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《基地前奏》

第一章 数学家
利昂一世——……恩腾王朝最后一个银河大帝。他出生于银河历11988年，与哈里·谢顿同年。（有人认为谢顿的出生日期有些可疑，有可能是故意修改过以与利昂同年，而且在谢顿刚到川陀时就应该遇到了利昂。）
利昂一世于12010年继承王位，那年他22岁。一个杂乱无章时代中，他的统治时期却出奇的平静。这无疑归因于他那有才干的首相——埃托·德莫泽尔（这个人在公共档案中极力掩蔽自己，以至于我们对此人的了解甚少）。
利昂他自己……
《银河百科全书》
（以上引自《银河百科全书》第116版，极星银河百科全书出版公司基地历1020年出版，出版商授权引用。）

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利昂打了一个小哈欠说：“德谟泽尔，你曾经听说过一个叫哈里·谢顿的人吗？”
利昂当皇帝刚好十年了。在几次正式场合，他穿戴着必备的皇袍和王冠，试图让自己看起来很庄严。他做到了，比如说在他身后墙上壁龛中的那幅他自己的全息像里就是这样。这幅全息像夺去了旁边几代先王全息像的光彩。它并不完全真实，因为尽管利昂的头发在画里画外都是浅棕色的，但全息像里的头发却稍稍浓了点。真实的利昂脸上有点不对称，因为他上嘴唇的左边部分比右边部分稍稍高了些，而这一点或多或少没有在全息像里表现出来。如果他站到全息像旁边，就会看出比画里描绘的1米83的身高矮了两公分，也许更多。当然，这幅全息像是正式加冕礼上的肖像，那时候比较年轻。现在他看起来依旧年轻，而且也非常帅。当他不在严肃的官方典礼上时，他的脸上会露出一种暧昧温厚的天性。
德谟泽尔用一种他精心培养的尊敬的语调说，“哈里·谢顿？这个名字对我来说并不熟悉，陛下。我应该知道他吗？”
“昨天晚上科学大臣提到过他。我想你可能知道。”
德谟泽尔微微地皱了一下眉，但也仅仅只是非常轻微地皱了一下，因为在皇帝面前是不能皱眉的。“陛下，科学大臣已经对我说过让这个人来当我的参谋长。如果您受到各方面攻击的话……”
利昂举起了他的手，德谟泽尔立刻就停了下来。“行了，德谟泽尔，一个人不能时时都按礼节办事。当我昨天晚上接见科学大臣的时候，我和他交换了一些意见，他显得很激动。我不能拒绝也很高兴听了他说的话，因为那很有趣。”
“请问是怎么有趣呢？陛下？”
“嗯，他并不是像原来那样总是谈论科学和数学。不知怎的，那种总是谈论科学和数学的事情看上去不会再有了。可能是因为所有的发现都做完了吧，你不这样认为吗？但是，很明显，有趣的事情仍然会发生，至少有人告诉我很有趣。”
“是科学大臣说的吗，陛下？”
“是的。他说这个哈里·谢顿出席了一个在川陀这里举行的数学家大会——由于某些原因每10年一届——他说哈里·谢顿已经证明了可以通过数学手段来预测未来。”
德谟泽尔微微地笑了一下。“要么是那位并不聪明的科学大臣犯了错误，要么是那位数学家错了。当然，预测未来这种事是孩子们神奇的梦想。”
“是吗，德谟泽尔？人民相信有这回事。”
“人民相信很多事情，陛下。”
“但是，他们相信这件事。因此，预测的未来正确与否无关紧要。如果一个数学家能够为我预测一个长而幸福的统治时期，一个和平而繁荣的帝国——嗯，那不是很好吗？”
“确实，听起来很舒服。但是它将完成些什么呢，陛下？”
“但是有一点很确定，如果人民相信这，他们的行动就会以这为信条。许多预言仅仅靠着人们相信它而成为现实。这些都是自己实现的预言。对了，我想起来了，这还是你解释给我听的。”
德谟泽尔道：“我想是我，陛下。”他的眼睛仔细地注视着皇帝，就好像要看看皇帝自己能走多远。
“尽管如此，如果是这样的话，可以随便让某个人来做这样的一个预言。”
“并非所有人都会被相信，德谟泽尔。但是，一个能够用数学公式和术语来支持他的预言的数学家可能不被任何人所理解，可是每一个人都可能相信他。”
德谟泽尔说：“正如通常那样，陛下，您的判断力很强。我们生活在一个杂乱无章的时代，很值得用一种不需要金钱和军事行动的方式来平息事端。金钱和军事行动的方式在近代成事不足，败事有余。”
“很对，德谟泽尔，”皇帝激动地说。“召见这个哈里·谢顿。你说你已经使你的细绳延伸到了这个狂躁世界的每一部分，甚至是我的军队都不敢去的地方。牵动那些细绳吧，把那个数学家带到这里来。让我见见他。”
“遵命，陛下，”德谟泽尔道。实际上，他已经找到了谢顿，并且在精神记录簿上对科学大臣作了一个评语——这事干得不错。

