Here's a little preview for episode two Music-Box Angel.  I recommend you
read episode one before this preview, but I ain't yer papa, so enjoy as
you will.

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                     PREVIEW OF EPISODE TWO:

     ...Before she knew it, Marie had prepared breakfast, but it 
wasn't what she had intended on making.  At least, she didn't 
think it was.
     [I must not be getting enough power,] she mused.  [I just 
hope I made *this* right.]  Marie sighed, and grinned.  [Time to 
wake up the sleeping giant.]
     Marie began taking fiendish delight in waking Hiroshi up only 
days after she realized it was more fun than just about any other 
chore she had around the house.  She practiced her creativity and 
sense of humor on him each morning.  Some methods of waking him up 
were simple, almost elegant in their effectiveness.  Others 
dwelled happily in the overtly complex.  Today, she decided for a 
more direct approach.  The early wake-up.
     "Good morning!"  Marie drug the still snoring Hiroshi from 
his bed and began walking to the kitchen.  "Time for breakfast!"
     "Wha... what do you think you're doing?"  Hiroshi struggled 
to focus his eyes on his wristwatch.
     "Six in the morning?!?"  Hiroshi lunged back and grabbed his 
door frame with one hand.  "It's six in the morning!  On a 
Saturday!  It's time for six more hours of sleep!  Now, let go, 
before I UV your EPROM's!"
     Marie kept walking as Hiroshi's grip dwindled to a mere 
pinkie of its former hand.  "No, it's time for breakfast.  I made 
your favorite!  At least, I think I did..."  Marie felt her load 
lighten, and turned to see the final moments of Hiroshi's mad 
scramble back to his bed.
     "What's the matter?"  Marie leaned against the door frame, a 
nervous grin playing on her face.  "Don't you like my cooking?"
     "It's fine, really.  I just didn't get to bed until late."  
Hiroshi rolled over and tried to wish her someplace else.
     "Like you can talk.  I didn't sleep at all last night."  
Marie turned towards the kitchen.  "Here, I'll bring it to you.  
You'll love it!"
     "You were up all night?  But I saw you sleeping."  Hiroshi 
sat up as Marie entered the room, tray in hand.
     "Well now.  I haven't had this in a while.  Thanks!"  Hiroshi 
smiled and dove into his meal with an enthusiasm borne of sheer 
male hunger.
     "This is... really good... You should try making this more 
often."  Hiroshi complimented between bites.
     "Thanks.  Though, I don't really remember how to make it."
     "What do you mean?"
     "I don't remember ever making it before, or learning how to 
make it, or making it, or anything."  The more Marie thought about 
it, the more it scared her.
     "Really.  That sounds kind of serious."  After he finished 
off the last of his breakfast, he handed the tray to Marie.  
"Well, since you have some other things I need to check out, let's 
go down and check out what's wrong with you."
     "Wrong?"  Marie followed Hiroshi out of the room, mulling the 
conversation over in her mind.  But then it disappeared.
     "Where are we going?"
     "To the lab."  Hiroshi stopped suddenly.  "This is really 
serious, isn't it?"
     "What is?"
     "Marie?"  Worry soaked Hiroshi's voice.
     "Is that my name?"
     "Oh crap!"  Hiroshi turned to see Marie standing, smiling 
pleasantly.  He reached around and, as she protested, flipped her 
switch off.
     "What's wrong with you?"  He asked the now powerless 
android....
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--Matt

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"..."  --James LaBrie, "Hell's Kitchen"
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