Even though Cassandra's face disappeared in a second just like the others, to Daneel, it felt as if it was transfixed there.
Just like the rest, it had looked more like it belonged to someone dead instead of someone whom he had just seen a few seconds go.
To comprehend the words he had just heard, Daneel actually needed a moment, but after that, the question he was supposed to ask first was clear.
"What choice?"
The voice had seemed very strange: it was almost lifeless, as if it had been reading off of a script, instead of being said by someone who might be looking at him through this strange object.
What the hell was it, anyway? And why the hell had Cassandra's face come on it?
The system was no help, as it had just told Daneel that his senses were completely constricted to his body. Clearly, there were some very, very strong formations at work here, and even the records from the Empire were helpless in deciphering just what it could be.
