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Chapter contributed by : StarRaider

* Harmony Part 1**

**At Peace** written by: Star Raider; Beta’d by StSE, Universe G1

***Three months after clones hit the public market.***

Bogged down with work, Nicole was irritated the she had to leave her piano to answer the door. About to yell at the poor unknowing caller; she unlocked the door and swung it so hard that it slammed the wall behind it. She grunted in disgust, for that was yet another hole SHE’D have to patch later! She glared daggers at the FedEx man - who now stood silently, his mouth hanging slightly agape.

He shifted under her heavy gaze, as if wondering for a brief second - if his low pay made this job really worth this? And then with a resigned inhalation of air, he finally willed himself to speak. "Mrs. Andrews?"

Nicole rolled her eyes. She was already behind schedule and these continual pointless interruptions were forever disrupting her ability to concentrate! Of course, this ended up putting her even FURTHER behind schedule! She glanced around, looking for that worthless slob of a husband she had. Of course, he was no where to be found when she needed him! With a sigh of absolute disgust, she met the FedEx man’s eyes. "Yes, can I help you?" she asked, her tone telling him in no uncertain terms that he’d chosen a very, very bad time to knock on her door.

"Delivery umm… it is a bit heavy, should I bring it in?" he asked, his well-practiced – and totally fake – smile plastered on his face. He knew that the customers of these droids spent extra on the freight because of the weight. And after all the months delivering them, he’d learned to just leave the dolly under them in case the clients actually offered to tip him to bring it past their driveway. Heck, if they could AFFORD one of these things – they could afford to tip. Plain and simple!

From inside the house a male voice called "No thanks, we'll take care of it."

The woman at the door rolled her eyes again. The voice belonged to her husband of nearly twelve years. "Where do I sign?" she asked as she thrust her hand out expectantly.

Sensing the tension, the delivery man handed over the electronic clip board and pointed at the box indicating where she should place the stylus. “Right here,” he said, keeping his ‘professional’ smile glued to his face. Damn! No fucking hundred dollar tip with this one! Cheap skates!

She took the pen from him as her husband came around her to inspect the box. "I sent for this as a birthday gift for you hon. I was afraid that it was going to be late. Looks like I was wrong," he quipped with a mischievous wink. He slid his hand over the packaging tape and address. Then pulled out a small knife and started at one edge sending the blade down through the tape with a slight ‘sssttt’.

Nicole finished signing, and handed the clip board back. "Some gift, since you're the one opening it,” she snorted as she crossed her arms and glared at his back. She decided that it might be a good idea to check all their accounts after he’d gone to bed; to figure out how much the bastard had wasted this time.

"Hehe, sorry but it was expensive and I am curious to how it will work," he replied with a dismissive shrug. He left the knife stuck in the box and moved back. He watched the delivery man put away his items, and then attempt to pull the dolly out. With a show of helpfulness, he lifted one side slightly to help allow the man go on his way with reasonable speed.

"You spent more money on something else we don't need?" she stated more than asked. Just as she finished the question she read where the container had come from. She knew that name! Taking a second to think it finally came to her. It was a business that normally sold sex toys. Instantly a smile crossed her face, for she had read about the new robotic clones they had been selling. She had even thought about getting one to replace her useless lazy ass of a husband.

She would have got rid of him years ago if it weren't for his comical demeanor and his creative talents in bed. Granted, that talent hadn’t been used much as of late. Fact of the matter was that she was seriously thinking about putting him out anyway. True, it would be been much better if she had ever managed to get time to order one of the clones with out him knowing about it. At least then she’d have someone to keep her company. Silently amused at the thought he had bought her his replacement. She took hold of his knife and finished cutting the tape herself. Carefully, she peeled the paper off the lid then jammed the knife in between the planks and began to pry the top off. Surprisingly it came off with ease, leaving them to view a layer of packing peanuts. "Morgan, go get a bag. I don’t want this crap on the lawn."

Quickly, the man went back into the house and returned with a hand full of plastic grocery bags. When he returned, he found her sifting through the peanuts, the owners manual in hand and the back of the robot’s helm uncovered. Morgan opened a bag and started scooping hand full of the packing into the bag.

