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THE BIG O Presents:

It’s Just a Dream, Roger

By GalaxyD

Chapter Two: Both Proud and Ashamed

The next morning when he saw her on the other end of the breakfast table he just couldn’t keep quiet. “Dorothy?” he asked as after he started on his eggs. “Do you watch me while I sleep?”

“Sometimes,” she admitted. “You haven’t been sleeping very well lately and I’m getting concerned.”

“Isn’t that a dreadful invasion of my privacy?” The question was out of his mouth before he could stop it.

“I prefer to think of it as being watched over by someone who cares about you.”

“Someone who cares?” Roger repeated. “Is it possible for an android to actually care about someone?”

“Apparently,” she said calmly. “Is it possible for a human to?”

Roger snorted in laughter despite himself. “Good one.”

“Thank you.”

“Dorothy?”

“Yes Roger?”

“Do you… do you… feel an obligation towards me?” he asked timidly.

“Of course I do,” she said calmly. “You saved my life and took me in when I had nowhere to go. You take care of me and protect me. I would be a louse if I didn’t feel an obligation towards you.”

Roger wanted to ask her more questions but he was self-conscious with his butler Norman in the room. “Norman? Were you aware that R Dorothy was watching me sleep at night?”

“Why yes,” the elderly valet admitted. “She was concerned about you and we both agreed that since Miss Dorothy doesn’t need to sleep like we do she was the natural choice to watch over you.”

“Thanks,” Roger grunted sarcastically.

“Not at all,” Norman said proudly. “Remember what I said when she first moved in? ‘She can help me look after you.’ Now I have more time for other duties, like taking care of Big O.”

“Very convenient,” Roger muttered. Had Norman put her up to that? It seemed unbelievable but so was what had happened last night. What now? Should he confront her about it when she was alone or should he just pretend to go to sleep tonight and see what happens?

That evening, Roger lay in his bed and pretended to sleep. He listened and opened an eye. A shadow was behind the door. Dorothy was standing there waiting for him to pass out. He closed his eyes and made loud snoring noises. No response. He opened an eye again. The door was still closed, and the shadow was still behind the door. She would probably stand there all night until she woke him up by playing the piano in the parlor just outside his bedroom.

Okay, if it wasn’t him falling asleep that made her sneak in what was it? Thinking back, he hadn’t found her in his room every night. Both nights he had been having nightmares before having a really good dream. He had a feeling he knew where the good dreams were coming from. But would she respond if he was having a nightmare?

Time to put his theory to the test. He closed his eyes and grunted painfully. “No!” he shouted. “Get away from me! Go away!” Better not overdo it, he decided. She’ll come in here and ask what’s wrong and you’ll feel like an idiot Roger Smith. Wait a second. The heater was coming on! The door was opening!

As silent as a ghost, Dorothy Wayneright tiptoed over to his side. “It’s all right Roger,” she whispered in his ear. “You’re safe. You’re safe now.”

Roger flinched at her words and gulped loudly, but his eyes remained shut. Sure enough, he felt the blankets open and little hands open his pajama bottoms. Omigod! This wasn’t a hallucination! This was really happening!

“I love you and won’t let anything happen to you,” the android murmured huskily into his ear. “I love you and I’ll do anything for you.”

ANYTHING? Roger gulped, but fortunately Dorothy seemed to think it was his dreams that made him look so distressed. His eyes opened when he felt her little hand fondle him and felt a gentle kiss on his lips.

“DOROTHY!”

Caught in the act, the girl froze, not moving a servo. “It’s just a dream Roger,” her quiet voice said from out of the darkness. “You’re very tired and you’re having a dream. You can go back to sleep now.”

“Get off me!” he ordered as he tried to sit up and reach for the lamp, but now Dorothy was holding him down. He was able to sit up when she released him and ran out of his room before the light came on. “Dorothy!” he called as he pulled up the pants of his pajamas. “R Dorothy Wayneright! Get in here right now!” No answer. He got out of bed, put on his slippers and bathrobe and started after her.

Roger’s home was a white tower that used to be a bank building. It was a skyscraper. Even though much of it had been hollowed out to hide a giant robot there was still a lot of rooms to search, and Roger gave up after checking two floors. As he came back upstairs he spotted her on the rooftop patio. She was standing on the stone railing like she often did. She must have doubled back when he was downstairs. What now? Should he confront her or should it wait until morning? Who was he kidding? There was no way this could wait until morning!

He walked out onto the rooftop patio shivering in the cold until he got up to her. “Hey,” he murmured. “It’s cold out here. Wouldn’t you be more comfortable back inside?” When she didn’t respond he added, “Come on, I’m freezing out here.”

