Daneel didn't know where he was, but he really wished he could leave.
It was as if he had just woken up from a slumber, but he couldn't control his body, and neither could he even form too many coherent thoughts.
The last thing he remembered was his mind feeling as if it was being ripped apart from multiple directions at the same time, and after that, he had been sure that his time in this world was over.
It had all happened in maybe the span of a second, but it had felt like an eternity. At that moment, he had felt his consciousness perfectly – it was a vast, incredible thing, which was the core of each and every being's existence. It was what gave meaning to one's life, and if it was tampered with… It was one of the most deplorable things to see.
