Daneel woke up to the most painful headache he had ever had the bad luck of experiencing in the long life he had led after transmigrating from Earth.
The burning sensation was present all over his head, both inside and outside, as if an army of smiths had taken up the job of using their hammers to mold him into a being whose entire existence was pain, pain, and pain. For the first time in a very long time, he asked the system to dull his senses, and it was only in the blissful calm that followed that he was able to draw the first unburdened breath since his awakening.