As with everything, I don't own any characters or the show etc etc etc.
I'm not making any money with this, and I have basically none, so there's no point in sueing. You've all seen this before, so you get the pic.
Act 15: Strange Allies...
It had been nearly a week since Paradigm City was overrun with Megadeuces. Big O was nearly fully repaired, and Roger was well on the way to recovering from the gun wound the psychopathic Red Destiny had inflicted. Just looking out the window at the distant plumes of smoke made him anxious to get back out there in Big O. But not yet. Norman just needed to make one more check on the internal systems to make sure everything was as it should be, then the hundred-foot robot would be ready for action.
"I see you did not need my help waking up this morning." Roger turned away from his bedroom window, coffee mug steaming in his hand. Dorothy stood in the doorway.
"Well, that's primarily because I never fell asleep. There was nothing to wake me from." He turned back to the window and regarded the sunrise with some measure of contentment.
"From what you and Norman have said, I believed sleep to be as neccessary to humans as recharging is to me." Dorothy crossed to the trunk at the foot of his bed and sat upon it. The ancient cedar wood creaked with her wieight.
"I didn't know you recharged. When do you find the time?"
"At night, while you and Norman are sleeping. I only need it once a month, my systems are very power-efficient."
"Ah." He sipped some more coffee, just hot enough to warm him to his feet, but not enough so that it burned the roof of his mouth off. Just the way Norman knew he liked it.
"So why did you not get any sleep last night?"
He was partially surprised by her question, but not overly so. It was merely the next in the never-ceasing line of inquiry that poured from her robotic head.
"I was troubled."
"By what is happening outside?"
He smirked a little. "No, though the noise did contribute. Actually, what kept me awake were dreams."
"What are those?"
He turned towards the android now, his full attention on her. "You don't know what dreams are, Dorothy?"
"They are not in my data banks. I would assume that means they are a human matter, something most androids are not concerned with."
"Most androids, yes. Why are you concerned with humans so much, Dorothy?"
She eyed him for a moment before responding. "My data on humans, as I have come to realize, is vastly insufficent. I am merely attempting to gather data which might be of some use eventually. You still have not answered my question."
Roger chuckled, and sipped from his mug again before continuing. "Dreams are-"
At that moment, the Smith mansion shuddered with the impact of something massive. It almost knocked Roger off his feet, but the danger of his steaming hot coffee spilling on his expensive and rather thin bathrobe kept him upright. Dorothy was not fazed in the least.
"Oh, don't tell me they've moved over here now!" Roger downed the last bit of coffee and marched out of his bedroom. Dorothy looked at the coffee mug and back to the doorway before following.
She found Roger on one of the outer balconies, watching one of the malevolent titans tearing apart a building not more than a block away.
"The military police can handle the rest of the city, but when someone comes into my neighborhood-" he reached for his wristwatch, before realizing it was still on his dresser.
"Would it be to much to actually walk down to Big O instead of bringing him to you?"
Roger gave the rampaging Megadeuce a long stare before turning back towards his android companion. "You're right, Dorothy. Why waste the energy?"
As he stormed down towards the cavernous repair bay where Big O resided during its off time, Dorothy called after him. "You might also want to put on some actual clothes, unless you prefer fighting in your bathrobe."
I'm not making any money with this, and I have basically none, so there's no point in sueing. You've all seen this before, so you get the pic.
Act 15: Strange Allies...
It had been nearly a week since Paradigm City was overrun with Megadeuces. Big O was nearly fully repaired, and Roger was well on the way to recovering from the gun wound the psychopathic Red Destiny had inflicted. Just looking out the window at the distant plumes of smoke made him anxious to get back out there in Big O. But not yet. Norman just needed to make one more check on the internal systems to make sure everything was as it should be, then the hundred-foot robot would be ready for action.
"I see you did not need my help waking up this morning." Roger turned away from his bedroom window, coffee mug steaming in his hand. Dorothy stood in the doorway.
"Well, that's primarily because I never fell asleep. There was nothing to wake me from." He turned back to the window and regarded the sunrise with some measure of contentment.
"From what you and Norman have said, I believed sleep to be as neccessary to humans as recharging is to me." Dorothy crossed to the trunk at the foot of his bed and sat upon it. The ancient cedar wood creaked with her wieight.
"I didn't know you recharged. When do you find the time?"
"At night, while you and Norman are sleeping. I only need it once a month, my systems are very power-efficient."
"Ah." He sipped some more coffee, just hot enough to warm him to his feet, but not enough so that it burned the roof of his mouth off. Just the way Norman knew he liked it.
"So why did you not get any sleep last night?"
He was partially surprised by her question, but not overly so. It was merely the next in the never-ceasing line of inquiry that poured from her robotic head.
"I was troubled."
"By what is happening outside?"
He smirked a little. "No, though the noise did contribute. Actually, what kept me awake were dreams."
"What are those?"
He turned towards the android now, his full attention on her. "You don't know what dreams are, Dorothy?"
"They are not in my data banks. I would assume that means they are a human matter, something most androids are not concerned with."
"Most androids, yes. Why are you concerned with humans so much, Dorothy?"
She eyed him for a moment before responding. "My data on humans, as I have come to realize, is vastly insufficent. I am merely attempting to gather data which might be of some use eventually. You still have not answered my question."
Roger chuckled, and sipped from his mug again before continuing. "Dreams are-"
At that moment, the Smith mansion shuddered with the impact of something massive. It almost knocked Roger off his feet, but the danger of his steaming hot coffee spilling on his expensive and rather thin bathrobe kept him upright. Dorothy was not fazed in the least.
"Oh, don't tell me they've moved over here now!" Roger downed the last bit of coffee and marched out of his bedroom. Dorothy looked at the coffee mug and back to the doorway before following.
She found Roger on one of the outer balconies, watching one of the malevolent titans tearing apart a building not more than a block away.
"The military police can handle the rest of the city, but when someone comes into my neighborhood-" he reached for his wristwatch, before realizing it was still on his dresser.
"Would it be to much to actually walk down to Big O instead of bringing him to you?"
Roger gave the rampaging Megadeuce a long stare before turning back towards his android companion. "You're right, Dorothy. Why waste the energy?"
As he stormed down towards the cavernous repair bay where Big O resided during its off time, Dorothy called after him. "You might also want to put on some actual clothes, unless you prefer fighting in your bathrobe."