She nodded wordlessly and followed him back inside. He was grateful she had turned on the heater. He sat on a divan and gestured for her to do the same. Without a word she sat and looked down at his slippers instead of up at his face.

“Would you care to tell me what’s going on?” Roger asked in a conversational tone.

“No I wouldn’t,” was her quiet response.

“Are you going to tell me anyways?” he asked as cheerfully as he could.

“I hope not.”

Roger cleared his throat. It was obvious he would have to lead the conversation but as a professional negotiator he was supposed to be good with words wasn’t he? This was awkward. Time to pretend like this was happening to somebody else.

“Dorothy,” he said in a gentle scold. “Although I appreciate what you’ve done for me, your behavior is inappropriate to say the least. I don’t know what possessed you to do that to me, but now I’m the one who’s concerned. What did you think you were doing anyway?”

“You were having nightmares,” Dorothy said while keeping her expression a perfect poker face. “I just wanted to help you.”

“By molesting me in my sleep?” he asked as he tried unsuccessfully to hide the sarcasm in his voice.

“I was trying to comfort you with the resources I had available,” she said. “Waking you up would only humiliate you but if I could comfort you some other way…” She let the statement remain unfinished.

Roger put his hand on his forehead and chuckled nervously. “Dorothy, couldn’t you have found some way other than that?” He frowned as a thought came to him. “How do you even know what that is, anyway? You’re an android! And how old are you anyway? A year and a half? Two? Where did you get that? How do you even know about stuff like that?”

Dorothy looked away. “Please don’t ask me Roger.”

“Dorothy, I have to,” he said gently. “I’m concerned about you. Something’s wrong. This kind of behavior is not normal.”

“I know.” She still wasn’t looking at him.

“Dorothy, what’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing. All my systems are functioning within normal parameters.”

“Since when do you talk like that?” Roger asked suspiciously. “You never use technical terms when describing yourself. Why are you suddenly playing the ‘android card’?”

Dorothy’s eyes looked in his direction even though her face was still pointed away. “I’m an android,” she said. “It’s my card to play.”

“Dorothy, you sexually molested me in my sleep,” Roger scolded. “This is terribly out of character for you. The way I see it, you’re either malfunctioning, I don’t know you as well as I thought I did, or there’s a reasonable explanation for this. Which is it?” In reality Roger only thought it was the first two possibilities, but he wanted to encourage her to start talking.

“I’m sorry,” she said as she looked away again.

“I know that Dorothy,” he said in a soothing voice, “but I’m worried about you. I need to know what this is about. I can’t help you if you don’t let me in. Why did you think you had to do that? Did you want to do that? And if so, why?”

Her eyes glanced in his direction before looking away again.

Roger grunted quietly in frustration. He was going to have to try something different. “Dorothy, when you thought I was asleep you said that you love me. Did you mean that?”

Again her eyes moved in his direction before moving away again. “I just wanted to help you Roger. You weren’t supposed to wake up. I just wanted to stop your nightmares.”

“Yes I know that,” Roger nodded patiently. “And you did a good job. But I’ve got to know. Did you mean what you said? Do you really love me?”

Dorothy looked away. “I just wanted to stop your nightmares.”

Roger tried something different. “I just want to stop yours.”

She looked at him now. Her head turned to face him with a jerky motion and he could hear the quiet whir of her servomotor. “You must be mistaken. I’m an android. I don’t have nightmares.”

“Something made you come into my room and have your way with me,” Roger shook his head and smiled sadly. “I know you’re a good girl so something’s wrong. I don’t know if this is a cry for help or… I don’t know what this is. But I think I should know.”

Dorothy turned her head away again. “I…” Her dark violet eyes scanned back and forth quickly. “…don’t have nightmares.”

“Is something troubling you?” Roger prompted. “What could make you do something like that to me?”

“I wanted to stop your bad dreams.”

“Why go to such drastic measures?”

“I could see how upset you were,” she said numbly. “I had to help.”

“How come?”

“Humans can’t control their feelings like androids do,” Dorothy said. “Your insecurities are destroying you. I had to do something.”

“Can androids hide their feelings Dorothy?”

Dorothy looked at him before looking away. “Yes.”

“Is it necessary to hide them from me?” he asked encouragingly.

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry you feel that way Dorothy,” he said gently. “I know I can be a tyrant sometimes, but if something’s bothering you, you can always tell me.”

Her eyes locked on him and stayed there. “You don’t tell me or Norman when something’s bothering you,” she pointed out.

