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“Why did I do it?� asked Golan Trevize.
It wasn’t a new question. Since he had arrived at Gaia, he had asked it of himself frequently. He would wake up from a sound sleep in the pleasant coolness of the night and find the question sounding noiselessly in his mind, like a tiny drumbeat: Why did I do it? Why did I do it?
Trevize felt depressed. What few victories he had had since the search began had never been definitive; they had merely been the temporary staving off of defeat.
Did he not say in reference to the establishment of New Earth that what was left of Earth’s population was brought to the planet?� Pelorat said, “Do you mean, old chap, that what we’re searching for is now on New Earth? Brought there by the last of Earth’s population to leave?� Trevize said, “Might that not be so? New Earth is scarcely better known to the Galaxy in general than Earth is, and the inhabitants are suspiciously eager to keep all Outworlders away.� “We were there,� put in Bliss. “We didn’t find anything.�
“I greet you all in friendship,� he said—and he seemed unmistakably friendly, even though his face continued to remain fixed in its expression of gravity. “As for this child,� he went on, “she shows perhaps a greater perceptivity than you think, for I am a robot. My name is Daneel Olivaw.�
