This - this - was my life's work. My past - humanity's future. Foundation. So beatiful. So alive. And nothing… — Isaac Asimov

For ten years the Galactic Empire had been without an Emperor, but there was no indication of that fact in the way the Imperial Palace grounds were operated. Millennia of custom made the absence of an Emperor meaningless.

Seldon found himself raging at the passage of time.

Riots! What do I care about riots now? - What do I care about anything now?