This is simply baffling; Daneel was always of the impression that dizziness was a bad thing, a medical symptom of something amiss. Still, Ned's laughter is genuine, and strangely infectious. Ned hasn't misled him yet.
With a slightly wary glance in Ned's direction, Daneel throws out his arms in imitation and starts spinning -- slowly at first, and then faster as he builds up momentum. The movement is exhilarating in itself, speed and adrenaline, and dizziness is the last thing on his mind.
He stumbles, then, and falls back onto the flowers and grass, and though he's still, the world still seems to be moving around him; were he more fanciful, he might think of the planet revolving beneath him. Daneel lifts a hand into the air, his fingers against the rotating sky, while he gives a weak, breathless laugh. It's disconcerting, but he made this happen, he's safe, and Ned wouldn't mislead him.
"Why does," Daneel tries, faltering, "why does it move?" It's possibly the most poorly-phrased question of his entire existence, but it's the best he can manage just then.
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With a slightly wary glance in Ned's direction, Daneel throws out his arms in imitation and starts spinning -- slowly at first, and then faster as he builds up momentum. The movement is exhilarating in itself, speed and adrenaline, and dizziness is the last thing on his mind.
He stumbles, then, and falls back onto the flowers and grass, and though he's still, the world still seems to be moving around him; were he more fanciful, he might think of the planet revolving beneath him. Daneel lifts a hand into the air, his fingers against the rotating sky, while he gives a weak, breathless laugh. It's disconcerting, but he made this happen, he's safe, and Ned wouldn't mislead him.
"Why does," Daneel tries, faltering, "why does it move?" It's possibly the most poorly-phrased question of his entire existence, but it's the best he can manage just then.