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Chapter 1: Modification
She strode quietly into his room, her black dress swirling about her. There he was, lying in the center of his large bed, covered in the silky black sheets, sleeping. She placed herself next to his bed and stroked his cheek softly. She gazed upon him, relishing the feeling of being so close to him. 'Too bad he doesn't see me the way I see him,' she thought. She leaned down and kissed his cheek softly. "I love you, Roger Smith," she whispered before disappearing down the hall to the piano. A single tear fell from her eye as she played.
"R. DOROTHY WAYNEWRIGHT! STOP THAT RACKET!" Roger screamed. He tried desperately to cover his ears as the murder of Mozart continued. Dorothy mentally smirked and continued to play her concerto. Roger finally rose and walked to the room from which the noise came from. Dorothy stopped her playing and looked at him, standing there, hair disheveled, shirt unbuttoned, seething.
"You are late, Roger Smith," she stated matter-of-factly. "You did not forget about the meeting with Mr. John Alex did you? Was he not supposed to be upgrading me?" He smiled at her.
'Shit, that was today?' "Of course not. Why would I forget something so important?" he said, trying to sound angry. She looked down at the floor, seeming hurt.
"Are you angry with me Roger? If you do not want me updated..." she trailed off. He frowned mentally at himself. He knew how sensitive she'd become since she'd realized she could show human emotions. A small tear slipped down her cheek. He never noticed.
"No, I'm not angry, just grumpy. You know how I am in the morning," he paused, lifting her chin so she looked him in the eye. For a moment, he thought he saw a flash of something, but then it was gone. "There now. See, it's ok, Dorothy." She looked at him and turned her head.
"Roger, you may want to get dressed now," she spoke. He sensed the change to her voice and mentally shrugged. He then nodded and retreated back to his room to dress. Norman strode into the room and looked at her.
"Is everything alright Miss Dorothy? You seem distraught," he spoke, sounding concerned. She looked up at him and sighed.
"No, I'm fine Norman. Thank you for asking though," she replied.
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Roger sighed while searching through the closet for something to wear. The color was no problem because everything was black. He'd managed to find a pair of clean black slacks but a shirt was another matter. Searching for another minute he pulled out a black button-down shirt. It was the one Dorothy had bought for him last year for Heaven's Day. He smiled. Slipping it on and buttoning it up he grabbed his shoes and marched down stairs.
Upon seeing Dorothy, his heart did a flip flop. She looked so saddened and depressed. Her earlier question still rung in his mind. 'If we both lost our memories, would we fall in love as well?' He sighed, startling her reverie. "Are you ready, Roger?" she questioned in the monotone he loved so well.
"Yes Dorothy, we can go now," he responded. She opened the door and they walked to the griffon. The pair sped off to pay Mr. Alex a visit.
On the way there, Dorothy looked out the window and sighed. She looked so upset and confused that Roger could barely take it. As they arrived at the building he looked at her and spoke. "Dorothy, what is wrong?" She did not respond. He questioned again and again gained no answer. He shrugged and they entered the office.
"Good day Mr. Smith. My what a lovely android you have here. She is outdated though," he paused. Dorothy cringed at the word 'android'. Roger nodded to the man.
"Thank you for doing this for her," he responded. The man shook his hand and led him aside.
"Would you like us to do anything else. Any modifications?" he questioned. Roger shook his head.
"Not unless she wants it done. Just the things we discussed will be fine," he spoke. "I think that is enough payment for the recovery of your daughter." The man nodded. Roger strode to her side and whispered into her ear. "They will take good care of you. If you want anything else done, just tell them," he paused, patting her back reassuringly, "I will be back in 4 days. Goodbye Dorothy." He waived as he exited.
"Goodbye, Roger," she spoke. She turned to the doctors, "Can you make me into a real woman?" They nodded. "Then do it."
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Roger tossed and turned in the bed. 'Why can't I sleep?' he thought to himself. He turned over and tried desperately for sleep to overtake him. But to no avail. All he could think of was Dorothy. Was she alright? What was happening to her? Was she scared or happy?
He'd never quite realized until now just how much he'd really needed her. He suddenly found himself comparing every woman he'd ever met to her. None of them quite measured up to her. Dorothy. His Dorothy. 'Whoa, where did that one come from? She doesn't see me that way,' he thought. He frowned and took off his shirt. "Maybe I'll be comfortable now," he spoke to himself.
Roger pulled the black silky bed sheets over his body and placed his hands behind his head. And so he sat, thinking about the young android woman who lived in his house, who abided by his rules, and who woke him up every morning with the horrible noise that he grew to know as an alarmclock. He smirked. She definitely was unique. "And that, I suppose is why I love her so," he mused aloud. "I just wish she was home."