“Stop, just stop!” she ordered with a snort. Nicole shooed her husband away from the box. He had cleared enough that the robot could get out with out spilling them everywhere. And if he’d kept going, she was sure he’d end up making a mess of it. He always did… She looked through the owner’s manual, and then took the knife and using it as a screw driver she opened the panel on the back of the helm. Looking at the manual while she input in the coding. She drummed her fingertips impatiently on the blue armor as she waited for the accepted message. She closed the panel and read the code out loud. “Soundwave activate, owner code 82365-Z-7744-TDI”

The blue head rose up. The activated droid pulled his arms out from their tucked position which allowed him to further pull himself up and stand. “Model 82365-Z-7744-TDI activated - registered owner Nicole Andrews,” he replied as his optics brightened to a brilliant ruby red. The sound that came from his vocalizer surprised her, it was a little low and suggested male, but the overtones created a harmonic resonance that was actually erotic to the musician’s trained ear. Like the perfect third tenor when blended with the perfect base.

For an instant Nicole froze, her profession was music writing scoring film to be more specific, the tones that came from this robot lit up all her training and talent. “Well that is interesting,” she commented with an appreciative smile. She loved male voices to work with, and this droid had one of the most perfect blends of tones she’d ever heard. It – no ‘he’ – was going to be wonderful to just listen to.

“I picked this one because of its origin. The original one’s name is Soundwave,” her husband stated with a measure of pride in his voice. The man paused as he looked over the clone, who returned his look with a curious glint in his visor. Morgan narrowed his eyes slightly, a tad bit unnerved by the strength of the clone’s silent, unblinking glare.

Looking at the clone Nicole touched him on the shoulder. He turned his head to her. “Well I do like blue. Do you talk?”

“Affirmative,” he replied, his face mask moved slightly up and down as he spoke.

Surprised, Nicole suddenly had a load of questions. She’d always been fascinated with the aliens. And her love of sci-fi and enjoyment of creating scores for sci-fi flicks just made her curiosity even that much stronger. “Do you know anything about the alien robots you are made after?”

“Cloned process complete,” he replied. He didn’t know what exact data she was looking for. After all, he was programmed for relating to humans, not reciting a history that didn’t even concern him. He looked over the man with slight contempt. He didn't know why the man gave him these perturbed vibes. But he did. And since this wasn’t his master, he could already tell he wanted nothing really do to with him.

“He’s a clone of the actual Soundwave then?” she stated more than asked. Her eyes roamed over his blue armor. She hadn’t realized just how, sexy, those aliens actually were. The woman looked over the clone again with critical eyes, her mind beginning to wander…

“Affirmative,” the clone replied. He noted his registered owner’s obvious interest in him. But then he assessed the man named Morgan, and concluded that he must be of lower intellectual capacity than the normal human. Which served to yet further lower his urge to interact with the man.

So many thoughts of what she wanted to do ran though her head. Most of them did NOT include Morgan! She was as curious in finding out what she could teach this clone - as she was in what he was already programmed to do in bed. “Well I need to name you, or do you go by Soundwave?”

“Designation is at your digression,” he stated as simply a matter of fact. The clone regarded his new master with curiosity. He assessed her as having significantly higher intelligence than the man, which for some reason made a wave of satisfaction roll through his CPU.

“Hmm.” She thought for several moments before she finally settled on something. “Wave, will have to do. I like it anyway.”

“Wave,” the clone repeated. His memory files locked her image and voice patterns into his active memory. Cross-referencing with standard identification files identified her as a human female, near thirty in Earth years. On a human scale she would rate as average to slightly above average. He locked his designation and his owner’s image and audio into his meta.

“Alright Wave I want you to get out of the crate, but be careful I don’t want those stupid packing peanuts to come out,” Nicole instructed. The magazines she had seen about the clones held lots of useful information. She knew that the clone could learn and develop - which would make it easier for her. She knew that he would have come well equipped to fill the ‘pants’ that her husband was supposed to wear.

Wave slowly rose one foot, his hand grabbing the side of the crate for balance as he carefully brushed off the peanuts with the other. Gears and pulleys whirled audibly until that first foot touched the ground. Once he had that out, he lifted out the other repeating the entire process.

“Alright business first - Take the crate to the back and secure it so the peanuts don’t blow out. Morgan, show him where to put it,” she said in a no-nonsense manner. She was quite used to giving out orders with out thinking about whether the receiver cared. She turned and headed back into the house, but before she closed the door, she turned to bark one more order to her husband, “Once that is done, bring him to me there is lots to learn.” The door slammed behind her as she disappeared.

The man was left there staring at Wave. Who returned his stare with an equally unblinking one. “Alright we better take this to the back,” he said as he bent down to reach for the wooden lid, but Wave got to it before he could. The clone placed it back on top the crate then lifted the crate. “Wow, you’re a smart one aren’t you?”

