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Norman now stood guardian over two inert forms, Roger in his bed, and Dorothy on the reinforced cot next to him. The wires now ran not from Roger to the machine to the android body, but from Roger to Dorothy. Her reader disk slot was open, and a mass of cables had been connected into the opening. It had been 32 hours total since the start of the procedure, and neither of the pair showed any signs of waking. Norman moved a chair between the two beds and sat.
"Any signs of them coming out?" Angel's head peeked around the doorway.
Norman shook his head. "No. Master David did say that even with Dorothy's speed, the transfer would take some considerable time--"
"Ugh...Where am I...oh." Roger was sitting up. Not the organic Roger, who had been brought in on a stretcher, hanging on the last thread of his life, but the android Roger, with a micro-proccessor brain, silicone skin, and titanium bones. "Did it work?"
"Apparently so." Angel came fully into the room and crossed to the medistand next to the organic body. All the readings had flatlined. "And just in time, too."
"I don't feel any diff--Dorothy!" Roger had noticed her lying on the cot next to him, and immediately slid off his own. "What happened to her? Is she alright?"
"She is merely reccuperating, and re-organizing her internal data, I expect." David entered the room. "Can you access any of your operating systems?"
Roger stood straight, and his eyes unfocused. "Download complete. Motivational systems online. Optimizing data." These last words came in a monotone, pure android. He shook his head, and spoke normally again. "Weird. But what's wrong with Dorothy?"
David moved over to her side and began disconnecting the cables attached to her reader port. "You would not have completed the transfer alone. She linked up with you, and sped up the process much more than I anticipated." He looked Roger in the eye. "You would not be alive now if not for her."
Roger beant over Dorothy, clasping her hand in his. "Awaken, my love. The task is done, you may rise." He stroked her hair, gently.
"Roger Smith, I had no idea you could be so poetic." Angel grinned at him. "Try the classic method of waking a sleeping beauty."
Roger smiled. "Always works in fairy tales." He leaned forward and met his lips with hers. For a moment, there was no reaction. Then one of her arms snaked behind his neck to pull him closer, and he felt her returning the kiss, passionately. When he backed up for a moment, Dorothy smiled at him. A real smile, not the attempts she had been making earlier.
"I knew...it would work..." She reached up and pulled him down for another kiss. They parted again, and Roger helped her to sit up. "I feel...somehow...different."
David looked at a display. "You are. While you were sifting through Roger's head, you copied a tiny part of it into yourself. From this recent display, I'd say it was his human ability to express emotions."
"But wait--I thought that androids weren't supposed to have emotions." Angel looked puzzled.
Roger grinned at her. "Well, I know two androids in this very room who most certainly do." He started to say more, but Dorothy reached around and pulled him to her lips yet again.
Norman now stood guardian over two inert forms, Roger in his bed, and Dorothy on the reinforced cot next to him. The wires now ran not from Roger to the machine to the android body, but from Roger to Dorothy. Her reader disk slot was open, and a mass of cables had been connected into the opening. It had been 32 hours total since the start of the procedure, and neither of the pair showed any signs of waking. Norman moved a chair between the two beds and sat.
"Any signs of them coming out?" Angel's head peeked around the doorway.
Norman shook his head. "No. Master David did say that even with Dorothy's speed, the transfer would take some considerable time--"
"Ugh...Where am I...oh." Roger was sitting up. Not the organic Roger, who had been brought in on a stretcher, hanging on the last thread of his life, but the android Roger, with a micro-proccessor brain, silicone skin, and titanium bones. "Did it work?"
"Apparently so." Angel came fully into the room and crossed to the medistand next to the organic body. All the readings had flatlined. "And just in time, too."
"I don't feel any diff--Dorothy!" Roger had noticed her lying on the cot next to him, and immediately slid off his own. "What happened to her? Is she alright?"
"She is merely reccuperating, and re-organizing her internal data, I expect." David entered the room. "Can you access any of your operating systems?"
Roger stood straight, and his eyes unfocused. "Download complete. Motivational systems online. Optimizing data." These last words came in a monotone, pure android. He shook his head, and spoke normally again. "Weird. But what's wrong with Dorothy?"
David moved over to her side and began disconnecting the cables attached to her reader port. "You would not have completed the transfer alone. She linked up with you, and sped up the process much more than I anticipated." He looked Roger in the eye. "You would not be alive now if not for her."
Roger beant over Dorothy, clasping her hand in his. "Awaken, my love. The task is done, you may rise." He stroked her hair, gently.
"Roger Smith, I had no idea you could be so poetic." Angel grinned at him. "Try the classic method of waking a sleeping beauty."
Roger smiled. "Always works in fairy tales." He leaned forward and met his lips with hers. For a moment, there was no reaction. Then one of her arms snaked behind his neck to pull him closer, and he felt her returning the kiss, passionately. When he backed up for a moment, Dorothy smiled at him. A real smile, not the attempts she had been making earlier.
"I knew...it would work..." She reached up and pulled him down for another kiss. They parted again, and Roger helped her to sit up. "I feel...somehow...different."
David looked at a display. "You are. While you were sifting through Roger's head, you copied a tiny part of it into yourself. From this recent display, I'd say it was his human ability to express emotions."
"But wait--I thought that androids weren't supposed to have emotions." Angel looked puzzled.
Roger grinned at her. "Well, I know two androids in this very room who most certainly do." He started to say more, but Dorothy reached around and pulled him to her lips yet again.