Harmony Keys

First Key:

Growing Presence

"You play beautifully!"

Dorothy averted her eyes. She looked at the on-looking face of an old man and nodded, as a show of respect. Facing the piano once more she continued its beautiful tone for a little longer, hoping it could improve the more she played. The sweet melody carried soothingly on the air, lulling her crowd to peaceful stirrings. The piece lasted longer than she attended, the crowd wished for a longer concert.

"What a fine spectacle, look how warming it is to the guest?" A strong, wholehearted voice emerged from the crowd and complemented Dorothy on her wonderful performance. She turned to him as well with a nod and a smile, before returning her focus to her work.

"But of course a piece is only as beautiful as the heart of its pianist. In this cause you must have a heart of gold." On looking much closer the man perceived the girl as an expert, but was startled by a mere android.

"You complements are as flattering as your expression is surprised" she replied finally playing the final key in a way that it echoed loudly through the room. She stood and held out her hand to the man.

He shook it proudly, "your parents must be proud young lady."

She struggled to smile back sweetly and soon left quickly after. She feared the words that had hid themselves during the performance would choke her long before she made it out the door. In an unhesitant action the door quickly slammed behind her before she reached the floor and thought long. Pain pressed upon her heart like weight. She repeated reason for why the people out there are nothing like her.

Dazzled by my music, fascinated by what was not acceptable to me. They don't see it, like I do. They don't see the person behind the piano. They don't understand the music, like I do. I hear complements time after time, but only one voice mattered among the crowd, and that was Roger's. Long since I accompanied him in his line of work, I've felt needed to be by his side, though I can't explain the thought. Being an android, I should have no say in the human's art of emotion and belonging.

Sounds rang in her ears…the radiant sound of a playing heart. Dorothy, already half way home followed the elegant sound. Leading her far from the trail that was familiar to her, she wandered off into the city. Dorothy's thoughts ran rapidly through her mind. How was this new pianist, and how could they play so beautifully? The music cast a spell impossible to break, and lured Dorothy to it. Quickly after the music came to an complete halt, Dorothy paused along with it. She turned around a couple of times, knowing this new area was unfamiliar to her. A small alley way hidden beneath its own shadow and had a door leading into a building as an only escape. Dorothy; with a still robotically expression, followed the alley way and entered the building.

"Did you like the sound Dorothy Wayenright?" A man in a yellow suit emerged from the shadow. "Cause you will be playing it."

Dorothy turned around slowly, "Roger's previous encounters with criminal Beck, proves more he is no threat." Dorothy walked back the way she came.

"Get back here! Don't ignore me! And that's the great master criminal Beck to you!" Beck constantly yelled at her, even though she pretended not to hear him. "Fine, be that way if you chose, but I'm giving you know option to leave."

Suddenly Dorothy is rapidly drawn to a magnet Beck pulled out. Beck cheered and laughed loudly once Dorothy was his without struggle. "Now who's going to save you Dorothy, Roger is no where in site." he laughed. Beck took Dorothy to another part of the building, a lab of some kind. Dorothy shifted her eyes examining the room. Workers in coats were everywhere, and unfamiliar equipment. The men rudely strapped Dorothy to a table where iron grips along her chest and waist, as well as her arms and legs. They put her in a skin tight body suit and wires connected to her in every direction.

"What are you doing?"

"Now don't fret little Dorothy, this will only hurt for awhile, I suppose for a android nothing at all." Beck smiled and pulled a switch.

Almost instantly, thousands of bolts ran through Dorothy. The pain never accured to Dorothy, nothing had ever hurt her before, but this time it was different. Dorothy screamed as though she was a normal human, eyes widden, tears that had never been seen before appeared. All the scientist were astonished that a android could feel anything at all, much less cry, they doubted the fact she was mechaine.

"ROGER!" yelling to the top of her lungs. I need you here, with me. Please Roger, save me.

Not only could that building hear the cries and screams of Dorothy but as well as the whole dome. Roger; who was always in bed until 12pm when Dorothy wasn't around to play the piano loudly, just woke up. Suttle and quicky Roger rushed out of bed to his butler, "Where is Dorothy!" "I believe that is Dorothy Sir." he answered quickly.