“Base programming as been updated,” Wave stated. Then he thought about it for an instant as he calculated for the man’s lack of cognitive abilities. In his opinion, Morgan would have no idea what that meant. “Common sense installed,” He finished. Nicole had told him to take it to the back and he wanted to make sure that he did as asked so she would be pleased with him. That was his primary function – her pleasure. Wave didn’t like Morgan already, but it would seem that Nicole had some type of attachment to him. His meda shifted to computations of what that could mean for him, but as Morgan started to lead the way Wave dismissed that for a later time and started silently following along behind him.

Inside, Nicole finally logged onto the website and looked up her particular model of clone. She read through the details of his abilities as well as his transformation. He was a radio of sorts, which she figured he’d have some programming to appreciate music then. That suited her just fine. When she wasn’t working she had music constantly playing through out the house. Perhaps now she’d just have the clone turn himself on a tune himself to whatever chandra she was feeling like on that day. She heard the back door open and a few moments later her husband and Wave joined her. “He’s really quite amazing,” she said - still looking at his model specifications listed on the monitor.

Wave’s visor gleamed slightly as she acknowledged him. He had already committed to his meda that she liked blue. Now it seemed that she also liked his model specifications. A wash of pleasure rolled over his nets, for he had managed to please her without even trying! But then he felt the man’s eyes staring into his back armor, but he tried not to concern himself, for the man wasn’t his master. The man was inferior to the woman. So he chose to refocus all of his attention back onto his master. Locking his optics on the woman, he watched Nicole as she peered at the monitor a little longer. And then she looked back up at him with a facial expression which conveyed that she was impressed..

“So, your primary programming is my pleasure, and you can basically learn to do what ever else I teach you. Correct?”

“Affirmative. I can think on my own,” he replied. Wave seemed to stand a little taller - a bit of pride in his systems.

“Come over here Wave. First things first then! I love music and it gives me pleasure, so I want you to learn everything you can about it.” She got up from the desk and walked to the living area where the book case was filled. “Here this is basic theory. Find me after you finish that, I’ll be at the piano just down that hall in the study. You’ll probably be able to hear me playing.”

“You’re going to teach him music?” Morgan asked – confused. He’d figured that the second the thing was out of the box, they’d be having a wild orgy or something with it! NOT that Nicole would start to teach the darned machine – MUSIC! Shit, that’s what was getting in the way of their love life as it was! “I thought that he’d make things more exciting in bed?” he stammered slightly, in total disbelief that his plan hadn't worked like he'd thought it would.

A long drawn out breath came from the depths of Nicole’s lungs. “Yes, I know what you meant but he can be so much more might as well use it. Besides I work entirely too much to be doing that all the time you know that,” she grumbled. This was an old argument, and she was tired of it. Heck, she was tired of HIM! So if he had the audacity to think she would actually want his lazy, non-working ass in her bed just because of some new sex toy – he was greatly mistaken!

“I should have got one for me too,” Morgan grumbled, “Then maybe I’d get some!” He slunk off one way while she headed to the Piano.

The blue and silver clone stood there - book in hand, as he silently watched the exchange between the two humans. His owner, Nicole, seemed to emanate vibes of irritation - while the man seemed frustrated. He logged that into his memory for later questioning and began his task. Sitting down on the couch, he began to read.

Caught up in the music of her next project Nicole hadn’t heard the clone enter. He stood slightly behind her and to her right. For some reason he seemed familiar with that orientation to his owner. He dismissed the thought then listened to what she was doing. A lot of the basic theory was already preprogrammed as math in his meda. It was much easier to pick up, and faint - almost untouchable - memories seemed to awaken as he listened to the tones, harmonics and melodies. He waited for her to get to the break, for it seemed like she stopped there each time. She played, the driving beat steady on the bottom pushing the floral melodies that swam over and around each other building up farther and farther, until a dramatic augmented chord that lingered leaving everything in suspense. That is where she stopped - again.

“Resolution.” Wave tried to suggest. It seemed to be the property missing from the piece.

“I know,” she sighed. She took a moment to rearrange her fingers over the keys unable to decide which major chord would fit the emotion she was looking for.

He didn’t just learn music - he felt it! He read through the book, taking in all the detail as he memorized what she was playing. If music was something that gave her pleasure then he was sure he wanted to learn it. Wave wanted the resolution! It seemed to call to him as if he had heard it before. Even though that concept didn’t quite compute in his meta. He had only come online only a few hours before, so perhaps his logic circuits weren’t quite in complete resonance yet.

