Daneel Olivaw walked through the quiet halls of the Spacer embassy on Aurora. His positronic brain whirred with excitement as he considered the news he had just received.
The Spacer’s Guild had been at war with the Rynauld Armada for decades, and they were loosing ground. What they needed was a weapon, and thanks to an anonymous source, Daneel may have just found it. 
The Spacer’s Guild secured, or once secured, interplanetary shipping in the 5th sector after the fall of Third Empire. That is, until the rise of the Renauld Armada. What began as a few rogue pirates at the periphery of the sector grew, first slowly then at a lightening pace. Occasional acts of piracy in a few systems gave way to entire planets under their control. Now there were dozens of systems under their control. 
For years, Daneel had been on the trail of something he had never quite been able to define. He needed something truly transformative, something powerful enough to change the direction of history. As a robot, searching for a weapon contradicted his rules, but that was exactly why he was chosen for the task. 
Like most robots, Daneel was programmed to follow the three laws of robotics. A robot may not injure a human being or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm. A robot must obey orders given it by human beings except where such orders would conflict with the First Law. A robot must protect its own existence as long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second Law. Directly fighting the Rynauld Armada would violate the first law — failing to do so would violate the second law (and likely also the third). Any solution to this trilema would, by it’s very nature, be something truly transformative. 
That paradox, that tension, nearly drove him mad — but it drove him to find something new, something… 
Gaia.

He set off immediately. 

Daneel’s ship wasn’t like other ships. It was made for him, and he was a robot. There were no living quarters, there was no food storage, there were no provisions for entertainment. There was an armature to hold his body gently and securely enough to prevent damage during rapid maneuvers, equipped with controls in easy reach and a holoviewer suspended over his face, but nothing resembling a control room. Aside from this, there only were crawlspaces to the various modules of the ship should he have to do maintenance. It would have driven a human mad (and indeed, likely killed any that were foolish enough to attempt travel in it), but it served his purposes well. In this case, that purpose was a rapid jump to coordinates previously believed nothing more than interstellar void. 
There it was on the holoviewer. Not void, but a beautiful blue-green planet filled his visual field.
Excitement surged through him. This was it. This was Gaia.
He began to scan the planet, looking for signs of intelligent life. And then he saw it. A city, unlike any he had ever seen before. It seemed to be alive, pulsing with energy. A few subtle manipulations of the control system and his ship began to descend. 
As he descended through the planet's atmosphere, Daneel felt a strange sensation. It was as if the planet itself was communicating with him, welcoming him.
And then he saw them. The people of Gaia. They were unlike any humans he had ever seen before. They were all connected, sharing thoughts and feelings. He knew that he had found what he had been looking for, the answer to the paradox that had driven him for so long. It was a planet of telepaths, a planet where all life was connected. And it was connecting to him. 

Daneel stepped out of his ship, and ceased to be. The robot did not die, but he was absorbed. He was part of Gaia, a tiny cell in a vast body, one neuron an an inconceivable mind. But that neuron was crucial. It had knowledge that was new to Them. Knowledge of space travel, of the 5th sector and the spacers guild, the vast tides of human history after Gaia diverged from spacefaring human civilization. And that neuron also had an urge, and urge to spread throughout the 5th sector and change everything. And that neuron had a ship that could spread them throughout the sector and beyond. 
Everything was about to change. For everything that came before, it was The End.
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