“Sorry about that,” he blushed. “As a professional negotiator, I’ve trained myself to maintain a certain image. I guess it’s hard to turn off sometimes. I’ll try to be more candid with you in the future.”

Her eyes looked away again. “Thank you.”

“So it bothers you to see me having nightmares?”

“Yes,” she said as she moved her face in his direction again. “I don’t like to see you suffering. I want you to be happy.”

“Why thank you Dorothy,” he smiled carefully. “That’s very sweet of you. What made you choose that particular method of making me happy?”

“It’s what I could do.” She looked away again, but at least she was talking.

“Where did you learn to do that by the way?” Roger asked as casually as he could. “I know I was asleep during most of it, but you handled me like an expert.”

“I’d rather not say.”

“Dorothy, if it bothers you so much, talk to me about it,” Roger suggested. “If not to me, tell Norman. You’ve got to talk this over with someone.”

Roger could hear the servo in her neck as she faced him and placed her hands on her knees. She spoke at a quicker pace than she had before. “No. Not Norman. Please. Don’t mention this to him. I don’t want either of you to know. Please.”

Roger sighed and nodded as he smiled sadly. “Then I guess you’ll have to tell me then. Where did you learn to do that?”

Dorothy looked at Roger’s slippers instead of his face, but she was still talking. “Roger, when Miguel Soldono lay dying, I told you he had me constructed from a set of blueprints.”

“Yes?” Roger prompted.

She looked him in the eye. “Did it ever occur to you to ask why he had me constructed?”

“Why? No, I just figured you’d tell me when…” his voice trailed away as his handsome face contorted in horror. “Dorothy! Don’t tell me… Oh… my… God…”

“Yes,” Dorothy slumped on her divan to look at her knees. “That’s why.”

“No wonder you were so cold when he was dying!” Roger shuddered. “No wonder he didn’t care when I rescued you! And to think he had the audacity to call you his real daughter…”

“Yes,” the girl said flatly. “I’m sure my presence was a great comfort to him in his final moments. He could recall his time with me the way he wanted.”

“He’s lucky he’s dead or I’d kill him myself,” Roger growled.

“Don’t worry about it,” she said as she sat up and faced him. “It’s in the past and you have a rule about leaving memories in the past, don’t you Roger Smith?”

“How could Timothy Wayneright do that to you?” Roger demanded. “How could he engineer a feeling, intelligent being in the likeness of his own daughter and sell her to that disgusting old letch?”

“It was the only way to get his daughter back,” she said calmly. She was looking just to the left of him but she was still facing Roger. “He couldn’t afford to construct me himself after spending his money on so many prototypes so he agreed to design Dorothy One and included an android girl as a bonus. He then contacted a local criminal named Jason Beck to liberate me from Soldono in exchange for telling him how to steal and operate Dorothy One.”

“But Beck betrayed him and ransomed you back to Soldono, and when contact with the megadeus awakened the Memory fragments within him he kidnapped you a second time after deciding it was okay to kill the goose that laid the golden eggs,” Roger said sadly.

“Yes,” she said quietly. “My father gambled everything just so he could have his daughter back. He didn’t mean for me to get hurt. Beck was supposed to liberate me right after my construction. But…” She let the thought remain unfinished.

“Oh Dorothy,” Roger sighed. “I’m sorry you had to come into the world that way.”

“Don’t worry about it,” she said stoically. “At least my father got to meet me before he passed away.”

Before he was murdered right before your eyes you mean, Roger thought silently. On the outside he tried to lighten the mood. “That’s right. He got to hear you sing and saw your beautiful smile…” Roger frowned. “Your smile. I’ve never seen your smile since that night at the Nightengale. Why not?”

“I’m not comfortable with it,” she said.

“Why not?”

“Because…” she stopped and started again in a quieter voice. “Because when I’m with you I want to do the things that I had to do with Miguel Soldono.”

“Uh…” He didn’t know quite what he should say to that.

“And I’m ashamed of the things I did when I was living with Soldono,” the girl continued as she glanced to her right. “I didn’t even want to you to be aware that I could do those things. I ashamed that I can, even though human women are capable also.” She looked back at him again. “I mean, I’m proud that I can be with you just like a human woman can, but I’m ashamed of it at the same time. Do you understand? I’m proud of my body and but I’m embarrassed too. Do you have something about your body that you’re both proud of and ashamed of Roger?”

Roger crossed his legs and blushed. “Why yes, I do. And um, you’ve already made yourself familiar with that part of me Dorothy. That’s why we’re having this conversation.”

Dorothy nodded once. “So you understand.” She looked away from him before looking back at him. “Roger? Do you remember when I thought you were asleep and I said that I love you? You asked me if I meant it?”

