"Roger Smith, you are guilty. The crime you have committed... well, we thought, of all people, you wouldn't have been the offender. But now, you must be chastised. And your crime is punishable only by death."

"ROGER! NO!" Dorothy awoke from her dream.

Thanks to the technology developed over the years, androids could become more human-like. Roger had wanted her to be more human-like, so he decided to have Dorothy undergo an AHTO, an Android-Human Transfer Operation. The data in her mind was transferred to an empty human brain. Then, functions were loaded into the brain and new organs were placed into a human body. She was still half human, half android, but more human now. Dorothy was one of the first androids to undergo the procedure.

And this operation allowed her to have dreams, feelings, and thoughts of her own for the first time. Ever since she had gotten her new body, it was hell. New emotions, new sensations... and the nightmares. They came every night. And they seemed so real.

Dorothy got out of bed and walked cautiously to the full-length mirror. Her body now was so much more beautiful than her old one. She now had long black hair, violet eyes, a tall figure, and breasts.

"And yet, Roger is still in love with Angel. What does she have that I don't have now?" She thought.

She walked out to the living room. Roger wasn't up yet, and Norman was making breakfast in the kitchen.

"Good morning, Miss Wainwright... did you sleep well?"

"Um... yeah, sure. "

"You seem to be a little disturbed. Is there something wrong?"

Dorothy sat down on a stool and sighed. "Can I tell you something? I don't know if I could talk to Roger about it."

"Go ahead, I'll listen." "Norman, I'm in love with Roger."

"Well, I sort of noticed that. You've always seemed to be sweet on Roger."

"Yes, but he's in love with Angel."

"Dorothy, he may seem to love her, but you never know what a person is thinking unless you get inside their mind."

"I'm also having another problem."

"What's that?"

"I've been having visions lately, terrible visions. I think Roger is in danger."

"Oh, pish-posh. They're a just nightmare, that's all."

Dorothy looked away. "I hope you're right, Norman," she thought. "I hope you're right.

Roger awoke to the sounds of the piano playing "Moonlight Sonata." He crawled out from beneath his sheets. "Damn, I should have got rid of that piano a long time ago," he muttered.

He walked into the room with the piano. Dorothy didn't even see him; she just kept playing and playing. There was a look of pain and love in her face, a most peculiar expression.

"I knew you liked to play, but this is ridiculous. I wish to sleep in every once in a while."

Dorothy gasped and stopped playing. She turned around, and Roger saw fear in her eyes.

"It's almost noon."

"Oh... well... sorry about that."

"It's alright."

Roger left the room and found Norman cleaning the den.

"Why didn't you wake me? It's noon!"

"I thought you didn't want to be disturbed."

"But I overslept!"

"You returned home at 3 A.M. this morning..."

"That doesn't matter. You know, I've put up with your mistakes for a long time. Norman, I'm apologetic, but I'm letting you go, you're fired."

"But sir..."

"You're fired."

"I know, but how are you going to take care of this place?"

"Are you saying I can't do anything myself?"

"No, but..."

"Get out of my house, now."

Norman took off his apron and set his cleaning supplies on the floor. He turned, saying nothing, and walked out of the room. He went to his room to get his things. Dorothy met him at the door.

"Where are you going?"

"Away."

"Why?"

"Roger fired me."

"He fired you? - No! This isn't happening, you can't leave!"

"Yes I can, it's his orders."

"Well, take care of yourself, Norman."

"Don't worry about me, worry about yourself. Goodbye, Dorothy."

"Goodbye, Norman."

She watched as he walked out the door. Now her only confidante was gone. Roger just simply wouldn't understand...

Dorothy stormed into the den, where Roger was sitting. A fire was already blazing in the fireplace. He turned to her, and she cried out, "How could you do this? He was doing a good job!"

"We didn't need him anymore," he said. "We can take care of ourselves, we are not children! And if you don't watch it, you may not be living here anymore, either."

"You've changed, Roger, you've changed. You used to be so forgiving. What happened to, 'Cast in the name of God, ye not guilty'?"

"I was too forgiving to those who deserved to be punished."

They exchanged looks of fury. She saw something different in him, too different. Had evil consumed him? She had little doubt, but there was a possibility. He stood up and put his hands on her shoulders.

"Now, Dorothy, you're human now, you should begin acting human."

She broke away from him. She whispered, "You should begin acting human too."