Now how I play a part, as an individual, in the foreseen course of history, I don't know. Perhaps I have no definite part, since the Plan leaves indi… - Isaac Asimov

El siglo XVIII fue la edad de oro de los «autómatas».

When Israel was first founded in 1948 and all my Jewish friends were jubilant, I was the skeleton at the feast. I said, ‘“We are building ourselves a ghetto. We will be surrounded by tens of millions of Muslims who will never forgive, never forget, and never go away.” I was right [...]

The senior lieutenant of the Dark Nebula stared in horror at the visiplate. "Great Galloping Galaxies!" It should have been a howl, but it was a whisper instead. "What's that?" It was a ship, but a whale to the Dark Nebula's minnow; and on its side was the Spaceship-and-Sun of the Empire. Every alarm on the ship yammered hysterically. The orders went out, and the Dark Nebula prepared to run if it could, and fight if it must, — while down in the hyperwave room, a message stormed its way through hyperspace to the Foundation. Over and over again! Partly a plea for help, but mainly a warning of danger.