Chapter 10He stood proudly in its shadow, his eyes lifted to take in the full form of the thing, its shape almost human, ashen white flesh and faceless, its true name and history beholden almost only to him, only to his vision of what the Foundation could be what, what the world could be.
There was a polite cough at his side, and Doc Labyrinth turned with apprehension to regard the young man with hair the colour of sand and the remaining reminder of teenage acne about his nose.
“I’m sorry to interrupt you, sir,” he said, “but I thought you should know we’re about ready to go ahead with your daughter’s test run of the pilot system. She’s preparing to enter an isolation tank on Monday.”
Labyrinth grunted, glancing down and reading the details on the young man’s ID so as to remind himself
