Near a row of doors, beyond which the domes of Spacetown stretched out under the open sky, stood a man. He was dressed in Earth fashion: trousers and an ordinary textron shirt with an open collar, zip seams, and pleated sleeves.

There was something about the way he stood, his manner of holding his head, the calm and impassive expression on his broad, high-cheekboned face, his neatly trimmed bronze hair smoothly combed back without a part, that set him apart from a true earthman.

You approached him and introduced yourself, continuing: “I am assigned to meet R. Daneel Olivaw here." You glanced at your watch. "I arrived a bit earlier than the appointed time. May I ask to have my arrival announced?"

"There is no need. I am already waiting for you," he replied, listening to you politely.

"I must introduce myself, my name is R. Daneel Olivaw."