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Chapter Two
That damn robot!
Roger lay in his bed for a moment listening to the piano playing loudly and with a vengeance in the next room. His head throbbed. What is this, a racetrack? Sounds like the goddamn William Tell Overture… Damn robot…
Curses and only partly-enthused malice ran through his thoughts as sleep tried to cover him like a warm wool blanket. As the piece played itself into metso-piano, and the notes reached an almost unbearably fast tempo, he stopped mid sleep-addled curse. He couldn't quite get back his train of thought. For a moment he felt as if something had been revealed to him, something deep, and rich, and warm… Like a brief taste of dark and succulent chocolate. Maybe this song wasn't so bad after all.
And as soon as he thought it, he shook his head, and threw his bed-sheets onto the floor, which ballooned and then lazily settled into stillness. He was supposed to be angry at these little morning escapades. They disturbed his sleep, damn it! True, if he had an alarm clock, it would do the same, but still! It was the concept of the thing!
Striding over to the door, he paused, and opened it as quietly as he could. He held his breath.
He could see Dorothy's face over the top of the black and well-polished piano.
She almost ruthlessly pounded the keys with her smooth and delicate-looking fingers, obviously oblivious to his presence. The piano's top was opened and propped up, and there she sat, music ringing as beautifully as the day Mozart himself played it, staring into the dark box where the strings resided. Not sure if he was imagining it, he thought he could see an expression of rapt attention. She stared as though her life depended on it. He almost laughed at himself when he thought, she looks so sad… And immediately closed his door.
It's an android you're dealing with here, he scolded himself. Not possible. Not possible.
That's right, he thought. Just an android… Right?
Anger suddenly boiled up, and he raged, how dare she? How dare she play something like this?
He opened his door pompously, shooting a scathing glance over at the android. Her face was expressionless once more, and he almost sighed in relief.
No more of that. Thank god.
And as she started to play the piece once again, he nearly ran out of the room in a panic, heading straight for the dining room. Breakfast would be there. Delicious coffee. He would eat quickly and leave before he had to see her again. He smiled faintly, feeling slightly relieved at the thought.
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*booty dances* I'm bored. Go on to the next chapter if you feel like it. It's all edited and pretty now. See the majestic moose. Moooooo. OMG, can you die from boredom? *panics*