“This world, this world, what is it?” that was what Roger Smith asked himself before Dorothy came down to save him. After some witty banter between the couple, he made Big O resurface, and he and Dorothy stopped another Megaseus with another false Domineuse. Then, everything around them seemed to vanish as a new Big appeared.

“Big Venus, a bird whose wings have been plucked.” Dorothy said. Like some kind of god it exerted an indescribable power as with each step it took, everything on the stage called Paradigm City vanished. Roger trembled as the beast came closer and closer, until Big O prepared to fire and he said “Big O, wait. This one’s for me to handle.” The man who called himself Roger Smith then stood within the open cockpit, facing the frightening machine before him.

“Angel!” he called out, knowing it was her. “Memories are very precious to people’s lives. They give us the opportunity to prove to ourselves that we exist. And if we lose them, we have an unrelenting feeling of uncertainty. You must listen to me! The humans that are living here and now in the present are made up of more than their memories of the past. I myself don’t even know who I am. I don’t have a single solitary memory about myself, but I don’t believe anyone took them from me. I most likely erased them of my own free will. I was the one who made that choice. I made it for myself, so I can live in the present and the future, because I must go on believing that there is a me! Angel! I know that I will never lose the you that is now part of my memories. The you that met me, and the conviction that you had in what you felt you needed to do. The you that loved yourself more than anyone else ever could. I’ll never forget this woman named Angel who once loved herself, yet was filled with such doubt. You must stop denying your own existence. You have to live as a human being.”

Suddenly, Roger and Dorothy appeared behind Angel in some kind of monitor room. As he placed his hand on her shoulder, and a poster for Big O hung on the wall behind them, Dorothy simply said “Roger, the Negotiator.”

With that said, the two Megadeuses met and in another brilliantly bright flash….everything was back to normal. Through Paradigm city, Roger Smith drove his car through the streets as if nothing ever happened. He hadn’t lost his memories again, he just didn’t dwell on them anymore, and it seemed like everyone was following his example.

Two lovely ladies stood on the corner, watching him, but only one did he truly love. Her name was Dorothy Wayneright. She was his lover, his future wife, and the soon to be mother of his child. As he stopped the car, Dorothy got into it. Cradling her arms happily over her pregnant tummy, Roger made eye contact with Angel, and she nodded approvingly.

Then, the two drove off, as Roger had a negotiation in need of his services.

*End Flashback*

“…and that’s how your father and I helped put this world to rest, making it a much happier place for you to grow up in.” Dorothy spoke with a much more cheerful and softer tone than normal. She always did when she talked to her daughter.

Dorothy jr. or Dora as she and Roger called her to avoid confusion. She had her mother’s eyes and the same color red hair. As she nursed more of her mom’s milk into her hungry mouth, her eyes had never left Dorothy’s. Obviously a baby couldn’t understand what she was saying, but when ever Dorothy told her stories like this, she always listened.

Popping the fat nipple out of her mouth, Dora burped on her own and then laughed and cooed like the happy baby she was. This only cemented the soft smile on Dorothy’s face as she held her chubby little bundle of love so closely. Never did she think she could love someone as much as Roger.

Speaking of whom, that louse of a negotiator was secretly listening in through the crack in the doorway. He never let his presence be known. He knew that a mother and daughter needed those moments together alone. Still, he couldn’t help but want to hear those stories to. Dorothy always told them with such detail, he was often able to see everything happening again before his eyes. It was nice not be the actor on the stage for once.

It seemed like another lifetime, but those memories were still fresh in his mind. In so many of those stories, especially the one Dorothy had just finished, what truly got Roger hooked was imagining what it might have been like if Dorothy wasn’t there by his side. He would have likely still been at the bottom of the ocean one way or another, but the really scary thing was, that almost came to be.

In the preceding events leading up to the final battle, Dorothy had been kidnapped, only to have Roger find her on the rooftop of a theatre with her memory circuits pulled out. This left all of her systems completely nonfunctional, leaving him concerned for not only her life, but their child as well. At that point, he even saw that the attack on the mansion had left the piano utterly destroyed a tragic event as well.

The whole pursuit of lost memories and the fight against the people that would use them to make themselves gods had an already distraught Roger clinging to not one truth alone, but in the end, he knew what had to be done, regardless of what the ultimate truth really was. “Wait for me.” He told his love, and left her and the baby. Thankfully, in the end everyone emerged alive and happy, and it seemed that even in that state, Dorothy’s biological functions were still left operating on their own, saving the baby’s life.

No one tried to recover the old memories anymore, so now, especially in Roger’s case, it was time to make new memories.