原文：
Mathematician
CLEON I-- ... The last Galactic Emperor of the Entun dynasty. He was born in the year 11,988 of the Galactic Era, the same year in which Hari Seldon was born. (It is thought that Seldons birthdate, which some consider doubtful, may have been adjusted to match that of Cleon, whom Seldon, soon after his arrival on Trantor, is supposed to have encountered.)
Having succeeded to the Imperial throne in 12,010 at the age of twenty-two, Cleon Is reign represented a curious interval of quiet in those troubled times. This is undoubtedly due to the skills of his Chief of Staff, Eto Demerzel, who so carefully obscured himself from public record that little is known about him.
Cleon himself ...
ENCYCLOPEDIA GALACTICA
(All quotations from the Encyclopedia Galactica here reproduced are taken from the 116th Edition, published 1,020 FE by the Encyclopedia Galactica Publishing Co., Terminus, with permission of the publishers.)

1.
Suppressing a small yawn, Cleon said, "Demerzel, have you by any chance ever heard of a man named Hari Seldon?"
Cleon had been Emperor for just over ten years and there were times at state occasions when, dressed in the necessary robes and regalia, he could manage to look stately. He did so, for instance, in the holograph of himself that stood in the niche in the wall behind him. It was placed so that it clearly dominated the other niches holding the holographs of several of his ancestors. The holograph was not a totally honest one, for though Cleons hair was light brown in hologram and reality alike, it was a bit thicker in the holograph. There was a certain asymmetry to his real face, for the left side of his upper lip raised itself a bit higher than the right side, and this was somehow not evident in the holograph. And if he had stood up and placed himself beside the holograph, he would have been seen to be 2 centimeters under the 1.83-meter height that the image portrayed--and perhaps a bit stouter. Of course, the holograph was the official coronation portrait and he had been younger then. He still looked young and rather handsome, too, and when he was not in the pitiless grip of official ceremony, there was a kind of vague good nature about his face.
Demerzel said, with the tone of respect that he carefully cultivated, "Hari Seldon? It is an unfamiliar name to me, Sire. Ought I to know of him?"
"The Minister of Science mentioned him to me last night. I thought you might."
Demerzel frowned slightly, but only very slightly, for one does not frown in the Imperial presence. "The Minister of Science, Sire, should have spoken of this man to me as Chief of Staff. If you are to be bombarded from every side--"
Cleon raised his hand and Demerzel stopped at once. "Please, Demerzel, one cant stand on formality at all times. When I passed the Minister at last nights reception and exchanged a few words with him, he bubbled over. I could not refuse to listen and I was glad I had, for it was interesting."
"In what way interesting, Sire?"
"Well, these are not the old days when science and mathematics were all the rage. That sort of thing seems to have died down somehow, perhaps because all the discoveries have been made, dont you think? Apparently, however, interesting things can still happen. At least I was told it was interesting."
"By the Minister of Science, Sire?"
"Yes. He said that this Hari Seldon had attended a convention of mathematicians held here in Trantor--they do this every ten years, for some reason--and he said that he had proved that one could foretell the future mathematically."
Demerzel permitted himself a small smile. "Either the Minister of Science, a man of little acumen, is mistaken or the mathematician is. Surely, the matter of foretelling the future is a childrens dream of magic."
"Is it, Demerzel? People believe in such things."
"People believe in many things, Sire."
"But they believe in such things. Therefore, it doesnt matter whether the forecast of the future is true or not. If a mathematician should predict a long and happy reign for me, a time of peace and prosperity for the Empire--Eh, would that not be well?"
"It would be pleasant to hear, certainly, but what would it accomplish, Sire?"
"But surely if people believe this, they would act on that belief. Many a prophecy, by the mere force of its being believed, is transmuted to fact. These are self-fulfilling prophecies. Indeed, now that I think of it, it was you who once explained this to me."
Demerzel said, "I believe I did, Sire." His eyes were watching the Emperor carefully, as though to see how far he might go on his own. "Still, if that be so, one could have any person make the prophecy."
"Not all persons would be equally believed, Demerzel. A mathematician, however, who could back his prophecy with mathematical formulas and terminology, might be understood by no one and yet believed by everyone."
Demerzel said, "As usual, Sire, you make good sense. We live in troubled times and it would be worthwhile to calm them in a way that would require neither money nor military effort--which, in recent history, have done little good and much harm."
"Exactly, Demerzel," said the Emperor with excitement. "Reel in this Hari Seldon. You tell me you have your strings stretching to every part of this turbulent world, even where my forces dare not go. Pull on one of those strings, then, and bring in this mathematician. Let me see him."
"I will do so, Sire," said Demerzel, who had already located Seldon and who made a mental note to commend the Minister of Science for a job well done.