When Daneel woke up, he had such a splitting headache that he could only continue to lie on the ground, clutching his head and waiting, or at least hoping for it to subside before getting up.
His eyes remained closed, as he knew that opening them to let light in would only make it worse.
Right now, it felt as if his head had been dumped in water until just the moment before he would have drowned, and that this had happened so many times that that constant feeling of drowning was always with him.
Of course, he knew that all this was because he had allowed himself to be battered senseless by hundreds of years of memories, even knowing that he would not be able to remember any of it after waking up.
True enough, even trying to think of everything he had seen caused the headache to flare up, resulting in him only catching a few glimpses and flashes of images and words that were all just jumbled into an incomprehensible mishmash of nonsense right now.
