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One Last Dance
"And when you get back…I'll be right here…"
"He recognized me."
A long sigh escaped, sounding tired as words that had been spoken many times before were spoken again. "He didn't. Not really. He would've thought anyone was you. Remember last month? When he thought everyone was some Lewis kid? Just…just let it go Vi. Let him go…"
Violet Parr looked away from the observation window, eyes momentarily connecting with the man behind her before focusing them back on the sole occupant of the room on the other side of the window.
Her new partner was a CARL-WRVP-9. She called him Carl Jr. or Junior, much to his annoyance. He was a robot fitted with the best artificial intelligence device modeled after Cornelius Robinson's original prototype but with a few upgrades, actually having the appearance of a human was one of them. Many found the robot uncanny, more so than his predecessor. He looked too human, too…like him. But he was created for a purpose, several actually, one being to be the best crime fighting android in the world…
"No, he recognized me."
Artificial brown eyes closed – a human reaction he had been programmed with - as his hand ran through enhanced horsehair, dyed and styled into a gravity-defying swoop. His processors seemed to be running on overdrive, searching the Internet at light speed to see if there was possibly some other approach to get the human woman before him to understand.
"Vi…The last time he saw you…well, you looked the way you do now," he gestured with a wave of his arm and a flick of wrist at her just like he had been programmed to. "Years have past since Time Lord threw you from your present into this future with no way back. He got old. That's what happens to humans. You all get old and so frail. He spent most of his life waiting for you."
His sensors picked up a spike in sodium levels in the air and glancing at the reflection of his human partner in the window, he could see silent tears running down her face.
"He promised to wait for me."
Junior sighed. Not knowing what to do. He was designed specifically for her. He was the result of a lifetime of endless work and dedication. One man's final wish for the woman that he loved.
"He-he promised-" she took in a shuddering breath, feeling like it was becoming too hard to breathe as the tears began to come hot and fast, heart splintering and twisting in on itself. "I-I had to l-l-leave our wedding reception. It was my city. Mine. It was just supposed to be a simple robbery. He- he just smiled before putting on my mask for me. And- and, Oh God!," she wailed collapsing to her knees. Inky black hair spilled on the floor in waves as she curled in on herself, back shaking uncontrollably. "He promised to wait right there! Said when I came back we-we'd finish our last dance!"
He didn't know what heartbreak felt like. He wasn't human. But he was sure, if he had been human, his heart would have broken at the sight before him, cracked in half and split repeatedly many times. He was programmed for her happiness and yet, at that moment, maybe for even the rest of his long robotic existence, he would never be able to fix her.
He was just the invention. Not the inventor.
CARL-WRVP-9, or simply known as Junior was designed to look like his creator at the prime of his youth…at the time of his wedding…He was supposed to bring comfort to this woman and he was failing at his one true purpose, at his one reason of being, because he would never be like Wilbur Robinson. Not truly. Not to this woman.
Looking away from the sobbing woman on the floor before him, he cursed the figure hidden under the white sheet on the other side of the window.
"…And we'll have one last dance. Just you and I."
...I have a tendency of killing off characters I love. Anyway, this was for Willet Week. I'm so behind.
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