Dorothy walked into the kitchen only to hear a yelp from Norman. She ran next to him as his hand began to bleed. "Norman, what happened?"
"I was just slicing some ham for breakfast and I cut my hand. It's nothing really."
Dorothy got a washcloth and wet it with cool water. She wrapped it around Norman's hand.
"Make sure you put a lot of pressure on it Norman. I'll finish making breakfast." Norman thanked her, put a fresh bandage on his hand, and went to do some repair work on Big O. Dorothy took the bloody washcloth from the counter and put it with the laundry. She looked at the blood, and then down at herself.
Dorothy brought the breakfast she had finished preparing out to the table, but found that Roger was still asleep. She sat down at the piano. As she played the tune, however, she made a mistake. Dorothy looked down at her hands in surprise and stopped playing.
'I guess perfection is sacrificed with humanity.' she thought.
Roger stirred in his bed, but for once decided not to get up and scream at Dorothy, because she had stopped playing. When he pulled himself out of bed ten minutes later, he found Dorothy eating and enjoying her ham and eggs.
"Good morning Roger!" she said with a smile.
Roger found himself staring at Dorothy, her smile intoxicating him. He managed to sit down without missing the chair, still keeping his gaze on her. Dorothy didn't notice him at all, she simply continued eating with gusto, enjoying every new flavor and texture.
Roger observed her carefully as they ate. It was clear that it was worth the money he put up for these changes, Dorothy was truly happy, something he wasn't sure she could feel before. All of this was so sudden, Roger hadn't prepared himself to see Dorothy acting so...well, normal!
When he'd finished with breakfast, Roger got showered and dressed. Later in the afternoon, he walked into the kitchen and found Norman and Dorothy having a lively conversation, a new twinkle in Dorothy's eyes. He cleared his throat, getting their attention.
"Sorry to interrupt. I have to go out, I'll see you later." Roger said, and he walked out of the room.
Norman nodded to Dorothy, she bit her bottom lip and leapt up from her chair. Roger was about to step into the elevator, when he heard Dorothy yell out to him.
"Roger, wait!" Dorothy bent over and caught her breath. "Let me go with you today!"
Roger shook his head. "I wish I could Dorothy, but where I'm going really isn't a place for a lady." Roger cocked an eyebrow as Dorothy's face suddenly brightened.
"I am a lady now aren't I? I'm so happy!" she said with a laugh. "But I really do want to go with you Roger. Please?!?!?"
Dorothy gave Roger a puppy face, and his will power suddenly crumbled and faded. He smiled and put his hand on her shoulder.
"Ok Dorothy, you can come with me, but I want you to be careful and quiet. Do you understand?"
Dorothy nodded her head with extreme enthusiasm and got into the elevator, winking to Norman, who had been listening from the doorway. The old butler laughed to himself.
'It's about time!' Norman thought as he continued his work.
Roger pulled over outside the old bar. Inside sat Big Ear. Roger had explained to Dorothy on the way there that Big Ear was where he got vital information which usually helped him greatly on his cases.
"No matter what is said," Roger explained. "Stay quiet and keep a stone face. Let me do the talking. I'll get you a drink if you'd like."
When Dorothy smiled brightly and nodded, Roger felt more at ease. They walked in and sat down next to Big Ear. Roger put some money on the table, and the elderly man put his newspaper down on top of it.
"This is a very dear friend of mine, Miss Dorothy Wayneright." Roger said. Big Ear nodded politely. "I'm going to go buy you a drink Dorothy, what would you like?"
Dorothy didn't know what to say, she'd never tasted drinks before.
"Surprise me, Roger." she said quickly with a wink.
Roger half smiled and proceeded to the bar. Big Ear silently read his newspaper. He knew who she was, this was the android girl that Roger had rescued.
Roger sat back down and set on the table a red drink with cherries floating at the top.
"It's called a Shirley Temple, I think you'll like it."
Dorothy took a sip of the drink and smiled.
"It's delicious Roger!" she said.
Roger smiled back and then turned his attention to the man sitting on his right. Big Ear spoke up.
"I hear there's some drastic discoveries in android enhancement being put into action." he said.
Dorothy heard, but remembered what Roger had said and concentrated on her drink. Roger thought Dorothy might get uncomfortable, and shot her a glance. She mouthed 'It's ok!' and they continued talking.
"Right. So who's this Don Zunich guy anyway?" Roger asked.
"Good question. Rumor has it that he is an escaped convict that was on death row when he was busted from prison."
"If he was busted out, then why haven't the military police come after him? He's in the phone book for God's sake, how obvious is that?"
"Don Zunich is an alias. His real name is Bartholomew Neilson, the son-in-law of the late Timothy Wayneright."
Dorothy's and Roger's eyes simultaneously widened. Dorothy returned her features back to normal and acted as though she wasn't paying attention, but continued to listen.
"What was he charged with?"
