Daneel falters. Behaving appropriately as a robot is easy; doing the same as a human is less so. Before he was speaking to his superiors, and now it's... equals? It's hard to conceive of.
"I no longer have circuitry. I appear to be fully human as of this morning."
So many flowers. He can smell them, deep and heady and musky, a complicated perfume he was never before aware of, as well as the emotional component that comes with such a pleasant aroma. It's good. "Are these your flowers, Ned? May I... smell them?"
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Daneel falters. Behaving appropriately as a robot is easy; doing the same as a human is less so. Before he was speaking to his superiors, and now it's... equals? It's hard to conceive of.
"I no longer have circuitry. I appear to be fully human as of this morning."
So many flowers. He can smell them, deep and heady and musky, a complicated perfume he was never before aware of, as well as the emotional component that comes with such a pleasant aroma. It's good. "Are these your flowers, Ned? May I... smell them?"