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The End of Eternity
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Author: Isaac Asimov
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    Finge asked suddenly, “Have you ever met Senior Computer Twissell?”
    “Computer Twissell?” Harlan’s eyes widened. “No, sir. Why do you ask?”
    “He seems particularly interested in your reports.” Finge’sround cheeks drew downward sulkily and he changed the subject. “To me it seems that you have worked out a philosophy of your own, a viewpoint of history.”
    Temptation tugged hard at Harlan. Vanity and caution battled and the former won. “I’ve studied Primitive history, sir.”
    “
Primitive
history? At school?”
    “Not exactly, Computer. On my own. It’s my—hobby. It’s like watching history standing still, frozen! It can be studied in detail whereas the Centuries of Eternity are always changing.” He warmed up a trifle at the thought of it. “It’s as though we were to take a series of stills from a book-film and study each painstakingly. We would see a great deal we would miss if we just scanned the film as it went past. I think that helps me a great deal with my work.”
    Finge stared at him in amazement, widened his eyes a little, and left with no further remark.
    Occasionally, thereafter, he brought up the subject of Primitive history and accepted Harlan’s reluctant comments with no decisive expression on his own plump face.
    Harlan was not sure whether to regret the whole matter or to regard it as a possible way of speeding his own advancement.
    He decided on the first alternative when, passing him one day in Corridor A, Finge said abruptly and in the hearing of others, “Great Time, Harlan, don’t you
ever
smile?”
    The thought came, shockingly, to Harlan that Finge hated him. His own feeling for Finge approached something like detestation thereafter.
     
    Three months of raking through the 482nd had exhausted most of its worth while meat and when Harlan received a sudden call to Finge’s office, he was not surprised. He was expecting a change in assignment. His final summary had beenprepared days before. The 482nd was anxious to export more cellulose-base textiles to Centuries which were deforested, such as the 1174th, but were unwilling to accept smoked fish in return. A long list of such items was contained in due order and with due analysis.
    He took the draft of the summary with him.
    But no mention of the 482nd was made. Instead Finge introduced him to a withered and wrinkled little man, with sparse white hair and a gnomelike face that throughout the interview was stamped with a perpetual smile. It varied between extremes of anxiety and joviality but never quite disappeared. Between two of his yellow-stained fingers lay a burning cigarette.
    It was the first cigarette Harlan had ever seen, otherwise he would have paid more attention to the man, less to the smoking cylinder, and been better prepared for Finge’s introduction.
    Finge said, “Senior Computer Twissell, this is Observer Andrew Harlan.”
    Harlan’s eyes shifted in shock from the little man’s cigarette to his face.
    Senior Computer Twissell said in a high-pitched voice, “How do you do? So this is the young man who writes those excellent reports?”
    Harlan found no voice. Laban Twissell was a legend, a living myth. Laban Twissell was a man he should have recognized at once. He was the outstanding Computer in Eternity, which was another way of saying he was the most eminent Eternal alive. He was the dean of the Allwhen Council. He had directed more Reality Changes than any man in the history of Eternity. He was—He had—
    Harlan’s mind failed him altogether. He nodded his head with a doltish grin and said nothing.
    Twissell put his cigarette to his lips, puffed quickly, and took it away. “Leave us, Finge. I want to talk to the boy.”
    Finge rose, murmured something, and left.
    Twissell said, “You seem nervous, boy. There is nothing to be nervous about.”
    But meeting Twissell like that was a shock. It is always disconcerting to find that someone you have thought of as a giant is actually

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