“I know,” said Trevize. “I was told all this, too. But we know that Gaia exists and we can talk.”

“Bliss doesn't think so. She says no one would believe us, and we would know that. Besides, I, for one, have no intention of ever leaving Gaia.”

Trevize was pulled out of his inner musing. He looked up and said, “What?”

“I'm going to stay here.—You know, I can't believe it. Just weeks ago, I was living a lonely life on Terminus, the same life I had lived for decades, immersed in my records and my thoughts and never dreaming anything but that I would go to my death, whenever it might be, still immersed in my records and my thoughts and still living my lonely life—contentedly vegetating. Then, suddenly and unexpectedly, I became a Galactic traveler; I was involved with a Galactic crisis; and—do not laugh, Golan—I have found Bliss.”

“I'm not laughing, Janov,” said Trevize, “but are you sure you know what you're doing?”

“Oh yes. This matter of Earth is no longer important to me. The fact that it was the only world with a diverse ecology and with intelligent life has been adequately explained. The Eternals, you know.”

“Yes, I know. And you're going to stay on Gaia?”

“Absolutely. Earth is the past and I'm tired of the past. Gaia is the future.”

“You're not part of Gaia, Janov. Or do you think you can become part of it?”

“Bliss says that I can become somewhat a part of it—intellectually if not biologically. She'll help, of course.”

“But since she is part of it, how can you two find a common life, a common point of view, a common interest…”

They were in the open and Trevize looked gravely at the quiet, fruitful island, and beyond it the sea, and on the horizon, purpled by distance, another island—all of it peaceful, civilized, alive, and a unit.

He said, “Janov, she is a world; you are a tiny individual. What if she gets tired of you? She is young…”

“Golan, I've thought of that. I've thought of nothing but that for days. I expect her to grow tired of me; I'm no romantic idiot. But whatever she gives me till then will be enough. She has already given me enough. I have received more from her than I dreamed existed in life. If I saw her no more from this moment on, I have ended the winner.”

“I don't believe it,” said Trevize gently. “I think you are a romantic idiot and, mind you, I wouldn't want you any other way. Janov, we haven't known each other for long, but we've been together every moment for weeks and—I'm sorry if it sounds silly—I like you a great deal.”

“And I, you, Golan,” said Pelorat.

“And I don't want you hurt. I must talk to Bliss.”

“No no. Please don't. You'll lecture her.”

“I won't lecture her. It's not entirely to do with you—and I want to talk to her privately. Please, Janov, I don't want to do it behind your back, so grant me your willingness to have me talk to her and get a few things straight. If I am satisfied, I will give you my heartiest congratulations and goodwill—and I will forever hold my peace, whatever happens.”

Pelorat shook his head. “You'll ruin things.”

“I promise I won't I beg you…”

“Well, But do be careful, my dear fellow, won't you?”

“You have my solemn word.”

Bliss said, “Pel says you want to see me.”

Trevize said, “Yes.”

They were indoors, in the small apartment allotted to him.

She sat down gracefully, crossed her legs, and looked up at him shrewdly, her beautiful brown eyes luminous and her long, dark hair glistening.

She said, “You disapprove of me, don't you? You have disapproved of me from the start.”

Trevize remained standing. He said, “You are aware of minds and of their contents. You know what I think of you and why.”

Slowly Bliss shook her head. “Your mind is out of bounds to Gaia. You know that. Your decision was needed and it had to be the decision of a clear and untouched mind. When your ship was first taken, I placed you and Pel within a soothing field, but that was essential. You would have been damaged—and perhaps rendered useless for a crucial time—by panic or rage. And that was all. I could never go beyond that and I haven't—so I don't know what you're thinking.”

Trevize said, “The decision I had to make has been made. I decided in favor of Gaia and Galaxia. Why, then, all this talk of a clear and untouched mind? You have what you want and you can do with me now as you wish.”

“Not at all, Trev. There are other decisions that may be needed in the future. You remain what you are and, while you are alive, you are a rare natural resource of the Galaxy. Undoubtedly there are others like you in the Galaxy and others like you will appear in the future, but for now we know of you—and only you. We still cannot touch you.”

Trevize considered. “You are Gaia and I don't want to talk to Gaia. I want to talk to you as an individual, if that has any meaning at all.”

“It has meaning. We are far from existing in a common melt. I can block off Gaia for a period of time.”

“Yes,” said Trevize. “I think you can. Have you now done so?”

“I have now done so.”

“Then, first, let me tell you that you have played games. You did not enter my mind to influence my decision, perhaps, but you certainly entered Janov's mind to do so, didn't you?”

“Do you think I did?”

“I think you did. At the crucial moment, Pelorat reminded me of his own vision of the Galaxy as alive and the thought drove me on to make my decision at that moment. The thought may have been his, but yours was the mind that triggered it, was it not?”

Bliss said, “The thought was in his mind, but there were many thoughts there. I smoothed the path before that reminiscence of his about the living Galaxy—and not before any other thought of his. That particular thought, therefore, slipped easily out of his consciousness and into words. Mind you, I did not create the thought. It was there.”

“Nevertheless, that amounted to an indirect tampering with the perfect independence of my decision, did it not?”

“Gaia felt it necessary.”

“Did it?—Well, it may make you feel better—or nobler—to know that although Janov's remark persuaded me to make the decision at that moment, it was the decision I think I would have made even if he had said nothing or if he had tried to argue me into a decision of a different kind. I want you to know that.”

“I am relieved,” said Bliss coolly. “Is that what you wanted to tell me when you asked to see me?”

“No.”

“What else is there?”

Now Trevize sat down in a chair he had drawn opposite her so that their knees nearly touched. He leaned toward her.

“When we approached Gaia, it was you on the space station. It was you who trapped us; you who came out to get us; you who have remained with us ever since—except for the meal with Dom, which you did not share with us. In particular, it was you on the Far Star with us, when the decision was made. Always you.”

“I am Gaia.”

“That does not explain it. A rabbit is Gaia. A pebble is Gaia. Everything on the planet is Gaia, but they are not all equally Gaia. Some are more equal than others. Why you?”

“Why do you think?”

Trevize made the plunge. He said, “Because I don't think you're Gaia. I think you're more than Gaia.”

Bliss made a derisive sound with her lips.

Trevize kept to his course. “At the time I was making the decision, the woman with the Speaker…”

“He called her Novi.”

“This Novi, then, said that Gaia was set on its course by the robots that no longer exist and that Gaia was taught to follow a version of the Three Laws of Robotics.”

“That is quite true.”

“And the robots no longer exist?”

“So Novi said.”

“So Novi did not say. I remember her exact words. She said: 'Gaia was formed thousands of years ago with the help of robots that once, for a brief time, served The human species and now serve them no more.”