Shared Fantasy

Since the Event with Big Venus, Roger had plenty of extra things to think about. Were the ruins all that lay above Paradigm? He’d seen all of the rooms where the memories were filmed, and had yet to get a proper view of a room from his only memories. The memories of a Paradigm City filled with natural sunlight, and of a factory creating identical robotic Roger Smiths. When he woke up, Norman had already started on lunch, and Dorothy was still incessantly hitting the keys on that piano at a rapid pace.

‘If our memories of this world define who we are, and define the world around us, can they change it’s properties?’ Roger thought to himself as he sat down at that huge table. ‘I’ve never been afflicted by magnets the way that Dorothy has. Meaning that either I’m not an android, or that my perceptions of reality changed what would effect me.’

“Roger.” Dorothy interrupted his trance, “You were staring at me. Is there a reason?” When she’d asked, it told Roger just how long he’d been sitting there.

“Nothing important Dorothy. Just thinking of a memory I had during that last fight.” Roger explained. “Norman, how are the repairs on Big O going?”

“Fairly enough, Master Roger. Finding the parts to rebuild that cannon was difficult, but it was manageable.” Norman replied, setting down a plate in front of Roger and a plate in front of Dorothy.

“I have some digging to do. For once, I don’t expect anything to go wrong.” Roger joked, getting up from the table.


Walking into the diner, Roger was met with the expected lack-of-fanfare. Taking his usual seat, with Dorothy in the chair beside him, Roger looked over at the old man. Having recently lost the better part of his head, Big Ear wasn’t looking too healthy… or human.

“So, what’s the word about old factories?” Roger asked, running his finger along the rim of a shot glass that rested on the table.

“Looking to replace a car?” Big Ear questioned back.

“Looking to prove my humanity. I’m sure you understand.” Roger said, motioning generally toward his informant’s head.

“You know better than anyone that there’s only been a select few people who recovered the memories to construct androids. The remainder of androids would be over forty years old. Without proper maintenance, they would rust up and cease to function.” Big Ear explained at length.

“What about you? You haven’t rusted yet.” Roger corrected.

“I’ve got no idea what you’re talking about. Your girlfriend there is the only functioning android in this bar.” Big Ear corrected in return.

Irritated by his informant’s adamancy, Roger quietly stormed out of the bar as Dorothy followed. Both returning to their seats, Dorothy piped up. “Roger. You are not usually so easily offended by his statements. What has changed?”

“The assumptions that he made about our relationship are what’s offending me. Not just because of him. I’ve heard similar statements from others.” Roger fumed. The insinuations about Dorothy that came from Angel, Vera, even Dan Dastun and Alan Gabriel... back before Big Venus awakened. It had been working Roger’s nerve for a few weeks now.

“What kind of assumptions?” Dorothy asked.

“They make the assumption that we're... romantically involved. And, by proxy, that I'm an android.” Roger explained.

“Are not all of the inhabitants of Paradigm androids?” Dorothy asked, well justified.

“Yes. But that doesn't mean that they want to know that.” Roger answered, the music of a street performer's trumpet still playing. “They assume either that I'm an android, or that they are morally superior to us both since they so devoutly believe in their organic existence.” He went off, walking towards home, and Dorothy followed closely behind.

“It seems counterproductive to lend credence to such fallacious logic, Roger. Especially if it is coming from androids who are merely programmed to think that.” Dorothy offered. “Wait for a moment. Why would they be morally superior if you were not an android?”

“Because they believe there is something inherently wrong with a human loving a machine.” Roger answered, tossing a leer back at the bar.

“I doubt there's much of anything we could do to change their minds.” Dorothy reminded him, reaching out and grasping Roger's hand. “After all, the logic behind my feelings for you can only be explained by beings who are long-since dead. Is the effort then not already wasted in your attempts to understand it, let alone defend it from their foolish attacks?”

