It was a programming matrix he was given, though the one who gave it to him did not know what she had done. He repeated it to me, and I incorporated it into my own brain.

[One of the 'windows' flicker into life, Daneel's view of a robot in his arms, obviously in distress by the way it moves jerkily, the strain in its voice, the flickering light behind its glowing eyes. While Daneel listens carefully, Giskard repeats a long string of numbers with increasing difficulty.]