Hari Seldon rose from his seat in horror. He had never seen Dors look so, her face twisted, her body canted, staggering as though she were drunk.
    "Dors! What happened! What's wrong!"
    He ran to her and grasped her around the waist, even as her body gave way and collapsed in his arms. He lifted her (she weighed more than :m ordinary woman her size would have, but Seldon was unaware of that ;it the moment) and placed her on the couch.
    "What happened?" he said.
    She told him, gasping, her voice breaking now and then, while he cradled her head and tried to force himself to believe what was happening.
    "Elar is dead," she said. "I finally killed a human being. -First time. Makes it worse."
    "How badly are you damaged, Dors?"
    "Badly. Elar turned on his device-full-when I rushed him."
    "You can be readjusted."
    "How? There's no one-on Trantor-who knows how. I need I Daneel."
    Daneel. Demerzel. Somehow, deep inside, Hari had always known. His friend-a robot-had provided him with a protector-a robot-to ensure that psychohistory and the seeds of the Foundations were given a chance to take root. The only problem was, Hari had fallen in love with his protector-a robot. It all made sense now. All the nagging doubts and the questions could be answered. And somehow, it didn't matter one............