"He was charged with the murder of his young wife, Dorothy Wayneright. The girl was barely 24 years old when she died, and he murdered her when they were only six months into their marriage. However, they had been dating since they were kids, and during that time, he learned a great deal about androids from Wayneright."
"So why would he want to get back into a legitimate job after he broke out of prison?"
"Wayneright created an android that served as an exact replica of his dead daughter. Zunich is trying to get his hands on the look-alike of his dead wife."
Big Ear looked at Dorothy and kept eye contact with her. He continued.
"You, my dear, are his next target. Roger, don't let her anywhere near him."
Roger got up and motioned for Dorothy to follow. She stood and shook Big Ear's hand.
"It was a pleasure to meet you, sir." she said politely.
As she began to walk away, Big Ear gently took hold of her wrist. He looked tenderly into her eyes, and said in a fatherly tone,
"Be careful and take heed to my advice."
Dorothy nodded and thanked him. She caught up with Roger and followed him out to the car.
When Dorothy and Roger returned home, she thanked him for taking her along and went to her room to change for bed. Dorothy picked up her dirty dress and brought it down to the laundry room.
As she put her dirty laundry in its proper place, she saw in the garbage pail, the bloody washcloth that she had earlier used to clean Norman's wound. The red stains enthralled her, and a wave of envy suddenly washed over her. She pushed the sleeve of her black, silk nightgown up and stared down at the new blood flowing through her veins.
It was two in the morning, and Roger couldn't sleep. He had been tossing and turning all night. Then came a pain-filled shriek from outside his room.
Roger darted out into the hallway just as Norman was coming out of his room.
"Norman, did you hear that?" Roger asked.
"You weren't dreaming, sir. I heard it as well. It sounded like Dorothy!"
Moans suddenly came from the kitchen, Roger and Norman ran as quickly as they could. When they got there, they stopped dead in their tracks.
Dorothy was on the floor squirming in pain, a knife in one hand, her bleeding wrist pressed against her black nightgown. Norman immediately went to get the bandages as Roger took the knife from Dorothy's grip.
"Dorothy, why the hell did you do this to yourself?"
Beads of sweat were falling from her face.
"I wanted to know what it felt like to bleed!" she said with a weak smile.
They bandaged Dorothy up, and Roger sat with her until she fell asleep. When she had finally fallen into a peaceful slumber, Roger walked out of her room and gently closed the door. Norman had already cleaned the kitchen and gone to sleep.
Roger went back into his room and sat down on his bed.
"She wanted to know what it felt like to bleed." he said quietly to himself. "Good God!"
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~*Tori*~
"I was just slicing some ham for breakfast and I cut my hand. It's nothing really."
Dorothy got a washcloth and wet it with cool water. She wrapped it around Norman's hand.
"Make sure you put a lot of pressure on it Norman. I'll finish making breakfast." Norman thanked her, put a fresh bandage on his hand, and went to do some repair work on Big O. Dorothy took the bloody washcloth from the counter and put it with the laundry. She looked at the blood, and then down at herself.
Dorothy brought the breakfast she had finished preparing out to the table, but found that Roger was still asleep. She sat down at the piano. As she played the tune, however, she made a mistake. Dorothy looked down at her hands in surprise and stopped playing.
'I guess perfection is sacrificed with humanity.' she thought.
Roger stirred in his bed, but for once decided not to get up and scream at Dorothy, because she had stopped playing. When he pulled himself out of bed ten minutes later, he found Dorothy eating and enjoying her ham and eggs.
"Good morning Roger!" she said with a smile.
Roger found himself staring at Dorothy, her smile intoxicating him. He managed to sit down without missing the chair, still keeping his gaze on her. Dorothy didn't notice him at all, she simply continued eating with gusto, enjoying every new flavor and texture.
Roger observed her carefully as they ate. It was clear that it was worth the money he put up for these changes, Dorothy was truly happy, something he wasn't sure she could feel before. All of this was so sudden, Roger hadn't prepared himself to see Dorothy acting so...well, normal!
When he'd finished with breakfast, Roger got showered and dressed. Later in the afternoon, he walked into the kitchen and found Norman and Dorothy having a lively conversation, a new twinkle in Dorothy's eyes. He cleared his throat, getting their attention.
"Sorry to interrupt. I have to go out, I'll see you later." Roger said, and he walked out of the room.
Norman nodded to Dorothy, she bit her bottom lip and leapt up from her chair. Roger was about to step into the elevator, when he heard Dorothy yell out to him.
"Roger, wait!" Dorothy bent over and caught her breath. "Let me go with you today!"
Roger shook his head. "I wish I could Dorothy, but where I'm going really isn't a place for a lady." Roger cocked an eyebrow as Dorothy's face suddenly brightened.
"I am a lady now aren't I? I'm so happy!" she said with a laugh. "But I really do want to go with you Roger. Please?!?!?"
Dorothy gave Roger a puppy face, and his will power suddenly crumbled and faded. He smiled and put his hand on her shoulder.
"Ok Dorothy, you can come with me, but I want you to be careful and quiet. Do you understand?"
