For the last time (not really), I do not own Big O or any of its characters. I am making no $$$ off this whatsoever. It is futile to sue me. So there.
Act 21: The Journey
The landscape had changed the farther the two Megadeuces had gone from Paradigm. Wasteland soon gave way to fertile ground. Dead husks of trees became endless pine forests. Roger was amazed to see that the world was still so alive.
He was also amazed that Dorothy still insisted on waking him with the piano.
They had stopped for the night, so that both robots and pilots could rest. Come morning, Roger was awakened to a resounding march, echoing through Big O from the storage compartment. He had slept in the control chair itself, should there be a need for Big O to move during the night.
When he finally got down to the source of the noise, an odd tableau greeted him. Norman had fixed a rudimentry breakfast, which he and Angel were eating. Dorothy and Instro sat at the piano, she playing while he studied the technique.
"Ah, Master Roger! So good to see you up and about!" Norman placed a plate of food at the third chair of the small folding table and Roger drew up a chair.
Dorothy finished her music, and the two androids came over to the table.
"Aren't you going to eat, Dorothy?" Roger said after she had been standing there for a good minute.
"With our food in such short supply, I decided it should be saved for those of us who actually need to eat. Neither I nor Instro fall under that category."
"Well, you could at least pull up a chair and sit down."
Dorothy did so. The metal folding chair bent and broke under her weight. She just gave the him a look from her new seat on the floor.
Roger sighed as Angel started chuckling.
It was going to be a long trip.