman. Second, it's impractical to go there. As far as the administrative district is concerned, Myqusheng may be a small community, but it is by no means small enough. degree." "Then, take the MRT instead." "There is no MRT passing through the Myqu habitat, which would make it too easy for the Myqu people to come into contact with foreigners. However, there is still public transportation here—the kind commonly used on low-developed planets. In fact, That's the picture of Myqusheng, a small piece of undeveloped planet, embedded like fragments in the surface of Trantor, which would otherwise be a complete patchwork of developed societies. And, Harry, read that tome as soon as possible .As long as it's in your possession, Raindrop Four-Three is clearly in danger, and if someone else finds out, so will we."

"You mean to say that it is a taboo for foreigners to read classics?" "I sure am." "Well, it won't hurt much to go back. In my opinion, ninety-five percent of the content is incredibly boring, such as endless open and secret struggles between political groups, and it is impossible to judge how smart some people are. The endless defense of the policies of the United States. Added to this is the blah blah blah blah blah blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. cloud." "Listening to your anger, it seems that if I take it away, I will do you a big favor."

"There's always another five percent, though, talking about that unnameable Aurora. I figured there might be something there, and it might help me. That's what I wanted to inquire about about the Templar. reason." "You hope to find clues in the sanctuary to support the statement about Aurora in the classics?" "Suffice it to say. Besides, I've developed a keen curiosity about those robots—or, as they're called, those servitors—that are mentioned in the tomes; and I find myself fascinated by the idea." "Needless to say, you're not serious, are you?"

"No, I'm not saying it offhand. If you take certain passages in the tome at face value, then it implies the fact that some robots have human form." "That's natural. If you want to construct a simulacrum of a human being, you make it look like a human being." "Yes, simulacrum means 'resemblance,' but resemblance can be very rough. You should recognize an artist who represents a human figure in lines alone. The circle represents the head, the rectangle represents the body, and the four curved lines Representing hands and feet, that’s fine. But I mean, the robot looks absolutely human-like in every detail.” "It's ridiculous, Harry. Just think how much time it took to mold a metal body into perfect proportions and show the smooth texture of the inner muscles." "Who said metal, Dors? From the impression I get, the materials of these robots are organic or pseudo-organic. They are covered with a skin, and it is difficult to distinguish them from real people in any way." "Does it say so in the classics?" "Not that many words. However, by inference..." "That's your inference, Harry. You can't take it too seriously." "Let me try it. I have searched every entry in the index about robots, and from what is said about robots in that tome, I see four things that I can deduce. First, as I have said, they, or Part of them, the body is exactly like a human. Second, they have a super long lifespan, if you want to say that." "Better say 'expiration date,'" Dors said, "or you'll start thinking of them as fully human." "Third," continued Seldon, ignoring her, "some—or, at any rate, at least one droid—survived to this day." "Harry, this is one of the most widely circulated legends of mankind. The ancient hero never dies, but enters a state of physiological standstill, and will return at any time to save his compatriots at a critical moment." "Fourth," said Seldon, still not taking the bait, "a few lines seem to indicate that the central temple—or sanctuary, though in fact, I can't find that word in the texts—has a robot in it." He paused, then said, "Do you understand?" Dors said, "I don't know. What should I know?" "If we combine these four points, then there may be a robot in the church that is exactly like a real person. He is still alive and has survived...for example, 20,000 years." "Come on, Harry, you can't believe such a thing." "I don't really believe it, but I can't totally ignore it. What if it's true? It's a one in a million chance, I admit, but what if it's true? You can't see how much he'd help me Can he remember what the old galaxy looked like, a description older and truer than any reliable historical record. He may be able to make my psychohistory." "Even if it's true, do you think the Mythos will let you talk to this robot?" "I don't intend to ask their permission. I can at least go to the church first and see if there is anyone there to talk to." "Not now, but tomorrow at the earliest. If you haven't changed your decision tomorrow morning, we'll go." "Tell me yourself that they don't allow women—" "They allow women to stand outside and watch, I'm sure of that, and I suspect that's about as much as we can go." Her tone was decisive.