Dorothy nodded her head with extreme enthusiasm and got into the elevator, winking to Norman, who had been listening from the doorway. The old butler laughed to himself.
'It's about time!' Norman thought as he continued his work.
Roger pulled over outside the old bar. Inside sat Big Ear. Roger had explained to Dorothy on the way there that Big Ear was where he got vital information which usually helped him greatly on his cases.
"No matter what is said," Roger explained. "Stay quiet and keep a stone face. Let me do the talking. I'll get you a drink if you'd like."
When Dorothy smiled brightly and nodded, Roger felt more at ease. They walked in and sat down next to Big Ear. Roger put some money on the table, and the elderly man put his newspaper down on top of it.
"This is a very dear friend of mine, Miss Dorothy Wayneright." Roger said. Big Ear nodded politely. "I'm going to go buy you a drink Dorothy, what would you like?"
Dorothy didn't know what to say, she'd never tasted drinks before.
"Surprise me, Roger." she said quickly with a wink.
Roger half smiled and proceeded to the bar. Big Ear silently read his newspaper. He knew who she was, this was the android girl that Roger had rescued.
Roger sat back down and set on the table a red drink with cherries floating at the top.
"It's called a Shirley Temple, I think you'll like it."
Dorothy took a sip of the drink and smiled.
"It's delicious Roger!" she said.
Roger smiled back and then turned his attention to the man sitting on his right. Big Ear spoke up.
"I hear there's some drastic discoveries in android enhancement being put into action." he said.
Dorothy heard, but remembered what Roger had said and concentrated on her drink. Roger thought Dorothy might get uncomfortable, and shot her a glance. She mouthed 'It's ok!' and they continued talking.
"Right. So who's this Don Zunich guy anyway?" Roger asked.
"Good question. Rumor has it that he is an escaped convict that was on death row when he was busted from prison."
"If he was busted out, then why haven't the military police come after him? He's in the phone book for God's sake, how obvious is that?"
"Don Zunich is an alias. His real name is Bartholomew Neilson, the son-in-law of the late Timothy Wayneright."
Dorothy's and Roger's eyes simultaneously widened. Dorothy returned her features back to normal and acted as though she wasn't paying attention, but continued to listen.
"What was he charged with?"
"He was charged with the murder of his young wife, Dorothy Wayneright. The girl was barely 24 years old when she died, and he murdered her when they were only six months into their marriage. However, they had been dating since they were kids, and during that time, he learned a great deal about androids from Wayneright."
"So why would he want to get back into a legitimate job after he broke out of prison?"
"Wayneright created an android that served as an exact replica of his dead daughter. Zunich is trying to get his hands on the look-alike of his dead wife."
Big Ear looked at Dorothy and kept eye contact with her. He continued.
"You, my dear, are his next target. Roger, don't let her anywhere near him."
Roger got up and motioned for Dorothy to follow. She stood and shook Big Ear's hand.
"It was a pleasure to meet you, sir." she said politely.
As she began to walk away, Big Ear gently took hold of her wrist. He looked tenderly into her eyes, and said in a fatherly tone,
"Be careful and take heed to my advice."
Dorothy nodded and thanked him. She caught up with Roger and followed him out to the car.
When Dorothy and Roger returned home, she thanked him for taking her along and went to her room to change for bed. Dorothy picked up her dirty dress and brought it down to the laundry room.
As she put her dirty laundry in its proper place, she saw in the garbage pail, the bloody washcloth that she had earlier used to clean Norman's wound. The red stains enthralled her, and a wave of envy suddenly washed over her. She pushed the sleeve of her black, silk nightgown up and stared down at the new blood flowing through her veins.
It was two in the morning, and Roger couldn't sleep. He had been tossing and turning all night. Then came a pain-filled shriek from outside his room.
Roger darted out into the hallway just as Norman was coming out of his room.
"Norman, did you hear that?" Roger asked.
"You weren't dreaming, sir. I heard it as well. It sounded like Dorothy!"
Moans suddenly came from the kitchen, Roger and Norman ran as quickly as they could. When they got there, they stopped dead in their tracks.
Dorothy was on the floor squirming in pain, a knife in one hand, her bleeding wrist pressed against her black nightgown. Norman immediately went to get the bandages as Roger took the knife from Dorothy's grip.
"Dorothy, why the hell did you do this to yourself?"
Beads of sweat were falling from her face.
"I wanted to know what it felt like to bleed!" she said with a weak smile.
They bandaged Dorothy up, and Roger sat with her until she fell asleep. When she had finally fallen into a peaceful slumber, Roger walked out of her room and gently closed the door. Norman had already cleaned the kitchen and gone to sleep.
Roger went back into his room and sat down on his bed.
"She wanted to know what it felt like to bleed." he said quietly to himself. "Good God!"
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That's it for now. How is it so far? E-mail me at NeoTori7688@aol.com or leave a review to let me know. I love hearing from you! Thanks!
~*Tori*~