I thrust my hands into my jacket’s pocket, for Denver is always chilly after sunset. As I pass the leasing office, I stop and look at the sky. There are no clouds tonight, and so I get a splendid view of the moon.
Usually, whenever I look at the sky I fantasize about Foundation. Could something like that really happen? Would it?
But today, my thoughts trail to the end of the series. Fifteen years ago, when I first read the books, an abandoned and radioactive earth was just another plot in a story. Today – the odds of that happening, though minuscule, are significant enough to be worried about. How many generations of my descendants will know the Earth as a beautiful planet? I really don’t know, and I’m scared to think about it.
Where are you, R. Daneel Olivaw? The world needs you, more than ever.