“Dad,” she said softly, gently, hoping to ease what surely he must have known was coming next, “do you have any idea how much that will cost?”
On the other side of the desk, her father glowered back at her with contempt.
“The cost be damned!” he proclaimed, raising his voice in the way he often did when worried that he was going to lose an argument. “This is the very reason I created the Foundation! If we don’t act on this information then we are as good as obscuring it from history, brushing it under the carpet, pretending that we are alone in the cosmos, acknowledging that our understanding of the universe has limits! Leave the cost to the bean counters, what the world needs now is to know that there is moreout there, more than we could ever possibly have imagined!”
“Dad,” Luna answered with frustration, “Iam the bean counter. That’s why you hired me. If you do this, you’re going to be going against the wishes of the board.”