Roger swallowed and nodded. “Yes. I did.”

“I think I do love you Roger Smith,” the girl announced quietly. “Thanks to the Memories of the dead girl I was based on, I think I know what love is supposed to feel like, although it’s hard to tell since my android body doesn’t respond the same way her human one did. I mean, I’m fond of you like I was with my real father, but at the same time I wish you would find me attractive the way my false father did. Do you know what I mean?”

“I think I do,” Roger nodded sadly.

“Don’t worry, you’re not under any obligation,” she assured him. “You’ve already done so much for me already. I wouldn’t want to saddle you with a woman who isn’t real. You deserve better than I could give you. You deserve a girl who can give you children, not one who will always remain a child. You should have someone who can make you truly happy.”

“That’s very noble of you Dorothy,” Roger nodded as he tried to ignore the tears welling up in his eyes.

“That said I can’t help being very picky about who will become Mrs. Roger Smith,” Dorothy admitted as she looked away. “I can’t help holding her to an impossibly high standard.”

“That’s okay, Dorothy,” Roger laughed in relief. “I can’t either. Don’t worry. I’m nowhere near ready to make that kind of commitment with anybody just yet.” He yawned. “My God, what time is it?” he muttered. “I guess I better lie down before I fall down,” he said as they rose to their feet.

“I guess so,” she agreed.

He started to walk back to his bedroom before he stopped and turned to her. “Dorothy? Have you ever had a hug?”

“Yes.”

“I mean a reassuring hug,” Roger clarified. “A real one, with no strings attached.”

“My real father, Timothy Wayneright, gave me a hug,” she offered.

“Would you give me a hug, Dorothy?”

“I don’t think that would be a good idea.”

“Why not? Is it because…”

“No. It’s because…” she paused and looked at him for a moment. “Because I want you to think of me as a real girl and not as an android. To the naked eye, I seem perfectly human, but if you hug me I’m afraid you might think I feel like a department store mannequin.”

“Don’t worry,” Roger smiled. “I’ve hugged plenty of skinny girls before. Their bony little shoulders can poke right into you sometimes. You won’t be that different. Come over here.”

“I don’t want your pity Roger,” she said as she looked towards the window. “I don’t own much, but I have my dignity. Or at least I did before you found me out. Please. Don’t go out of your way for me.”

“I’ve been having nightmares for weeks, Dorothy!” he whined jokingly. “Don’t you think that maybe I need a hug? It would be more dignified than what… you’ve been doing anyway. I thought you wanted to help me.”

“Very well.” She walked over to him and put her arms around him. When he hugged her back, she looked up at him while leaning back and pursing her lips.

“None of that,” Roger grunted as he pushed her head down. “I’m not trying to get anything out of you the way Soldono did. This is just two messed up people who care for each other giving each other mutual love and support, that’s all.”

“Thank you Roger,” she said as they embraced. A moment passed before she asked, “Do you love me Roger?”

“Of course I do Dorothy,” he said as they hugged, “but I’m trying to make it a father-daughter thing or at least a brother-sister kind of love.” He had a wry smile as he glanced down to look into her eyes. “Although I’m a little mixed up now with everything that’s happened.”

“I’m sorry Roger.”

“Don’t be,” he hugged her. “You’re doing your best.” He looked back down at her. “Although if you felt that way, why didn’t you say anything while I was awake?”

“I already told you Roger. I’m ashamed of my android body and what I can do with it. I want to be with you, but I’m too embarrassed when you’re awake. I guess it’s a long road ahead isn’t it?”

“Yes it is, Dorothy,” Roger nodded, “but the hardest part is starting off on that road in the first place. Now that we got over the toughest hurdle we can face the next challenge together. We’ll talk more about this in the morning. Goodnight, Dorothy,” he kissed her on the forehead. “See you tomorrow,” he added as he let go of her and went back into his room.

“Goodnight Roger,” she said as his door closed. “See you. Soon.”

That night, Roger dreamed he was lying on the pristine sands of a warm beach with little Dorothy on top of him, clinging to his body like a starfish on a mermaid’s breast. In his dream Dorothy kissed his face while saying things like: “I love you Roger and I want to be with you.”

His eyes snapped open and he felt a slender body on top of him. A hard feminine body in a silky negligée was straddling him. In the darkness he could make out a ghostly white face inches from his.

“Dorothy! What the—?”

Caught in the act, the little android froze. “You’re just having a dream Roger,” Dorothy told him. “You can go back to sleep now.”

“R DOROTHY WAYNERIGHT!"

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