I've said it before and I wish I didn't have to say it again: I DO NOT OWN BIG O OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS. I AM NOT MAKING MONEY WHEN I PUBLISH THESE STORIES. IF YOU CAME HERE LOOKING FOR A LAWSUIT, THEN BUGGER OFF!!!!!
Dorothy tracked Roger up to the room he had seen the light in. The entire building appeared to have once been a library. Roger was poking around, looking for anything that could have caused the light.
Dorothy sighed again at his behavior, then began pacing the lines of shelves. Hundreds of books, their covers and names faded, lined them. She pulled one book from the shelf, and opened it. A plume of dust spewed forth, causing her to blink for some reason. The writing, when she could see it, was faded and barely legible. She turned a few pages, but the rest of the text was the same. She was putting the book back when she heard a creak behind her.
"Roger?" Dorothy turned, but there was nothing there. She faced forward again and looked straight into a pair of electric blue eyes. Roger heared her scream on the far side of the library, and rushed to the source.
Dorothy was hastily retreating from the thing, but it advanced faster. She turned to flee, but strong arms reached out and grabbed her neck. The grip was powerful, so much so that she could not break free. Dorothy was lifted into the air. Then, she heard Roger yelling incoherently, and she was dropped. Her attacker spun to face Roger, just in time to take his foot full in the face. It flew over Dorothy, who was now lying on the floor, and landed in a shower of sparks farther down the aisle. Roger was instantly over her.
"I'm alright. Just a little...um..."
"I think it's called fear, Dorothy. You, the superior android, were scared."
She glared at him. "So what if I was?" He helped her to stand. "What is it? Or rather, what was it?"
Roger stepped past her and turned the inert form over, onto it's back. He withdrew slightly in shock. "It's...an android...but the like of which I've never seen."
The android was in tattered rags, though now they could be made out as a faded uniform in sky blue. The machine itself was harsh and undisguised, the metal skeleton showing wherever the cloth had parted. Impact with Roger's foot had partially crushed the head.
"I suppose they must have used it as a librarian here...forty years ago. But then why did it attack us? Could it have gone mad in that time? Can androids go mad at all?" Dorothy looked at Roger, puzzled.
"I don't know, Dorothy, but--look there!" She turned in the direction he pointed, and saw a pale blue light shining through the shelves. It was moving to the exit. Once again Roger leapt to his feet and gave pursuit. Once again, Dorothy followed at her own pace.
Dorothy tracked Roger up to the room he had seen the light in. The entire building appeared to have once been a library. Roger was poking around, looking for anything that could have caused the light.
Dorothy sighed again at his behavior, then began pacing the lines of shelves. Hundreds of books, their covers and names faded, lined them. She pulled one book from the shelf, and opened it. A plume of dust spewed forth, causing her to blink for some reason. The writing, when she could see it, was faded and barely legible. She turned a few pages, but the rest of the text was the same. She was putting the book back when she heard a creak behind her.
"Roger?" Dorothy turned, but there was nothing there. She faced forward again and looked straight into a pair of electric blue eyes. Roger heared her scream on the far side of the library, and rushed to the source.
Dorothy was hastily retreating from the thing, but it advanced faster. She turned to flee, but strong arms reached out and grabbed her neck. The grip was powerful, so much so that she could not break free. Dorothy was lifted into the air. Then, she heard Roger yelling incoherently, and she was dropped. Her attacker spun to face Roger, just in time to take his foot full in the face. It flew over Dorothy, who was now lying on the floor, and landed in a shower of sparks farther down the aisle. Roger was instantly over her.
"I'm alright. Just a little...um..."
"I think it's called fear, Dorothy. You, the superior android, were scared."
She glared at him. "So what if I was?" He helped her to stand. "What is it? Or rather, what was it?"
Roger stepped past her and turned the inert form over, onto it's back. He withdrew slightly in shock. "It's...an android...but the like of which I've never seen."
The android was in tattered rags, though now they could be made out as a faded uniform in sky blue. The machine itself was harsh and undisguised, the metal skeleton showing wherever the cloth had parted. Impact with Roger's foot had partially crushed the head.
"I suppose they must have used it as a librarian here...forty years ago. But then why did it attack us? Could it have gone mad in that time? Can androids go mad at all?" Dorothy looked at Roger, puzzled.
"I don't know, Dorothy, but--look there!" She turned in the direction he pointed, and saw a pale blue light shining through the shelves. It was moving to the exit. Once again Roger leapt to his feet and gave pursuit. Once again, Dorothy followed at her own pace.