Your imperial nanobots,
programmed for expedited healing and identification…
coded to access any imperial ship.
All right, listen. It's a 10,000-meter jump.
The Invictus's automated rail guns
I'll go on three.
One. Two--
Good job, Warden.
Sal, my suit's failing. It's no good.
Thrusters aren't responding.
No, no, no.
-I can't-- I can't get it-- -I got you!
-Sal! No, get back. -Hugo! No. No.
If I hadn't knelt, it would've been a clear contradiction of my faith.
So you knelt before a demagogue.
-I was kneeling to the Mother. -I'm sorry, to the what?
The correct honorific is "Empire."
All very noble deaths, I'm sure.
What is your ask?
-My brothers and I-- -Brothers? You are not brothers.
You will spend your life shouting into the void.
The only reason you ventured down here
is because you know people are listening to me.
I'm sure, in preparation for your visit,
The regulation panel. Over here.
And now for the gravity. Heads up.
We can assemble a comms team to contain Halima's message,
data filters triggered by certain phrases. "Genetic Dynasty."
According to Zephyr Halima, I am soulless,
and therefore incapable of growth.
I must appeal to the Triple Goddesses themselves.
and who is wrong.
Are they alive?
In a manner of speaking.
For the rest of Trantor, it represents an opportunity.
At least, they should be.
Of course.
I was just learning about Trantor. The rest of it.
We are Trantor.
Nothing outside the palace walls is relevant.
Computer, what am I looking at?
Hari Seldon Quantum Consciousness Protocol.
It's a projection of some kind.
Just concentrate on my voice.
This is the present. This is now.
That's it, Hari. Follow my voice.
Where's Raych?
He sent me instead.
He wouldn't do that. You're supposed to lead the First Foundation.
He knew that.
We take their weapons, level the playing field.
I'm not a fighter. None of us are.
Most people aren't, until they're left with no other choice.
There might be more barriers, security protocols to override.
just like my people did not.
All of Trantor will be nothing but a heap of poisonous ash,
Please authorize reinstatement of life support systems.
Hari?
-Please authorize reinstatement… -Hari, please.
-…of life support systems. -Please, Hari. Please.
Please. Please.
My death galvanized the Foundation.
The Foundation isn't a religion, Hari.
And you're not a god.
No. Gods are impervious to knives.
But you can kill them. You just stop believing in them.
I don't buy it. I mean, you're egotistical,
but I can't see you sacrificing your life just to turn yourself into this.
-Why not just wait until-- -I have Lethe Syndrome.
Had Lethe Syndrome.
Inherited from my father.
Once the symptoms manifest, the cognitive decline is steep.
You said you wanted to start the Foundation together.
Yes.
I said it loudly and often, didn't I?
So often I started to bore myself.
Helicon. Home.
The debris field surrounds…
Helicon's dark star.
It's kept your homeworld hidden all these years.
I know where we are, Hari. It's the why I'm struggling with.
Like my body knew something before I did.
Hari, the sky.
You're exiling us.
I'm sorry.
I think I can feel the future.