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location in space. He would bet on that. They were ignorant, every one of them.
    He felt terribly alone.
    There was the feel of deceleration and the robot entered. Its somber, ruddy eyes took in the details of Baley’s harness. Efficiently it tightened a wing nut; quickly it surveyed the details of the hydraulic system.
    It said, “We will be landing in three hours. You will remain, if you please, in this room. A man will come to escort you out and to take you to your place of residence.”
    “Wait,” said Baley tensely. Strapped in as he was, he felt helpless. “When we land, what time of day will it be?”
    The robot said at once, “By Galactic Standard Time, it will be——”
    “Local time, boy. Local time! Jehoshaphat!”
    The robot continued smoothly, “The day on Solaria is twenty-eight point thirty-five Standard hours in length. The Solarian hour is divided into ten decads,each of which is divided into a hundred centads. We are scheduled to arrive at an airport at which the day will be at the twentieth centad of the fifth decad.”
    Baley hated that robot. He hated it for its obtuseness in not understanding; for the way it was making him ask the question directly and exposing his own weakness.
    He had to. He said flatly, “Will it be daytime?”
    And after all that the robot answered, “Yes, sir,” and left.
    It would be day! He would have to step out onto the unprotected surface of a planet in daytime.
    He was not quite sure how it would be. He had seen glimpses of planetary surfaces from certain points within the City; he had even been out upon it for moments. Always, though, he had been surrounded by walls or within reach of one. There was always safety at hand.
    Where would there be safety now? Not even the false walls of darkness.
    And because he would not display weakness before the Spacers—he’d be damned if he would—he stiffened his body against the webbing that held him safe against the forces of deceleration, closed his eyes, and stubbornly fought panic.

2
A FRIEND IS ENCOUNTERED
    Baley was losing his fight. Reason alone was not enough.
    Baley told himself over and over: Men live in the open all their lives. The Spacers do so now. Our ancestors on Earth did it in the past. There is no real harm in wall-lessness. It is only my mind that tells me differently, and it is wrong.
    But all that did not help. Something above and beyond reason cried out for walls and would have none of space.
    As time passed, he thought he would not succeed. He would be cowering at the end, trembling and pitiful. The Spacer they would send for him (with filters in his nose to keep out germs, and gloves on his hands to prevent contact) would not even honestly despise him. The Spacer would feel only disgust.
    Baley held on grimly.
    When the ship stopped and the deceleration harness automatically uncoupled, while the hydraulic system retracted into the wall, Baley remained in his seat. He was afraid, and determined not to show it.
    He looked away at the first quiet sound of the door of his room opening. There was the eye-corner flash of a tall, bronze-haired figure entering; a Spacer, one of those proud descendants of Earth who had disowned their heritage.
    The Spacer spoke. “Partner Elijah!”
    Baley’s head turned toward the speaker with a jerk. His eyes rounded and he rose almost without volition.
    He stared at the face; at the broad, high cheekbones, the absolute calm of the facial lines, the symmetry of the body, most of all at that level look out of nerveless blue eyes.
    “D-daneel.”
    The Spacer said, “It is pleasant that you remember me, Partner Elijah.”
    “Remember you!” Baley felt relief wash over him. This being was a bit of Earth, a friend, a comfort, a savior. He had an almost unbearable desire to rush to the Spacer and embrace him, to hug him wildly, and laugh and pound his back and do all the foolish things old friends did when meeting once again after a separation.
    But he didn’t. He