Chapter 65 Chapter 51

Hari Seldon was more than happy to let Dors lead the way.She had been to the streets of Myqusen before, and she was more familiar with these streets than he was. Dors Venabili frowned, she was not so optimistic about the situation. "We get lost easily, you know." "Not with this pamphlet," said Seldon. She looked up at him impatiently. "Put your mind on the Mycos, Harry. What I'm supposed to get is a set of computer maps—something I can ask questions about. The Mecos." The raw map is just a stack of plastic sheets, I can't tell it where I am with my mouth; I can't even tell it with the keystrokes. And it can't tell me anything, it's just a printed matter."

"Then read it." "That's exactly what I'm trying to do, but it's written for people who are already familiar with this kind of system, and we have to ask someone for directions." "No, Dors, that's a last resort. I don't want to draw attention to myself. I'd rather we try our luck and try to find the right path, even if it makes a wrong turn or two." Dors leafed through the pamphlet with the utmost concentration, and then said reluctantly, "Well, it does a great job of describing the church, which I take for granted. People always want to go there."

She studied it a little longer, and said, "I tell you, there isn't any kind of transportation from here to there." "what?" "Don't get excited. There's a way to get a ride from here to another, and another one to take us there. That means we'll have to change cars." Seldon breathed a sigh of relief: "Well, of course. Even if you take the MRT, if you don't change trains, you won't be able to reach half of Trantor." Dors glanced at Seldon impatiently. "I know that too, it's just that I'm used to having things like this tell me the answers. When you're expected to find out, the simplest things can throw you off for a while."

"Well, Dors, don't be angry. If you know how to go now, then lead the way, and I will humbly follow." So he followed her forward, and when they reached an intersection, the two stopped. Waiting for the bus at this intersection were two men in white jackets and two women in gray jackets.Seldon tried to throw them a universal smile, but they rolled their eyes back, and then looked away. The means of transportation came, an outdated vehicle, commonly called a gravity bus in Seldon's home town of Helikon.It contained two dozen upholstered benches, each seating four people.On both sides of the bus, each bench has its own door.After it stopped, passengers got off from both sides. (For a moment, Seldon couldn't help worrying about the people getting off the bus on the center side, but then he noticed that the traffic stopped when it approached the bus, and when the bus was not moving, no one overtook it. it.)

Dors gave Seldon an impatient push, and he hurried to a bench with two adjoining seats, and Dors followed behind him. (Men always get on and off first, he notes.) Dors whispered to him, "Stop studying people and watch your surroundings." "I'll try." "Like—" she said, pointing to a flat area separated by the back of the chair directly in front of them. Immediately after the bus started, writing appeared on it, indicating the name of the next stop, famous buildings, or nearby crossroads. "Well, it might tell us as we get closer to where we turn. At least this area isn't all savage."

"Very well," Seldon replied.After a while, he leaned over to Dors and whispered, "Nobody's watching us. Any crowded place seems to automatically form a personal line of defense so that everyone can have privacy. You notice that ?" "I'm used to it. If it's going to be one of your psychohistorical laws, nobody's going to be surprised." Just as Dors guessed, the direction sign in front of them finally announced that they were about to arrive at the transfer station of the direct train from the Holy Church. After they got out of the car, they had to wait a little longer.The first few buses have already left this intersection, but another gravity bus is about to enter the station.It was not surprising that they would be taking a popular route, since the sanctuary must be the hub and heart of the district.

They boarded the gravity bus, and Seldon said in a low voice, "None of us paid." "According to this map, public transportation is a free service." Seldon pouted his lower lip: "How civilized. I don't think anything can be generalized, whether backward, advanced, or anything in general." Unexpectedly, Dors nudged him and said in a low voice, "Your law has been broken. Someone is already watching us, the man sitting on your right."