She let Polly take the lead on where she wanted to go, while she reminisced on the last year. She would always have questions as to the fate of the orbs that no doubt had landed in some scientist’s lab. Someone, somewhere would fashion them into a technology that civilization would embrace until someone figured out a way to use it to their detriment.
She didn’t know if Rolo and Tolman had survived the mob that was bent on destruction. Her only mission now was to grant humanity a respect of self. One person at a time. It would be their only salvation in times to come where they would be too smart for themselves. We forget our greatness at times, she thought.
Polly stared up at her, the breeze brushing the thin ends of her thick fur.
“You talking to me?” Margi teased. “Okay, come on then,” she said and headed back to the comfort of the brownstone. It had suited her so, and sometimes she wondered how she had lived so long without her quaint surroundings that were so welcoming.
She looked ahead and saw a man sitting on the stoop. For a moment, she thought she saw Tolman. As she came nearer, she was sure of it and that the nanobots had sought their last revenge and had merged her two worlds.
The man stood as she approached. He had an easy way about him similar to Tolman’s.
“Margi,” he said.
“Tolman?”
“Yes. I found you.”
“How…” She caught the tears before she lost all reason. “But your body. Someone’s body.” She felt queasy.
“It’s okay,” he said and placed his hands gently upon her arms.
His touch electrified her senses. He was real.
“Rolo developed the technology. This is me. My body. No one else’s.
“R-Rolo?” she stammered in her excitement. “Rolo!”
“I told you I’d come to Earth for you if I could. This is his gift.”
If there ever were a way to send a message through the gods, she’d do it. Thank you.
“You’re here. You’re really…” Her words trailed off.
He stepped closer to her. She felt his heat bridging the gap between them in the otherwise cooling afternoon.
She dropped the leash and held Tolman close.
“You’re here,” she whispered.
“I’m here,” he said and kissed her.
She hadn’t known that she wanted him so much, hadn’t dared dream the impossible. Rolo was right. Anything is possible.
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