Goodbye, Pero...

© 2003 Victoria Thripp. All rights reserved. Distribution of any kind is prohibited without the written consent of Victoria Thripp.

Disclaimer:

I don't own Big O, R. Dorothy, Roger Smith, or Pero (though I wish I did) -- just this story.

Author's Notes: After watching the episode where Dorothy has this brief encounter with Pero the kitten, I felt compelled to write this short short.

I still haven't solved the mystery of why my docs aren't properly formatted, which is why where there should be italics, a double colon (::) appears instead. If you'd like to view the short piece the way I had intended it to be, please hop on over to my website (see my profile for the url), thanx.

Acknowledgements: As always, thank you E.V., for your constructive critique and ruthless editing.

How to read the text:

double colon "::" = R. Dorothy's thoughts

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::Pero...

I understand why you chose to go.

But still, I miss you...::

The words ran through R. Dorothy's mind as she sat on the railing of Roger's balcony, looking out over the darkened city.

::Miss? I. Miss. Pero.::

She repeated the words to herself, to the gentle wind and warm rain.

::Strange.

Is what's happening to me called "feeling?"

Are robots supposed to feel?::

She tilted her face up to catch the sky's tears.

::The rain on my cheeks is warm. The rain reminds me of you, Pero. It will always remind me of you.::

The rain fell harder, but she stayed where she was, unblinking, looking up into the gray-black clouds.

::Goodbye...::