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HEY IF YOU DIDN'T KNOW ALREADY E! ONLINE IS RUNNING A POLL ABOUT WHICH SHOW OUGHTA BE SAVED

ALMOST HUMAN FANDOM, WE NEED TO MAKE IT INTO THE TOP FIVE BY THURSDAY IN ORDER TO ADVANCE TO THE NEXT ROUND AND WE'RE 6TH.  WE HAVEN'T GOT MUCH TIME!

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HEY IF YOU DIDN'T KNOW ALREADY E! IS RUNNING A POLL ASKING WHICH SHOW OUGHTA BE SAVED

ALMOST HUMAN FANDOM WE'RE REALLY BEHIND

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HEY E! IS RUNNING A POLL ASKING WHICH SHOW OUGHTA BE SAVED 

AND IF YOU COULDN'T TELL ALMOST HUMAN IS PRETTY BEHIND

SO GO VOTE PLEASE (I think it allows for multiple revotes and stuff so keep voting if you can.)

Fox is super fickle with Sci-Fi shows and if they decide there's not enough audience support, they're not gonna hesitate to cut our show.  

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"John... Please, don't do this, John..." Hysteria began creeping into Dorian's voice. Everything drained away, nothing registered in his heightened awareness except the strikingly still face of his partner, streaked over with alarming crimson. It was almost as if he were hibernating or out of charge, he was just... He was too still. Humans weren't supposed to be this still, especially not the human that he... that he...

CPR. Dorian's stained hands shot from cradling his cheek to pumping furiously at his chest. He needed parts. He needed a new heart to start working, he needed eyes that blinked and narrowed and squinted and sparkled, not these... glassy ones. The DRN began screaming for help, paging every unit nearby, but no one replied. They were alone in this room, this blocked off room designed for just them. The two disfunctional cops who needed to be eliminated. One two three four five six seven eight nine ten in a precise 100bpm measure. One two three four five six seven eight nine ten. One two three four five six nine eight seven ten. Six four eight... Kiss. Force oxygen into his lungs like he had tried to do when the warmth left John's lips moments before. Instinct, robotic or human, sent him trying to charge him up, the blue dancing across his face being the only light in the shadowed space. Come back up to suck in more air for the one who needed it, murmur a plea as sparks shoot from the neck, and try again.

Hours. Systems shutting down as more and more emotion wracked Dorian's form. John stayed there, uncharged, d-dead...

Days. Charge below 10%, but it didn't matter. He would give it all trying to fix John. He couldn't do this. He couldn't. There were no parts, there were no batteries, there was nothing an Android could do. After all, that's all he was. Android. He wasn't human. He couldn't shed the tears that he felt should come because there were none. All he could do was mourn and plead and work.

The final percentage of battery. Everything shut down but the basics. Dorian draped himself over John's form. He couldn't tell who was colder, himself or his partner. Soon... Soon it wouldn't matter.

"John... I lo... o... o-o-o..."