The Science Center at Cape Kore Logs

Who: Daneel and open!
What: Just a small experiment involving humanity and a sketchbook.
When: Day 66
Where: In the park.


There are things Daneel thinks of as being uniquely human, as being something that is beyond him. And yet, for a time, he was human, and he did these things, and trying to make sense of that inexplicable fact is a difficult thing. Much of what he did he cannot recreate now: he can't dream, he can't smell, he can't taste. There are things, though, that he's never really attempted to do, that he thinks of as human, and yet he could still potentially do now.

Potentially. That is the key word. He doesn't know, he's never tried, and if some remnant of humanity remains in his positronic brain, or at least the memory of the capacity, or perhaps he's always been able to do it and he's just never tried, well. It demands investigation.

Daneel can think of no thing so uniquely human as art. He's found himself a sketchbook, a few pencils, and a sharpener, and he's sat himself down in the park to attempt to, well, draw.

Who: Daneel and whoever happens by.
Where: The fountain in the town square.
When: Day 30, in the morning.
What: Daneel is pensive. That's allowed.


It had been thirty days since he'd arrived here, and Daneel still had no idea of what was going on, why he or anyone else was here, or even how they'd arrived. He had a vague notion that partner Elijah would have done better -- of course Elijah would have done better. The problem was there wasn't exactly anyone to question. The passage of time didn't trouble him -- what was thirty days added onto twenty decades of existence? -- but still, he felt some small sense of failure, for not knowing more than he did, and for not being able to do more than he could to protect those who were here.

This morning, Daneel was outside, and he was looking up at the fountain statue rather pensively. Idle walks were not something he did, and he certainly didn't need to refresh his memory as to any of the details of his surroundings, but he was accustomed to doing rounds to check that all was well, and sometimes he felt it necessary to do so here, as well, where danger was a far more concrete thing.