Daneel's earliest memories were those of him growing up in the orphanage.
He had been a scrawny kid, and in the friendly fights that they got into, he would always lose.
He had never been charismatic like others to gather many people around him, nor did he have any qualities that made him popular, such as being funny, or having some other skill.
Mediocre. Or normal, if one wanted to mince words.
That was the impression that Daneel got from himself as he watched his childhood play out. Never standing out, and never being distinctive were his traits. Except for his studiousness that allowed him to score well, there was nothing else.
Yet…Daneel was focusing on each and every one of the thoughts that came to his mind, throughout each and every moment of his life.
This was tiring, but he endeavored, as he knew that this was how he would find his answer.
He had already been sure that the typical ones didn't suit him.