“Agreed.” He smiled at her, even though all that her simple components were capable of returning was that same impassive frown. It took someone who knew Dorothy to understand just how much emotion was held in that single expression, and Roger was likely that one person. Leaning down, he kissed Dorothy. Despite the seeming lack of nerve endings in either of their bodies, both of them saw incredible visions of the both of them, entwined in wonderful and sensual positions...

“Did you see that?” Dorothy asked, no sign of embarrassment nor faltering.

“Yes, actually.” Roger confirmed. “Do you think that something could be connecting our minds?”

“If it weren't so obvious, it probably would have taken you another week to figure that out.” Dorothy chided. “We should really look into updating my body. My facial expressions are currently far too limited, and I would enjoy the ability to mock you without having to depend on your rather lacking ability to recognize sarcasm and hyperbole.”

“If you really want to insult me, then try to make them a bit more subtle next time.” Roger suggested. They went back to the mansion, watching as all of the neighborhood around it was slowly rebuilt. “Let's just try to relax in my study.”

Strolling up to Roger's study, he sat beside the desk as she stood in front of him. “Are you thinking what I'm thinking, Roger?” Dorothy asked, using a few fluid motions to remove everything. She never wore underwear, and so her pale gray skin stood in complement to the primarily black color of the walls and the dark tones of all of the other furniture.

“Wow. You are very good at reading my mind, I'll give you that.” Roger complimented, removing all of his suit, resting it in a folded manner on the desk beside them. Dorothy knelt down, licking gently up the shaft of Roger's cock. “Dorothy, you don't have to humor me. I know that you can't physically feel anything.”

“I am not doing this for me, I am doing for you.” Dorothy corrected, Sucking some on the already erect member. Continuing until Roger was ready to burst, she stopped suddenly. The surprise caused him to come on her cheek, some of which even landed on her eye. “We are lucky that my eyes are inorganic, or that could have caused some issues. If you wish to continue, then we will need to go somewhere else. The chair may support my weight, but I am likely to crush you.” Dorothy reminded him gently. Walking out the door and into Roger's bedroom, he couldn't help dropping his jaw at the sight of her- literally- sculpted ass. “By the way, you are still a louse.”

Walking in after her, he saw her legs spread, prepared for this penetration. “By the way, Dorothy, it's all in what you think to be true.” He sneered, picking her up in his arms with little effort. “I'm glad that worked, otherwise I would have just looked stupid.” He admitted, spinning around while still holding her just to prove how effortless it was before setting her down again. Pulling a tube from one of the nightstand drawers, he slickened his penis with lubricant, not entirely sure of how sex between two machines could actually work.

Dorothy spread her legs again, this time with Roger sitting on his knees in between them. The detail paid by Dorothy's creator was truly astonishing. She wasn't able to become moist at all, but Roger was able to help with that by applying extra lubricant as he rubbed the lips of her opening with his erection. She may not be the type to moan in most situations, and it left Roger to wonder whether she might just be faking pleasure for his benefit when she started to let out moans. They weren't fractured, or gasping, or breathy, but still capable of conveying excitement. Though the moans were mostly simple noises, they were broken by near-genuine grunts at the end of each thrust.

When Roger felt close to finishing up inside of Dorothy, he pulled out and just looked at her, but her next two actions would probably be the most shocking things he had ever seen her do. She blinked, then smiled at him.

That was all it took to snap Roger back to consciousness, and he took a step back to find that he was still standing on the sidewalk in the middle of the city.

“Roger, I understand that it was vivid, but there is no reason to panic.” Dorothy assured him.

At that sentence, an evil-fueled sneer crossed Roger's face. “We need to upgrade your components... or maybe I could teach you about deep kissing.”

“Deep kissing?” She asked.

“Like what we just did with our lips, but involving our tongues as well.” Roger explained.

“Perhaps it would be best if I taught you to better control these shared dreams. Our lips were only in contact for under a second. It seems unnecessary to do it for any longer. Agreed?” She forewarned.

“Agreed.” Roger smiled. Dorothy may not have returned the smile, but she returned the sentiment, and that was good enough for him.