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Chapter 2

New possibilities

Roger jumped back and glared at her with a passionate anger, she'd been trying his character the minuet they'd met that morning. His cheeks turned an irritant pink, he moved forward to her hand.

"Actually it's for some else." He spoke through his teeth, trying not to upset her. He disconnected it and placed it back in it's case. He walked toward the door, placed on hand on the grip and then heard.

"So, you are in love with that fowl tempered android." She stood upright and ready for his counter but after moments of silence, she spoke again.

"Well, admit it!" He breathed deeply and thought it best not to argue with her.

"I have no time for your wild insinuations." She edge slightly back and watched him leave.

She knew all too well that she was right. Roger did love that android, even though she'd die a little each time she thought about it.

'Why Roger? I know he loves that mechanical doll. But why? She has no emotions, she's only there to serve him. I know I don't know the whole story, but; why? How can he love an emotionless machine?' A signal tear shed from her eye's, a twitch clenched at her heart - she was incapable to go after him and left in a loss.

The rain still poured, hitting her hood - it pattered soothingly and eased her worries. Worries of seeing him again, the look he'll have on his face. She'd probably move in soon and Dorothy would be left in the dark, left with her bleeding heart.

She walked aimlessly around the streets, just outside the domes. The buildings crumpled around her, people camped on the streets and watched her deviously as she walked past.

Unexpectedly one man called out to her. "Hey, got some spare cash?" Dorothy turned her head and then her body.

"Oh, it's you." She peered down at a grubby Beck, his hair shabby and his beard had grown long. She remembered when he began to wig out once, when she began to move without her memories. His clothes were ripped at the seems torn at the ends - as usual he looked a horrific state.

She began to walk away, when he got up and fell forward. His face landed on the cold concrete, he groaned and stood. Taking two steps forward he lifted his face and stride into a large lamp post. Dorothy just walked on, plainly ignoring him.

Soon he caught up and moved toward her, "so how are you and crow boy?" Dorothy kept walking.

"Roger is fine thank you."

"No I mean how are you and Roger?" Dorothy stopped suddenly and turned her head toward him.

"I don't understand; you mean - are Roger and I a couple?" Beck stared blankly at her. Shocked by her reply.

"Of course." Confusion littered her vision as she, in spite of her suffering, remained still.

"Roger and I aren't't like that." She stated with a saddened tone and began to walk again Her heart ached now more than ever. Beck had dug up her pain from the harsh truth, the truth that Roger would never love her.

"Why in the world not? You're perfect for each, you're both stiff, boring and do-gooders!!" He yelled, flinging his arms in the air.

She moved slightly faster as he began to wig again. He stopped a moment later and watched her leave. It suddenly came to him, he read her thoughts and could tell why she replied in that manner.

"So there's another women?" She stopped, as tears spilled again. Her memories flowed like her tears, swift and bitter. Beck slowly walked toward her, as he fleet her pain. He was about to hug her when he swiftly grabbed nothing but cool air. He looked ahead and saw her walking away.

His cheeks turned pink and he ran to catch her, instead of continuing on this topic, he change the subject.

"You know, it's really sad." Dorothy cried a little more.

"No, no not that, about our memories." He flung his hands up in defence and tried to calm her down. He placed his hands in his pockets and walked beside her.

She was soon calm and ready to listen to him. "Yes, continue."

"Well, I know that you know we both have these memories and that they are uncontrollable and wild. I mean, when they appear, they come up at any old time, don't they?" Dorothy nodded and allowed him to continue.

"Well, what if I told you there was a way to bring them back; the memories." Dorothy's eye's widened as her mind questioned the possibilities of this idea.

'If I were to regain my memories, maybe Roger would see me as more as a human and not an android. Maybe if I regain my memories of the original Dorothy, perhaps I'll be able to control my emotions. Then maybe Roger will fall in love with me because, having memories is what human's possess.' Her breath caught in her throat from excitement but she remained her usual soothingly calm emotion. She was about to accept her complete corporation when, she thought. Beck would never do this for free.

"Wait; what will you receive in return?" Beck jumped back, stunned at the thought of selflessness. He seemed almost offended that Dorothy would imply such a thing, however it was true that there was something in it for him.

"I'm shocked, I'm not like that anymore. I've turned over a new leaf and ready to correct my recent acts of crime with doing good." She kept her composure still, she never believed for a moment that Beck had change. This was the man that had kidnapped her three times.

"Why should I believe you? Jason Beck." His eye's bulged out as he covered her mouth.

"Shh, don't say my name out loud." Her eye's scanned him intensely, though she did not show facial emotion, Beck could sense what she was saying. Removing his hand, he began to walk away. In hopes that reverse physiology would waver her suspicions.

"Oh well, if you don't want your memories back; then fine." Beck waved his hand form side to side and walked away. Dorothy felt all hope slip away from her as she watched him drift further and further away.

"Wait; I will come - you have my corporation." His smile grew into a devious grin as he led them out of the streets.