"It's hard to be nostalgic when you can't remember anything."-Unknown
Chapter 2
I look around. My vision comes back and my cooling system comes on. I am still where I was when I blacked out. I head back down the stairs. My emotions will not take over me like that again. I will not allow it. I hurry to the computer. I am quite tired. I move my hand over the touch- tone pad. It does not turn on. I look at my hand. I do not have fingerprints, so the computer does not recognize me as human. I become angered. I quickly turn to other ways of turning it on. I quickly try the retina identity system. It does not work. It can not see my retina because I do not have one. I become angered again. If only this idiotic computer had emotions as I do. I quickly try the password. A few things pass through my mind. I hate mornings? That is too easy. Big-O? No too obvious. It couldn't be Dorothy, could it? I don't even try that; I could not take the pain. I try subway. Doesn't work. I try police force. Not that either. Now I try Mother. It works and I am allowed passage. I think for a moment about a strange choice of password. He must not have known his mother. I pity him in a strange way. I realize that Norman must not even know his own children. A strange feeling envelops me. I know not what it is. I realize what I must look for. Although I already know who he was and what he did, I need to know more.
My creator.
Disclaimer: I do not own Big-O or any of its components or characters. I in no way take credit for them.
Chapter 2
I look around. My vision comes back and my cooling system comes on. I am still where I was when I blacked out. I head back down the stairs. My emotions will not take over me like that again. I will not allow it. I hurry to the computer. I am quite tired. I move my hand over the touch- tone pad. It does not turn on. I look at my hand. I do not have fingerprints, so the computer does not recognize me as human. I become angered. I quickly turn to other ways of turning it on. I quickly try the retina identity system. It does not work. It can not see my retina because I do not have one. I become angered again. If only this idiotic computer had emotions as I do. I quickly try the password. A few things pass through my mind. I hate mornings? That is too easy. Big-O? No too obvious. It couldn't be Dorothy, could it? I don't even try that; I could not take the pain. I try subway. Doesn't work. I try police force. Not that either. Now I try Mother. It works and I am allowed passage. I think for a moment about a strange choice of password. He must not have known his mother. I pity him in a strange way. I realize that Norman must not even know his own children. A strange feeling envelops me. I know not what it is. I realize what I must look for. Although I already know who he was and what he did, I need to know more.
My creator.
Disclaimer: I do not own Big-O or any of its components or characters. I in no way take credit for them.
