Valeria walked inside. In front of her, stood a golden robot.
"You must be one of the Settlers."it said.
"No. I am from Isis."she told it.
It nodded.
"Yes. Yet, you do not have any resemblance to any of the Settlers I remember. Perhaps a bit to one girl, named Trudel."
"I've never met anyone by that name."
"No. She was before your time."
"And who is this robot?"she asked Daneel.
"He is DaCoP 23. Or better known as Guardian on your world."
"Oh! You mean the one who is good?"
Guardian nodded.
"But...that's just a story."
"It was not a story. I really do exist, although not in the sense that your people believe me to exist."
Valeria was confused.
"I am not a god, for one thing. Simply a machine. Most of the things which are acredited to me, were in fact, done by the Olwen, the Keeper of the Light, who was not evil, as your people believe, and even by Jody N'Kumo. Are the mountains still taboo to you?"it asked.
"No. You have to wear a force field sometimes, but not all the time."
The robot nodded.
"I am glad."
"But what do you mean by the stories are wrong?"
"I do not control everything in the universe."
"Of course not!"
"Yet the early Settlers believed me to."
"They were simply ignorant. That is all."said Valeria.
The Guardian turned.
"It was made to happen deliberately."