Crying Piano~Part II
The Golden Ostrich
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Author's Note: I wasn't planning on extending this, but eh...what the hell...
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Dorothy has left to go perch on the edge of the roof again and gaze out at the dome tops. I myself have taken a seat at the shattered piano. How could an emotionless being have caused so much damage?
An how in the hell could an android shed tears?
She said she didn't know, so that leads me to believe that she simply has hidden functions to make her more humanlike. But as a machine, she should be aware of everything that she is...it's too human to not understand what you are.
My fingers trail over the cracked remains of the piano keys. What's tormenting her so that she could destory this? She's programmed to enjoy music, not mangle it. What could Professor Wayneright have put into her memories to frustrate her to the point of this needless violence?
I can feel the anger rising in my blood and I wonder why I care so much. She's only a machine; she has no heart or soul.
Dammit, that's not right either! She was formed in the essence of a once-living girl...is it possible that she could have taken on her spirit?
Is is possible that I actually...love this android?
I said they were perposterous insinuations when Angel suggested this, but now I'm beginning to doubt my overly-defensice tone. The thought of loving Dorothy is sounding less and less far-fetched lately. And if she's feeling all of these emotions...is it such an impossible theory?
Who's really to say that androids can't love? We don't know what makes humans able to love, so how can we be so sure that androids are lacking in this ability? They are 'living' in a sense; they certainly do exist. They have capabilities of thinking and reasoning...so why can't they love? The more I think about it, the more illogical it seems to simply assume they cannot.
And it would certainly justify my own affections that I've been continuely denying.
Or am I trying too hard to justify something so utterly unaccepted by society now or forty years ago?
Not that society can really be considered the supreme being when it comes to judgement. Perhaps it's time to withdraw from the arms of majority and learn to accept the previously unacceptable. We are now unhindered by memories...why not start anew?
No...we are not completely unhindered from memories. There is still the obsessive search to learn of their demise and to recover the shattered fragments that remain. Even androids such as Dorothy are hampered by them, or by the lack thereof. Memories are inevasible...
Dorothy walks back in, face now devoid of tears and manner recomposed.
"I am sorry about the piano, Roger."
"Eh, don't worry about it. I'll be able to sleep in now."
"Norman says he can repair it."
I roll my eyes and throw my hands up in the air. "I give up. You people just don't want me to sleep."
"We enjoy your company, Roger Smith."
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Author's Note: if there are any misspellings, I apologize...I'm working on a computer not yet an hour old and Word isn't installed, so I'm going by my instincts. I'll upload an edited version once everything is running properly, but I'm an impatient type and want this online NOW. Please review; feedback is greatly appreciated! *grin*
The Golden Ostrich
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Author's Note: I wasn't planning on extending this, but eh...what the hell...
* * *
Dorothy has left to go perch on the edge of the roof again and gaze out at the dome tops. I myself have taken a seat at the shattered piano. How could an emotionless being have caused so much damage?
An how in the hell could an android shed tears?
She said she didn't know, so that leads me to believe that she simply has hidden functions to make her more humanlike. But as a machine, she should be aware of everything that she is...it's too human to not understand what you are.
My fingers trail over the cracked remains of the piano keys. What's tormenting her so that she could destory this? She's programmed to enjoy music, not mangle it. What could Professor Wayneright have put into her memories to frustrate her to the point of this needless violence?
I can feel the anger rising in my blood and I wonder why I care so much. She's only a machine; she has no heart or soul.
Dammit, that's not right either! She was formed in the essence of a once-living girl...is it possible that she could have taken on her spirit?
Is is possible that I actually...love this android?
I said they were perposterous insinuations when Angel suggested this, but now I'm beginning to doubt my overly-defensice tone. The thought of loving Dorothy is sounding less and less far-fetched lately. And if she's feeling all of these emotions...is it such an impossible theory?
Who's really to say that androids can't love? We don't know what makes humans able to love, so how can we be so sure that androids are lacking in this ability? They are 'living' in a sense; they certainly do exist. They have capabilities of thinking and reasoning...so why can't they love? The more I think about it, the more illogical it seems to simply assume they cannot.
And it would certainly justify my own affections that I've been continuely denying.
Or am I trying too hard to justify something so utterly unaccepted by society now or forty years ago?
Not that society can really be considered the supreme being when it comes to judgement. Perhaps it's time to withdraw from the arms of majority and learn to accept the previously unacceptable. We are now unhindered by memories...why not start anew?
No...we are not completely unhindered from memories. There is still the obsessive search to learn of their demise and to recover the shattered fragments that remain. Even androids such as Dorothy are hampered by them, or by the lack thereof. Memories are inevasible...
Dorothy walks back in, face now devoid of tears and manner recomposed.
"I am sorry about the piano, Roger."
"Eh, don't worry about it. I'll be able to sleep in now."
"Norman says he can repair it."
I roll my eyes and throw my hands up in the air. "I give up. You people just don't want me to sleep."
"We enjoy your company, Roger Smith."
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Author's Note: if there are any misspellings, I apologize...I'm working on a computer not yet an hour old and Word isn't installed, so I'm going by my instincts. I'll upload an edited version once everything is running properly, but I'm an impatient type and want this online NOW. Please review; feedback is greatly appreciated! *grin*