Just the concept of having one's control of one's own body taken away was a horrifying thing to think of.
Daneel could feel everything: from the invisible ropes that were binding him in place to the air that brushed against his skin.
Only, it was like he was a passenger in his own mind: only able to move his eyes while the rest of his body refused to follow his orders.
"System, is there nothing that can be done?"
[With clone body, no action can be taken. With original body, time to disable spell: 10 seconds.]
That was just great.
Using simple common sense, Daneel had chosen to meet this man using his clone, but his guts had still begun warning him about his impending death, which had made him panic the most.
Even if it was his original body, in 10 seconds, he could possibly be killed countless times before he even mounted a resistance.
However he thought about it, if this man wanted to kill him, he was doomed.
