90 To the Next Island

A few minutes later, Daneel was knocking on a rusted metal door at the end of a long tunnel that he had just climbed up.

He could have taken out one of the crystals around his waist, but he was confident that the system was always right. It had told him that the door was unlocked, and that it could only open from one side.

Grunting, he put in more effort, even though it was a bit difficult as he was pushing up, instead of forward. Finally, with a loud creaking sound that gave a hint of all the time that had passed since it had been used, the door fell open, and Daneel poked his head out of the ground and looked around to see where he was.

The familiar flatlands of the surroundings of the town came into his vision. To his right was the door, and above it was a tarp that had been thrown aside, now, which was the exact same colour as the land.