Wave searched his meta for the logical answer, but he could still nearly hear the music though the room was silent! Perhaps his audios were echoing? He ran a systems check, all systems coming back as fully functional. Deciding that there had to be a logical answer; he scanned through the new data he’d just inputted from that music theory book. A triumphant smile passed over his hidden lips, for he had found the answer to his quandary. This effect was something the theory book called in humans as ‘ear training’ which was simply basic memorization of the tones. Since he was a clone already programmed for ‘perfect pitch’ audio detection, this situation was most likely ‘normal’ for his particular model.

Having processed that and found his conclusion, he sat next to her as she hesitated at the keys. Her fingers on display in one cord then changing to another, as he watched he heard the chords, but they weren’t centralized from the piano obviously the keys hadn’t been struck. He concentrated on where it came from then realized it was Nicole. Or perhaps his own meta was anticipating the sound? Slightly perplexed, his unseen lips turned in a frown. But his meta wouldn’t anticipate the sounds and then actually cause his audios to hear those sounds! He glanced at the woman next to him. Had he heard her thoughts? Was that possible? Yet another item of interest to log in his meta and ask about later. He locked her finger positions in his meta. The chords she was thinking of, as his own fingers hovered over the keys on the high end of the piano’s range. Feeling her intensity he finally set his fingers down, and though they were at the top in the soprano tones the chord came out instantly and it all fell into place.

She jotted down the chord on her sheet music. “I’ve been working on that for nearly a week. I’ve tried several different resolutions, but none seemed to feel right. Where did you find that chord?”

Confused, Wave paused. He had not really thought much of it he had just done as he felt would give the proper resolution to the flow of the piece as he had understood it. Not sure that was an answer, but realizing that he couldn’t delay giving the expectant woman an answer any longer he simply stated: “I felt it.”

This is what Nicole craved, someone that would feel music as she did. She moved just a little closer to him, her thigh touching his now. He reacted by leaning over slightly, thus causing his shoulder armor to come in contact with her. She hadn’t noticed before but he was warm, she put her pen down and sat back a little, feeling a sense of accomplishment. “I LOVE music,” she just about sighed.

“Can I play?” he asked with a slight heightening of his inflection. His systems were reacting to the nearness and touch of her with excitement! His base programming urged him to continue to seek it. And if the pleasure she received from the piano’s sound caused her to touch him, to get closer to him – then he wanted the piano to keep playing!

“Can you?” she said in a slightly shocked tone. She turned and looked at the profile of the blue droid, surprised that he had already learned so much! She suspected he learned from the watching he did. Amazing! Absolutely amazing! And here she’d just thought that a droid would simply fill Morgan’s pants!

“I think so,” he said with some hesitation in his voice. Having not done it he had a little bit of anxiety. He caught her studying him from the corner of his optics. He did not want to disappoint her!

She smiled; this is something she could really like! Morgan had no interest in music or what her passion was. They had connected much more on a playful level. They enjoyed the beach and the amusement parks, which was fine until she broke into the career level. And now movie producers were nearly banging down the door to get her to score their movies. Seemingly over night, she had gone to carefree and fun - to a hard-ass and workaholic. She didn’t care; this is what she had strived for! And all her work had finally paid off! She moved over, allowing Wave better access to the keyboard.

Wave didn’t like that she moved away from him. Was she now afraid of him? His question was answered when she hand motioned for him to move over towards her. He moved far enough to come back into contact with her. The heat from her sent a vibration through his chassis. He let his fingers caress the keys, pressing one here and there, feeling them bounce back and noticing that the harder he pressed the louder the sound was produced. Nicole watched as he took to the keys slowly a chord here and there then a melody, it thrilled her that he wanted to please her so eagerly.

Noticing the difference in play, Morgan walked to the den where the Piano was. He stood in the crook of the door across from there the bench was placed. There was that clone sitting next to her - already playing things. ‘Wow!’ he thought. Sure he had taken some clarinet lessons as a child but he was forced to and hated each moment of it. Back when he and Nicole were first dating she would sit down and just play. He would come and sit next to her, and just listen. That didn’t take much effort, and when she was done they’d scurry off to some place more fun, or even to bed. He sure missed those times.

Each stroke of notes made Wave more confident. Quickly he was working through progressions and then into more complex orchestrations. Nicole listened intently loving each flow. As he worked one into another she laid her head on his shoulder lightly still allowing him to play.

Abruptly Wave stopped playing, silence filled the room. He turned his head to look for Morgan who he was certain had come in earlier. He couldn’t move and his neck cables pulled taunt. The man neared him finally. Wave was unsure what to do, Nicole had gone a little slack, and her breathing had become slightly shallow and slower. According to his information banks she had fallen asleep.
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