Roger Smith, Negotiator

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[castinthenameofgod]

Cast in the name of God, ye not guilty...

My name is Roger Smith. I perform a much needed job here in this city of amnesia.

This town, Paradigm City, is a city of amnesia. Forty years ago, everyone here lost their memory of everything before that day.

But the human race is a resilient one, and life goes on for all, in the best way that it can.

Sometimes, my job brings me closer to uncovering the truth.

I’m a negotiator.

And when the situation calls for it, I’m something else entirely. I’m the Dominus of the Megadeus known as the Big O.

Until the day comes in which I am no longer needed, I will defend this city. It is the cause that defines us: people are not ruled by their memories!

BIG O! SHOWTIME!!

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The Big O - illustration by Keiichi Satō (Newtype, 2002)

[castinthenameofgod]

Days turned into weeks.

Dorothy’s presence within my home felt all the more natural with the passage of time. She got along well with Norman, and she brought something unique to the table.

I’d never tell her that, mind you, it’s just...lately I seem to find a peace of mind that had eluded me before.

@rdorothywayneright

[castinthenameofgod]

Paradigm City.

City of forgotten memories.

Right now? I’m haunted by a memory that I wish I could forget.

Usually, I’m the walking definition of a gentleman but in the case of @rdorothywayneright, I’ll admit that I fucked up pretty horribly.

Let’s just face it.

It’s wrong to put a woman into jeopardy in order to save your skin.

It shouldn’t matter if the woman in question is real or a machine.

It’s wrong, even if you knew she was a robot beforehand and it’s wrong even if you own a gigantic robot that can take out an entire city.

Hell. It’s wrong even if you have a car in range that’s capable of launching its own missles.

It’s just wrong.

So yeah. I’ll admit it. I failed miserably. I used Dorothy as a decoy so that the two of us might both live to see another day. And still, even though it went brilliantly, I have to say…I feel a fair amount of remorse over my actions, especially when she looked at me and called me a louse.

Weiterlesen

[rdorothywayneright]

“Make yourself comfortable, Miss Wayneright. Mister Smith will get to you in no time.” With a small bow, the old man that had opened the door to let her in and lead her up here in what seems to be the mansion’s drawing room withdrew through the door they had just used to enter, silently closing it behind him.

Dorothy let her gaze slowly wander over the interior, less out of curiosity but more to get an overview over her environment. The whirring of her mechanical jolts broke the silence as she made her way across the room. But instead of heading towards the couch to take a seat as most visitors would probably have done, she walked over to the large panorama window that formed most of the opposite wall. There she stood still again, staring through the glass at the scenery outside. Paradigm City on a cloudy day.

But were there even sunny days here in this city anymore?

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[castinthenameofgod]

There are rules in this mansion. Only lovely young ladies are allowed in without an appointment.

Norman, my butler, was apparently in need of glasses.

Then again, hadn’t I been guilty of the very same mistake?

“R. Dorothy…” I muttered her very name in disbelief.

“What are you doing here?”

[rdorothywayneright]

There was a moment of silence between them as the petite figure just stood there, rigid and still, with her eyes fixed on his face. The  look she gave him became strangely intense and pervasive. Maybe it was  because of the fact that androids didn’t blink?  

Finally Dorothy broke the silence speaking in a calm and soft tone: “I’m afraid to tell you that the case isn’t closed yet.   Those men are still out there and after me for a reason I don’t know.” This was both the truth and another aspect of this whole affair that  made her feel strangely uneasy. “And at the moment I have nowhere    else to go.”

After a short pause she added: “I need you to protect me, Roger Smith.”

[castinthenameofgod]

“You need me to protect you? But you’re a r...”

The words hung in my throat. Dorothy knew she was a robot. She came here for my help. Wouldn’t it be hypocritical of me as a negotiator to deny a paying client?

...Did she even have money? No. How could she?

“Alright, Miss Wayneright. But it comes at a cost. You are to help Norman with the chores while you stay here. Oh, and one more thing: in this household, we wear black. Understood?”

[castinthenameofgod]

Paradigm City.

City of forgotten memories.

Right now? I’m haunted by a memory that I wish I could forget.

Usually, I’m the walking definition of a gentleman but in the case of @rdorothywayneright, I’ll admit that I fucked up pretty horribly.

Let’s just face it.

It’s wrong to put a woman into jeopardy in order to save your skin.

It shouldn’t matter if the woman in question is real or a machine.

It’s wrong, even if you knew she was a robot beforehand and it’s wrong even if you own a gigantic robot that can take out an entire city.

Hell. It’s wrong even if you have a car in range that’s capable of launching its own missles.

It’s just wrong.

So yeah. I’ll admit it. I failed miserably. I used Dorothy as a decoy so that the two of us might both live to see another day. And still, even though it went brilliantly, I have to say…I feel a fair amount of remorse over my actions, especially when she looked at me and called me a louse.

Weiterlesen

[rdorothywayneright]

“Make yourself comfortable, Miss Wayneright. Mister Smith will get to you in no time.” With a small bow, the old man that had opened the door to let her in and lead her up here in what seems to be the mansion’s drawing room withdrew through the door they had just used to enter, silently closing it behind him.

Dorothy let her gaze slowly wander over the interior, less out of curiosity but more to get an overview over her environment. The whirring of her mechanical jolts broke the silence as she made her way across the room. But instead of heading towards the couch to take a seat as most visitors would probably have done, she walked over to the large panorama window that formed most of the opposite wall. There she stood still again, staring through the glass at the scenery outside. Paradigm City on a cloudy day.

But were there even sunny days here in this city anymore?

Keep reading

[castinthenameofgod]

There are rules in this mansion. Only lovely young ladies are allowed in without an appointment.

Norman, my butler, was apparently in need of glasses.

Then again, hadn’t I been guilty of the very same mistake?

“R. Dorothy...” I muttered her very name in disbelief.

“What are you doing here?”

[castinthenameofgod]

Paradigm City.

City of forgotten memories.

Right now? I’m haunted by a memory that I wish I could forget.

Usually, I’m the walking definition of a gentleman but in the case of @rdorothywayneright, I’ll admit that I fucked up pretty horribly.

Let’s just face it.

It’s wrong to put a woman into jeopardy in order to save your skin.

It shouldn’t matter if the woman in question is real or a machine.

It’s wrong, even if you knew she was a robot beforehand and it’s wrong even if you own a gigantic robot that can take out an entire city.

Hell. It’s wrong even if you have a car in range that’s capable of launching its own missles.

It’s just wrong.

So yeah. I’ll admit it. I failed miserably. I used Dorothy as a decoy so that the two of us might both live to see another day. And still, even though it went brilliantly, I have to say...I feel a fair amount of remorse over my actions, especially when she looked at me and called me a louse.

So I did what any guilty party would do. I tried to get on with my life. That is, until she turned up at my home the very next day...

[castinthenameofgod]

You really are a work of art, @rdorothywayneright