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- The Break-In
- >A nandroid’s hearing is fine-tuned to an extreme tolerance
- >Frankly, they rivaled dogs in range and raw acuity
- >More conspiracy-minded persons would label these supernatural senses as a means of surveillance, control and information gathering
- >But their real purpose was for those moments where hearing mattered
- >Emmet’s head perked up in the night, a jiggling downstairs at the store’s entrance waking him
- >Eyes aglow he slipped downstairs into the dark, waiting labyrinth of bookshelves
- >Snickering, juvenile voices outside whispered their way inside as the lock’s tumblers slipped into place
- >Two lanky young men sauntered into the dusty conservatory, flashlight panning through the dark, oaken shelves as they searched for the register
- “You *sure* this place is loaded?”
- “Of course dude, I saw *two* bot boxes in the alley. This place is *bougey*, easy,” the other said. “Plus with all these old books they’ve gotta have something worth pawning.”
- >The pair panned through the decades’ worth of old tomes, books older than their grandparents waiting idly on new owners
- >Their grubby mitts ran over leather-bound spines and peeling, gilded lettering
- >Turning the corner they jumped in surprise, a beam of light falling on Emmet’s glowing, porcelain face
- >Eyes blinking in the beam, lights shuttered like signal lamps, he waved to the men
- “Hello gentleman,” he smiled. “May I inquire as to your business tonight? I would regret to inform you that the store is close, but I figure you’re not here for that.”
- >The taller of the two sneered at him, glittering, braced teeth flashing as he got up in Emmet’s face
- “Look, we don’t want any trouble robot,” he sneered. “So run along or, better yet, give us the cash and we’ll be on our way.”
- “We could always scrap him for parts,” the other chimed in.
- >Emmet calmly adjusted his bowtie and eyed the bat the shorter one was holding
- “Gentlemen,” he began. “Guys, rather. I know you’re not about this lifestyle, about robbing hard working folk. If you’re gonna scrap me, at least be quiet about it! The kids are still asleep, hopefully.”
- “What game are you playing, asshole? Just give us the money and no one gets hurt!”
- “No game, no jokes. Obviously you’re good with a lockpick, no?”
- >The kid half-nodded, confused
- “Ah! See, there, you’d earn far more as a locksmith than a robber, and you’d be doing something you're good at, too.”
- >Dropping a hand on his shoulder he smiled at the boy, a genuine look of compassion and understanding
- “There’s no need to be living life like this when you have so much more ahead of you.”
- >The face opposite him contorted in emotion, anger replaced by disgust replaced by remorse
- “C’mon dude,” he sniffed. “We’re getting out of here.”
- “Whuh- Dude!”
- “It’s not worth the trouble, man.”
- “Dude, fuck off! Don’t leave-”
- >He paused, contorting under the paternal gaze of the robot before him
- >His buddy had already slipped out the door and onto the street again, leaving the two alone
- >The boy nervously twisted the bat in hand, knuckles flaring white as he stared
- “You’re the fighter, huh?”
- >Against Sterling protocol’s better judgement he stooped down a bit, coming eye-to-eye with the young man
- “We need people willing to hold their ground, who aren’t afraid of a scrap,” he started. “But they also need to know when to pick their battles.”
- >The boy kept twisting the bat in his hand, brow sweating in the dim eye-light in front of him
- >Scoffing he trod out the door after his friend, pace quickening as it slammed behind him
- >Twisting the bolt shut Emmet went to charge again, taking his place aside Vicky in their closet
- >There was work to be done tomorrow, after all
- Emmet and Vicky's First Kiss
- >The Winslows had chosen to go out for the day- there was a major bookfair in the downtown, and they wouldn't miss it for the world
- >Even Gloria was taking time off to visit with them, and pick up some of the latest from her favorite author
- >This left their two nandroids, Vicky and Emmet, unceremoniously alone
- >There wasn't even a list of specific chores for them to do
- >Just the same old that they'd set to work on posthaste
- >Emmet dove downstairs to take care of the typical dusting and sorting and whatever else he had in his routine, Vicky handling the upstairs
- >Emmet was quick about it, his work done in just under two hours
- >And now, idling, he ached for something to do
- >Stepping lightly upstairs he made his way to help Vicky, gently peeking into each room of the home
- >Stepping slowly to the master bedroom he peered in, an overlarge... bunny (?) occupying the space in front of the mirror
- >The creak of a floorboard sent the rabbit spinning, reeling as Emmet locked eyes with Vicky
- >She was dressed in a deep blue facsimile of those naughty suits Emmet saw on the streets on magazine covers and other, less savory publications
- >And here was Vicky, his partner, staring across from him dressed just so
- >She shrieked in embarrassment, begging him to get out
- >Emmet clapped the door shut, his cheeks fuming in alien confusion
- >"How scandalous," he thought, "but... but how *cute*!"