***3 Days Later***
Dorothy was lying in the darkened room. She rose and strode to the mirror in the corner. She touched her face, surprised that she felt the soft caress of her own finger tips. She smiled, also amazed at that she could now smile. She slipped off her dress. There before her stood the body of a human woman. She smiled seeing that her breasts perked up in the cold air. She looked lower to the locks of reddish curls nestled at the apex of her creamy thighs.
"I am now a real woman," she mused. However, still she was mostly mechanical. Her hair could grow, her heart would beat, but it was still mechanical underneath. But she didn't care, she felt real. And that, to her, was all that mattered.
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"Hello, Roger Smith, she's this way," the young woman smiled at him. He smiled right back. He did enjoy his flirtations with the ladies. Who was he kidding? It was his hidden mission in life. He followed her closely to the lab. Behind those heavy steel doors stood the one sight that would make or break his day. And there she was... Dorothy.
She stood wearing a long black dress that brushed the ground. The top was an open weave barely showing her black lace bra. She held in her tiny hands a simple black satin hand bag and she wore on her auburn haired head a wide brimmed sun hat, also in black. She was breathtaking, the epitome of beauty.
He strode to her side and looked at her. Her auburn hair was longer and she was smiling. "Hello Roger. I've missed you," she spoke as she moved to kiss his cheek. He embraced her and she embraced him back.
"Hello Dorothy. I've missed you as well. It will be good to have you home," he responded. She smiled at him. Every movement she made was beautiful to his eyes. Every smile he secretly stored away in his mind to remember them for eternity. He took her hand in his own, relishing the slight contact between the two. He smiled at her. "Are you ready to leave?" he questioned her. She nodded. He then thanked the doctors and Mr. Alex and left.
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The ride home was a silent one. Dorothy looked out of the window and Roger stole glances at her. She was truly amazing. So beautiful to his eyes. Since the first day he'd met her he loved her. It was as though she'd been sent just for him. Before that, his life was an empty jumble of woman and alcohol. True, he did still enjoy the occasional shot of bourbon from time to time but he didn't drink near as much as he used to.
She'd done that. Their incessant bickering replaced the booze. It was wonderful to have someone point out his flaws and strengths. No other could do it. The other woman he'd been with always agreed with him and sweet talked him as much as he did them. They agreed and giggled, stroked and kissed, and he would wake up to an empty bed in the morning.
Even after she'd moved in the woman were still invited over. And so the vicious cycle continued on. He'd sleep with one to ease the pain and they would throw him away like yesterday's news paper. So then he moved on to the next, gaining the title of 'Playboy'. Which, really he never was. It wasn't his fault, it was theirs, they threw him away.
He sighed. She turned her attention to Roger. He seemed so upset. "Do you not like me now, Roger?" she inquired, a tinge of pain staining her voice.
"No, I love the way you are now, just as I did before. I was just thinking, that's all Dorothy," he replied. Startled by his words, she turned back to the window. They arrived at the mansion to see Norman standing in the doorway. He greeted her warmly, hugging her. She smiled and returned the embrace.
"Dinner will be ready soon, Master Roger," he spoke. Roger nodded and wandered off to see Dorothy.
She sat on her bed looking at herself in the mirror. Roger walked in and stared at her. She turned to him. "Don't like the way you look Dorothy?" he inquired. She shook her head.
"No, I do like it, I just have to get used to feeling the cold. I didn't know the winter was so cold," she responded while walking to him. "Why? Do I not please you Master Roger?" she questioned him. He shook his head.
"Don't call me 'Master'. And you do please me, Dorothy. You please me a lot," he spoke, inching closer to her. He reached out his arms and found her climbing into his embrace. He looked down into her eyes and smiled.
"Roger, what are you doing?" she asked him. He just smiled.
"I want to kiss you, Dorothy," he said softly before inching closer to her. As he was about to press his lips to hers Norman's voice rang out.
"Dinner Master Roger," he spoke outside the door. Roger frowned and looked into her eyes. They were filled with want and need. Lust and love.
"I suppose we must eat. We'll continue this later, my dear," he whispered into her ear. She smirked. 'Yes we will,' she thought.
Outside the balcony doors, unnoticed by the pair, stood Angel. She clenched and unclenched her fists, anger burning in her eyes. "Enjoy what you have now, Dorothy. For you will not have him for long," she smirked. "Yes, Roger, you WILL be mine." And with that she left.
A.N: Is it any good so far? I hope I have your attention now. In the next chapter: Roger, fresh from the shower... *drool* *-* yay! Anyways I'm off to start the next chapter. As always REVIEW!!! Luv you guys!
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