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want to be special or even memorable to this blind man
     in dusty green.
    She closed her eyes and concentrated: Forget me. The man
    cocked his head to one side, as if experiencing a muscle cramp. His mind had such an odd
     flavor! She had never experienced a mind like it.
    And she would have sworn he was lying about being blind... but none of that was important
     in the face of her failure to persuade him.
    “You've done well for yourself, for a child, ” he said in a low voice. “Too well. People
     are looking for those who succeed where they should fail. Palace Specials, secret police,
     not at all friendly. ”
    The man stood and arranged his coat and brushed crumbs from the seat of his pants. “These
     chairs are filthy, ” he murmured. “Your effort to make me forget was exceptionally
     powerful, perhaps the most powerful I've experienced, but you lack certain skills... I
     will remember, because I must remember. There are a surprising number of those with your
     skills on Tran-tor now; perhaps one or two thousand. I've been told, no matter by whom,
     that most of you are marked by a particularly strong reaction to brain fever. Those who
     hunt for you are mistaken. They believe it passed you by. ”
    The man smiled in her general direction. “I'm boring you, ” he said. “I find it painful to
     be where I'm not wanted. I'll go. ” He turned, seemed to feel for somebody to guide him,
     and took a step away from the table.
    “No, ” Klia said, her voice catching. “Stay for a minute. I want to ask you something. ”
    He stopped with a small tremor. Suddenly, he seemed very vulnerable. He thinks I can hurt
     him. And maybe I can! She wanted to understand his strange flavor-clean and strangely
     compelling, as if within this man, behind flimsy masks of deception, lurked a basic
     honesty and decency she had never encountered before.
    “I'm not bored, ” she said. “Not yet. ”
    The man in dusty green sat down again and put his hand on the table. He took a deep
     breath. He doesn't need to breathe,
    Klia thought, but put away the absurdity quickly.
    “A man and a woman have been searching for your kind for a number of years, and many have
     joined their group. I hope they live well where the man and woman will send them; I, for
     one, am unwilling to take the risk. ”
    “Who are they?”
    “They say one is Wanda Seldon Palver, the granddaughter of Hari Seldon. ”
    Klia did not know the name. She shrugged.
    “You can go to them, if you want-” the man continued, but she made a sour face and
     interrupted.
    “They sound connected, ” she said, using the word in its derogatory meaning of close to
     the Palace and the Commissioners and other government officials.
    “Oh, yes, Seldon was once a First Minister, and they say his granddaughter has gotten him
     out of a number of tough scrapes, legal and otherwise. ”
    “He's an outlaw?”
    “No, a visionary. ”
    Klia pursed her lips and frowned again. In Dahl, visionaries were a dime a
     dozen-street-corner crazies, out of work, out of the grind, most driven insane by their
     work in the heatsinks.
    The man in dusty green observed her reaction closely. “Not for you? Now, however, another
     man is searching for your type-”
    “What type?” Klia asked nervously. She needed more time to think, to understand. “I'm
     still confused. ” She felt out his defenses lightly, hoping not to intrude in a way he
     would notice.
    The man flinched as if poked. “I am a friend, not an enemy to be lightly manipulated. I
     know there's risk even talking to you. I know what you could do to me if you put your mind
     to it. Somebody else in a position of power thinks your kind is monstrous. But he doesn't
     understand at all. He seems to think you are all robots. ”
    Klia laughed. “Like tiktoks?” she asked. The worker machines had fallen out of favor long
     before her birth, banned because of frequent and unexplained mechanical