(a dream to follow Foundation's Triumph)
On a planet.
On a hillside.
Time had passed.
In a cave.
In a long, white box.
A human being awoke.
Pushing back the lid, he breathed clean air.
Sitting up, he gazed past green meadows toward an evening already bright with crowded stars.
Shading his eyes, he looked upon the future.
"Pengia," he said. "I wonder what year it is."
Looking at his right hand, Hari flexed strong fingers. He felt young.
He smiled. There was much to do.
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