15 Shades of Gray
By: Haruka-chan
Chapter 2: Down Flash Back Lane
It was a usual at the Smith household, where Roger went of on some job, while Dorothy and Norman cleaned, cooked and did what ever was needed to be done. Dorothy though liked handling hard jobs. And as usual she would walk to the deli to pick up honey and milk, which for some reason Roger was very fond of. She walked around the dreadful city, this was the first time she was actually looking at it, not listening for trouble or fulfilling that thirst of curiosity in her. Dorothy noticed for the first time the smile that was on the faces of these people with no memories and found smiling faces. They were happy despise their lose of maybe something precious from their past. Dorothy walked towards the flower shop. She watched as the woman handed a couple a bouquet. To her they looked happy; in fact they were happy as far as she was concerned. If she was to voice what she really thought of these pointless search of memories she might lose one of her own. She held her tongue of fear.
Yes Dorothy Waynewright was afraid. She was afraid that if she said those things to Roger or to those who were on this chase, or even to herself she would be looked down by Roger, that he might not even want her around like the way he did now. As much as she knew it and denied it she owed him, she owed him a lot, and wanted to share a lot with him as well, these feelings weren't in her program, but in her own memories. No the memories of the human Dorothy Waynewright. Dorothy shook her head lightly and walked into the flower shop.
"Hello dear may I help you?" asked the woman.
Dorothy looked at her. "No not really" she said.
The woman laughed.
"Is there something funny?" she asked.
"You look so strangely familiar to me, I just don't remember where I have seen you before" she said.
Dorothy said nothing as she touched the roses that gleamed.
"Funny isn't it how the white roses stand out more then the black ones in this city?" asked the woman.
"I suppose its because this city is so dreadfully gloomy" said Dorothy.
The woman nodded. "Your like a white rose" she said handing one to her.
Dorothy took it and looked at it for a moment. Suddenly a hot white flash flew by her eyes, as she saw images of someone she couldn't see who it was, no she was looking through the eyes of the person, as she laughed and held the white rose in her hand.
"Thank you papa you know I love these," said the person.
"Oh Dorothy your so much like a white rose" said the woman standing next to the man.
Dorothy gasped as she stepped away from the counter and dropped the white rose.
"Dear are you ok?" she asked.
Dorothy looked at the white rose she picked it up. "I'll take a dozen," said Dorothy.
The woman smiled and worked on packing the roses.
'Those were 'her' memories' thought Dorothy as she watched the woman.
She hummed with a smile as she tied the ribbon. "Here you are dear," she said.
"Thank you," she said handing her the necessary amount before she was on her way again.
Things weren't making sense to her. She wasn't the type of android that could evolve was she? No of course then she would have known it by now. She had a self-learning program, but that memory flash was one of her human self. Dorothy started to wonder if she was slowly consuming memories. She looked at the sky that was clouded, not at all like the dream place where Roger had taken her.
She walked back to the mansion and was welcomed by both Norman and Roger.
"What are you doing home?" she asked not sounding at all like herself.
Norman raised an eyebrow. "Are those for me?" asked Norman looking at the roses in her arms.
Dorothy looked down at them forgetting that she was still standing there. "Norman when you look at these what do you think of?" asked Dorothy.
Roger looked at her from where he sat. She seemed different; completely unlike the calm care free Dorothy. "Dorothy is everything all right?" asked Roger standing up and placing his hand on her shoulder.
She looked at him. And just then there was another flash.
"Oh I'm sorry I wasn't looking where I was going" she heard herself say.
She looked up at the handsome man who smiled at her and nodded.
"No I'm the one to blame," he said giving her his hand to help her up.
Dorothy gasped and stepped away from his touch.
"Miss. Dorothy?" asked Norman.
"Roger tell me what you know of my creator, my papa," she said.
Roger's face took on a look of both worry and curiosity. "Dorothy why would you want to know, I mean I'm sure you know everything I know" he said.
Dorothy shook her head lightly. "No I want to know more about him, I want to know of everything," said Dorothy.
Roger nodded as he led her towards his office. She followed the roses still in her arms. When they were in his office he closed the door and looked at her.
"What's up Dorothy?" he asked.
"I want to know about my creator that is all" she said.
Roger reluctantly placed his hand on her shoulder.
Dorothy closed her eyes.
"Oh stop it! I'm serious if you tickle me again I'll eat all of it!" she exclaimed.
The man pouted, "Really?" he asked.
"Roger!" she exclaimed.
Dorothy's eyes widen as she turned and faced him.
"Never mind" she said as she walked towards the door.
"Dorothy..." he called.
She said nothing as she walked out. Dorothy found herself in front of the piano. She sat down and looked down at the keys. It was different, the notes were all different from any she had seen, and they were newly composed. She touched the keys as if testing herself to have another flash back.
'That was Roger...' she thought.
This was the first time she wondered what it would be like if she wasn't just created to serve a old man's wish for a lost daughter. It was now that she wondered if he made her for another purpose. She pressed down on the high C cord and then the B. Her memories where coming in a jumbled fashion and it was up to her to compose them together. She was going to find out everything about herself.
Roger watched her. She seemed lost, something you don't see androids being, for they have a mapped out program of what they are to do, but Dorothy didn't follow any of those rules. She played music, she annoyed him, she made him smile, she saved him from danger and she was really advance in everything. Even her memories were far more important then his own. He looked down at the envelope that was address to her. He had found this when he first met her and thought that it might come in handy one of these days, he never opened it, but he decided that tonight he was going, but not alone.