So hidebound in their own flawed recall of a rich and complex tale (of which Asimov himself said the problem with the original trilogy was that nothing really happened). So unable to grasp the notion of strong and capable women, full of wit and insight and all-to-human needs. So stuck in a fictitious past that they have been stripped of all joy at a rich and complex, character-driven tale in the present, even when Seldon himself is there to spell it out.
Constance and Poly are sent on a potentially lethal mission, to a cruel and capricious Imperial Court, where Sareth is desperate to find the truth.
But that the true fate of the galaxy rests more on Hober and Bel is impossible to escape, surely?
A "passing ghost". Now there's interesting. But where are Salvor and Gaal?
Still, much better to make childish jokes about Michael Burnham, rather than go and watch something they enjoy.
Constance and Poly are sent on a potentially lethal mission, to a cruel and capricious Imperial Court, where Sareth is desperate to find the truth.
But that the true fate of the galaxy rests more on Hober and Bel is impossible to escape, surely?
A "passing ghost". Now there's interesting. But where are Salvor and Gaal?
Still, much better to make childish jokes about Michael Burnham, rather than go and watch something they enjoy.