Daneel rolled out of his netting, and landed on all sixes on the terraformed surface of his cell. His cellmate, Janellen, was still snoring, after a late night (he supposed) of hanging out with those quadrapeds on E-deck again. Daneel resented this, for reasons he wasn't quite clear, since he and Janellen were chosen as roomates for their supposed romantic incompatibility. Sometimes the tests by the psych squad were not quite predicitive, in terms of affairs of the senses. Daneel had duty on Q-deck again, getting the random flyers ready for another patrol of the C-sector ort clouds. As usual, he stopped at the nourishment center for a quick infusion of whatever ghastly reconstituted extract of algae they were serving that day, although the erzatz coffee subsitute was usually good, infused with enough caffiene to get him up to a reasonable level of function.

ck..s..d..d....s.......wait..............................O.K., sorry about that, I must have tapped into an alternate universe for a brief moment. I am at work in the salt mine again today, churning out meaningless reports for another faceless entity. Bored, but thank god for the net. I get more done if I have this crutch, is my theory. Later