"Dear Diary, Roger confuses me. He acts like he loves me, but his
words are bitter. Since Norman's not here anymore, it seems I have taken
his role. Cooking, cleaning, I'm sick of it. I want to tell him how I feel,
but he wouldn't listen, I know he wouldn't. I figure that these thoughts
are going to eat my insides until I die. Why do I feel this way? Oh yeah,
it's because I'm human."
Dorothy closed her journal and lay back on her bed. If only I could say something, if only..." she thought. The doorbell rang, interrupting her thoughts. She heard Roger answering the door. Curious as to who had come to visit, she stood up and slowly walked down the hallway and down the stairs. She found Roger standing in the entrance hall, and he stood under a chandelier talking to... Angel.
Upon her presence, Roger and Angel stopped talking and looked at her. Dorothy had forgotten Angel didn't know about the AHTO, and she didn't recognize her.
"Roger, who is this young woman, and why haven't I heard about her?"
"Oh, but Angel, you do know who she is. That's Dorothy."
"Oh... I couldn't tell. She looked...different."
"Well, that's because she had an AHTO."
"A what?"
"An AHTO, an Android-Human Transfer Operation. They're very new, but useful."
Dorothy could tell Angel wasn't happy about that, she never liked Dorothy. She would have been even more furious if she had known what had gone on in the past few days.
"May I speak to you privately, Roger?"
"Is it so important that you can't say it here?"
"We can say it here, but SHE would have to leave."
Dorothy spoke up, "It's all right, and I was going to leave anyway. Goodbye, Angel."
"Goodbye, Dorothy."
Dorothy departed the entrance hall, but hid behind a door, eavesdropping on Roger and Angel's conversation. Back in the entrance hall, tensions elevated.
Roger raised his voice and it echoed though the mansion. "You talk like Dorothy is a filthy creature!"
"Well, that's what she is, right?"
"No! She's a human, just like you and me, although I think you are less a human being than she is."
"Roger, she's an android."
"She WAS an android, now she's human!"
"You're overly obsessive about her, but I don't see why. She's unusual."
"She's quite normal!"
"Can you hear yourself talking? I can't believe it! If I didn't know better, I'd say you're in love with this fictitious girl! You've always been this way ever since you met that damn android."
Roger slammed her against the wall. "She's a HUMAN BEING!"
Angel tilted her head to the side and smiled. "I'm right, I know I'm right. You don't want to admit that what I'm saying is true, do you? Do you? You always have to be right, Negotiator." She was cut off when Roger slapped her across the face.
"Get out of here, now."
"Fine then, next time you see me, it will be in hell!"
"Not a likely chance, I'm too good for hell."
Angel pushed Roger away and turned toward the door. She threw it open and stormed outside. He slammed the door shut and under his breath he muttered, "Bitch."
Dorothy closed her journal and lay back on her bed. If only I could say something, if only..." she thought. The doorbell rang, interrupting her thoughts. She heard Roger answering the door. Curious as to who had come to visit, she stood up and slowly walked down the hallway and down the stairs. She found Roger standing in the entrance hall, and he stood under a chandelier talking to... Angel.
Upon her presence, Roger and Angel stopped talking and looked at her. Dorothy had forgotten Angel didn't know about the AHTO, and she didn't recognize her.
"Roger, who is this young woman, and why haven't I heard about her?"
"Oh, but Angel, you do know who she is. That's Dorothy."
"Oh... I couldn't tell. She looked...different."
"Well, that's because she had an AHTO."
"A what?"
"An AHTO, an Android-Human Transfer Operation. They're very new, but useful."
Dorothy could tell Angel wasn't happy about that, she never liked Dorothy. She would have been even more furious if she had known what had gone on in the past few days.
"May I speak to you privately, Roger?"
"Is it so important that you can't say it here?"
"We can say it here, but SHE would have to leave."
Dorothy spoke up, "It's all right, and I was going to leave anyway. Goodbye, Angel."
"Goodbye, Dorothy."
Dorothy departed the entrance hall, but hid behind a door, eavesdropping on Roger and Angel's conversation. Back in the entrance hall, tensions elevated.
Roger raised his voice and it echoed though the mansion. "You talk like Dorothy is a filthy creature!"
"Well, that's what she is, right?"
"No! She's a human, just like you and me, although I think you are less a human being than she is."
"Roger, she's an android."
"She WAS an android, now she's human!"
"You're overly obsessive about her, but I don't see why. She's unusual."
"She's quite normal!"
"Can you hear yourself talking? I can't believe it! If I didn't know better, I'd say you're in love with this fictitious girl! You've always been this way ever since you met that damn android."
Roger slammed her against the wall. "She's a HUMAN BEING!"
Angel tilted her head to the side and smiled. "I'm right, I know I'm right. You don't want to admit that what I'm saying is true, do you? Do you? You always have to be right, Negotiator." She was cut off when Roger slapped her across the face.
"Get out of here, now."
"Fine then, next time you see me, it will be in hell!"
"Not a likely chance, I'm too good for hell."
Angel pushed Roger away and turned toward the door. She threw it open and stormed outside. He slammed the door shut and under his breath he muttered, "Bitch."