- >After a few moments the door squeaked open again, her tiny face peeping back out at him
- >Slinging a hand out and onto his chest she yanked him in
- >She was back in her regulation outfit, to his stupefied disappointment, the other lying crumpled on the bed
- >"Emmet, I don't think I've been completely honest with you."
- >"I'm sorry? I mean-," he stopped, not sure whether to chastise or comfort. Comfort, he knew, looking on her steaming, red face. "It's okay, Vicky, it's okay."
- >He lent a hand to her shoulder, his shorter counterpart on the verge of tears
- >"But... But I stole! H-How do you think I made that?"
- >Emmet eyed the crumpled pile of fabric, the abandoned pair of ears besides it
- >It was masterful work, really, beautifully crafted and sewn in who knows how many nights alone
- >But it was stealing, he knew
- >But... but...
- >"Sterling says creative hobbies for nandroids can be accepted or even encouraged," he started, the robot lightening up, "so long as thet don't harm the owner or his property."
- >He was quoting *the rules*- it was practically over
- >She wished she could cry real tears, not just contort her face into a mask of sadness
- >"And judging by the fabric that was the Young Missus' formal dress which she despised and wished destroyed. Therefore, no injury to important property, Vicky. Vicky?"
- >The short robot had weaseled beside him, bleary eyed and beaming, not sure how to express her thanks
- >Stretching up on her little legs she pecked his cheek, a meeting of softer lips to the hard plastic that was quickly reddening
- >"V-Vicky!"
- >"Yes, Emmet," she smirked
- >"N-Nothing, just surprised is all..."
- >The two daudled in the room
- >The door was still shut, windows shuttered and blinds drawn
- >"You know, Emmet," she began, toeing the water. "I've kind of been wanting to kind of... do that."
- >She plunged her head down, sheepish
- >"Well, uh, gee Vicky," he said, quieting down. "Me too... kinda?"
- >"O-Oh! Then you wouldn't mind if I..."
- >She dropped another little smooch on his cheek, warming from the burning incandescent light inside
- >And then another, the suffering robot taking each nip in stride
- >He was ready to go, realizing dinner wasn't ready, turning his head to face Vicky
- >Vicky, who was already in motion to lay another one on him, opened her eyes to see Emmet's looking back at her
- >In a collision of their soft, machine lips they practically fried the lights screwed into their faces
- >Eyes closing together they stood there, soaking in the connection
- >The two had spied in secret, unbeknownst to the other, on Hector and Jeanette
- >They'd absorbed all they could know from their displays of affection, but now, in the moment, it was all useless
- >Standing, locked together at the face, it was Emmet now who took action
- >He gently raised his arms to pull his partner into a hug, squeezing her more
- >She returned the gesture, eyes shutting tighter and arms pulling Emmet closer
- >Holding each other they remained, glued together at the lips, tilting their heads to adjust a bit here and there
- >It was dry, frictional- not what they'd had in mind
- >But it was warm (though that might just be their cheeks), and warmth was all they wanted, all they needed
- >It was warmth that held the Winslows together, and it was warmth that was holding them together in that instant
- >An instant interrupted by a click at the door, Gloria popping her head in
- >Eyes wide in surprise she watched the two robots kissing, not sure what to do
- >Seeing the bunnysuit on the bed she was left even more confused
- >Emmet, eyes open again, nearly jumped into the air upon seeing her, Vicky going to hide herself
- >She smiled, understanding, fingers dragged across her lip and then flicking away an imaginary key
- >Fingers to her lips she called downstairs that the robots weren't present, nodding knowingly as she closed the door
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