I'm starting to get sick of saying this, but....
I don't own Big O
I don't own the characters
I am not making money
Lawyers, begone!
Act 24: The Sky is Falling...
Roger Smith awoke. That in itself was odd enough, because his new android body suposedley did not need to sleep. He had asked David's technicians to program that in, however, to make him feel he had not lost his humanity. Dorothy had mad a similar request, mainly because of her feelings for him, but partly because of her own desire to be more human than android, as he was. So, with the need for sleep merely simulated, he awoke.
The second odd thing about his waking was the unusual warmth lying next to him. A pleasant memory of the night before drifted lazily through his head. Dorothy was still sound 'asleep,' and he got out of bed gently, so as not to 'wake' her. He put on a bathrobe and stepped out onto the balcony.
Since he was in a city where most of the people could fly, the balcony was there primarily to facilitate landings and take-offs, but he had moved some of the indoor furniture out onto it for comfort. One thing to enjoy about the City of Angels; the sound of constant traffic was nonexistent, as was the slightly brown air that acommpanied roadways in Paradigm. He stood at the balcony's edge, watching the sunrise between two of the ivory towers that made up the city.
Dorothy came out to join him a few moments later. "Enjoying the view?" She put an arm around him and leaned her head on his shoulder.
"That, among other things."
"What sort of other things?"
Roger gently stroked one of her stray hairs. "Mainly what I'm going to do now. This city has almost no crime, so most of my skills as negotiator are useless. Big O is still in the repair bay, and there's no guarantee I'll need to pilot him again." He gazed up at a lone figure, winging its way from tower to tower. "I'm just not sure what they want me here for."
"You know how to pilot Big O better than any of them, Roger. If this city has need of him, you are the person to call. That makes you invaluable to them." She looked up at him, mischief in her eyes. "And if you've run out of things to do in your spare time, I have a few suggestions."
He chuckled. "Not this morning, dearest. David and Angel have a few things they wanted to talk about, and if I don't get moving soon I'll be late."
Dorothy feigned astonishment. "Roger Smith, such a dirty mind! I was going to try and teach you to play the piano."
Roger looked down at her in genuine surprise. "You think I'd have the patience for it? And you think you can talk me into believing it's a good idea?"
"I have the feeling I can talk you into anything I want, Mr. Negotiator."
"Ah, Roger, there you are! I was starting to get worried." David stepped around the desk. "Follow me, we're going downstairs. To the Hangar." The Hangar had been built to house both Big O and Big Duo, and had repair & maintenance facilities for both.
"Where's Angel? I thought she was coming."
"She had a few errands to run, said she'd be along in about thirty minutes. Come on, I want to show you some of the new toys we've cooked up for you."
I don't own Big O
I don't own the characters
I am not making money
Lawyers, begone!
Act 24: The Sky is Falling...
Roger Smith awoke. That in itself was odd enough, because his new android body suposedley did not need to sleep. He had asked David's technicians to program that in, however, to make him feel he had not lost his humanity. Dorothy had mad a similar request, mainly because of her feelings for him, but partly because of her own desire to be more human than android, as he was. So, with the need for sleep merely simulated, he awoke.
The second odd thing about his waking was the unusual warmth lying next to him. A pleasant memory of the night before drifted lazily through his head. Dorothy was still sound 'asleep,' and he got out of bed gently, so as not to 'wake' her. He put on a bathrobe and stepped out onto the balcony.
Since he was in a city where most of the people could fly, the balcony was there primarily to facilitate landings and take-offs, but he had moved some of the indoor furniture out onto it for comfort. One thing to enjoy about the City of Angels; the sound of constant traffic was nonexistent, as was the slightly brown air that acommpanied roadways in Paradigm. He stood at the balcony's edge, watching the sunrise between two of the ivory towers that made up the city.
Dorothy came out to join him a few moments later. "Enjoying the view?" She put an arm around him and leaned her head on his shoulder.
"That, among other things."
"What sort of other things?"
Roger gently stroked one of her stray hairs. "Mainly what I'm going to do now. This city has almost no crime, so most of my skills as negotiator are useless. Big O is still in the repair bay, and there's no guarantee I'll need to pilot him again." He gazed up at a lone figure, winging its way from tower to tower. "I'm just not sure what they want me here for."
"You know how to pilot Big O better than any of them, Roger. If this city has need of him, you are the person to call. That makes you invaluable to them." She looked up at him, mischief in her eyes. "And if you've run out of things to do in your spare time, I have a few suggestions."
He chuckled. "Not this morning, dearest. David and Angel have a few things they wanted to talk about, and if I don't get moving soon I'll be late."
Dorothy feigned astonishment. "Roger Smith, such a dirty mind! I was going to try and teach you to play the piano."
Roger looked down at her in genuine surprise. "You think I'd have the patience for it? And you think you can talk me into believing it's a good idea?"
"I have the feeling I can talk you into anything I want, Mr. Negotiator."
"Ah, Roger, there you are! I was starting to get worried." David stepped around the desk. "Follow me, we're going downstairs. To the Hangar." The Hangar had been built to house both Big O and Big Duo, and had repair & maintenance facilities for both.
"Where's Angel? I thought she was coming."
"She had a few errands to run, said she'd be along in about thirty minutes. Come on, I want to show you some of the new toys we've cooked up for you."