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Gaal: When I was a child, at the edge of the galaxy...
Gaal: I heard stories about a man who could forecast the future.
Gaal: But the story remained dark to me until many years later.
Gaal: Until it became my story.
Gaal: Until it became the only story.
Hari: You're familiar with my work, psychohistory?
Every mathematician has read your theory.
-It's not a theory.
Hari: It's the future of mankind expressed in numbers.
Hari: And the empire won't like the future I predict.
History is littered with charlatans and false messiahs.
We should kill them.
Brother Day: We can murder the man, but what about the movement, brother?
Martyrs tend to have a long half-life.
Gaal: His math was right.
Gaal: The empire is dying.
Wars will be endless.
(Men yelling)
Hari: A thousand worlds reduced to cinders.
Hari: Change is frightening.
Hari: Especially to those in power.
Hari: But we can soften the fall.
So what's the plan?
Hari: Many years from now,
Hari: if humanity is to climb from the ashes,
Hari: the coming generations will need the knowledge to build upon,
a foundation.
Gaal: We must preserve only the most
Gaal: essential pieces of civilization.
Gaal: Deciding what is remembered,
Gaal: what is forgotten.
Man: We are now staring down the barrel...
Man: ...of a crisis.
This is the plan.
Gaal: We're not turning around now.