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Subject: {ASSM} (ASFR) Introducing Michael Collins (MF,MM,FM,inc,w/s,m/c, others)
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Warning: This story contains frank discussions of a
sexually explicit nature, and is intended for mature
audiences only.
Disclaimer: The persons depicted in this story are
entirely fictional. Any similarities are completely
coincidental. References to actual places, companies,
or organizations are used strictly for
artistic reference to provide realism. In other words,
none of this is true. Then again, you'd have to be a
fucking moron to think it was to begin with. :-)
Copyright (C) MM MC6809EP. NO permission is granted
for its reproduction without the expressed written
consent of its author.
# # # Background # # #
My name is Michael Collins. This is my story.
You see, my shrink suggested I start this. She said
that it might help me come to grips better with who
and what I am.
I've been seeing her now for the past three years or
so. She really is great. If you're ever in the need of
a good psychologist; I highly recommend Dr. Sylvia
Plaxton, in Atlanta, Georgia. Her
number is 404-555-7792. Sorry Sly, for the shameless
plug. :)
Let's see; where to begin?
It all started in 1999; I suppose.
I had a good life. A good job. I was a software
programmer for Cluster Datatronics, Inc. Had a corner
office on the 16th floor in a posh office building in
Buckhead. I wrote the back-end database
indexing code for our multi-architectural eCommerce
transaction processing system. I Earned about $130k a
year.
Life was great.
I also had Julie.
We had met in a grocery store on August 7th, 1997,
at 6:21pm.
I, while honestly not trying to pick her up at the
time, asked her opinion about the freshness of some
guavas I was interested in buying.
What should have lasted 30 seconds for a
conversation, lasted nearly two hours; both of us
standing there in the fruit and vegetable section of
the store discussing everything from our
careers to politics.
I normally don't believe in love at first sight; but
I did know that something had clicked between the two
of us there at that fruit stand.
I was too nervous to ask her out at the time. I
think she sensed that. She offered me her business
card and told me that if I had any other fruit
questions to feel free to call her. :) The rest is
history.
She was the love of my life. Aside from the sex
being fucking unbelievable; she was warm and caring.
Plus, she was a techno-geek like myself. We spent
Wednesday nights, after watching
Star Trek, trying to hack into each-other's Linux
boxes at the house. She always seemed to win somehow.
I guess it's true when it's said that software
programmers don't make good system administrators.
Julie worked for BellSouth; the local telephone-
(trying to be everything)- company.
Julie and I moved up to Atlanta together, from Palo
Alto, California, in early 1999.
We were going to get married in June of 2000.
Life was great. Wait, I said that already. Sorry.
In California, I was a software developer for a
graphics software company. We put out this really cool
software that allowed people to design 3D worlds and
renderings. I worked a lot with SGI
Onyx and Challenge servers running IRIX. It was tres'
cool.
Julie was a hardware repair technician for HP. She
spent most of her days fixing broken motherboards from
HP9000 servers that were returned for being faulty by
the field technicians at the
customer's site. Man, did she know her way around a
logic probe. :)
My life changed dramatically on New Year's Eve, that
year.
Julie and I were relaxing at home, watching the
festivities around the world on CNN. Boy, did the
fireworks look awesome in Sydney harbor! Neither of us
were worried about any Y2K glitches. In
fact, being the techno-geeks which we were; we knew
there would be few, if any, minor problems throughout
the world. We were more worried about the
fundamentalist Christians pontificating the
end of the world or some nut-case in New York setting
off a pipe bomb during the ball drop.
I wanted to go downtown to see the peach drop at
midnight. Julie talked me out of it. She wanted to
stay home and bring in Y2K with our own cocktail show.
She wanted my own balls to drop.
I got the picture!
That evening, we decided to watch My Best Friend's
Wedding on DVD. We started it around 9:00pm,
guaranteeing us enough time for our own excitement to
begin before 11:59:59.
# # # Y 2 K # # #
"That was such a good movie!" she exclaimed,
reaching over to kiss me.
Now, I'm not the biggest fan of Julia Roberts, even
if she was from Marietta, Georgia; about 30 minutes
from where we lived.
"It was ok," I said, resting my head on the back of
the couch.
Julie took her hand and caressed my scalp, running
her fingers through my hair. She knew what that did to
me. She knew what was about to come. It was time. :)
I picked her up and carried her upstairs to the
master bedroom. It was about 11 o'clock. The entire
trip up the flight of stairs, Julie couldn't move her
hands away from my scalp. I was so horny
at this point, I could've probably hung a weight off
the front of my shorts.
Gently, I set her down on the bed, and began to
passionately kiss her. My tongue explored her mouth
and hers, mine. She loved to embrace my tongue with
her lips. It drove me wild.
I took her shirt over and off her head; exposing her
round, perky breasts.
With my left hand, I reached into her shorts, and
guided my index finger down her inner thigh, as I
kissed and sucked on her left breast. Much to my
delightment, she wasn't wearing any
underwear. Then again, neither was I! We both loved
the feel of naked denim against our flesh.
With my right hand, I caressed her face, and moved
my hand down to her right breast and slowly massaged
it.
Julie's nipples were hard, and erect. She used to
love it when I'd gently pinch each one while I was
massaging them.
At this same time, I guided my left hand down and
around her opposite thigh, up to her waist. She was
wet with anticipation; her womanly moisture rubbing
onto my wrist.
My left hand made its way up her waist and chest,
allowing my lips and mouth to explore her body as I so
loved doing.
I kissed and licked her chest all over, savoring the
flavor of her essence. As my lips traveled down past
her belly button; Julie stopped my actions and gently
guided me next to her on my back.
She got up, and sat down on my legs, pinning me to
the bed.
"I am so lucky to have you," she said; smiling,
brushing her hair out of her face.
"As am I, you," I said, cupping my hands behind my
head; smiling gently up at her.
Julie began unbuttoning my shirt, starting with the
bottom button and working her way up. As she made her
way to the second button, and allowed my shirt to fall
away, she giggled when she
saw Mr. Happy was peeking up from underneath my
shorts; an ooze of precum flowing into my bellybutton.
"Tee-hee," she giggled. "We'll have time for Mr.
Happy later." Gently she kissed my throbbing cock,
licking the visible shaft as she continued.
Slowly, she unbuttoned the rest of my shirt, and
began licking and kissing me; starting at my
bellybutton, her tongue taking in the deposit of
precum I had made earlier.
I caressed her hair as she moved her lips up to my
chest.
She and I had this thing with each-other as we had
foreplay. We loved to bring each-other almost to
climax before actually, you know, doing it. It made
both of our experiences much more
intense that way. I loved that about her.
She let her hands explore the outside of my shorts;
running her fingers around my balls, through the
denim. With her middle-finger and thumb, she glided
her hand up the length of my shaft,
through my shorts, gently pinching my exposed head and
shaft.
I moaned.
From the TV downstairs, we could here the announcer
say it was 11:30pm.
We wrestled for a more comfortable position on top
of the bed. I let my shirt fall off my shoulders, and
Julie and I embraced each-other tight; our legs
entwined with each-other's.
Our hands and arms explored each-other's backs; her
nails scratching and digging into mine.
When we finished our embracing, I maneuvered Julie
onto her back.
With my hand, I explored her crotch. First, outside
her denim shorts. I slipped my hands deep into the
crack between her and the bed. Deep within the
crevice, I could ever so slightly feel her
moisture seeping through her now soaked panties and
denim. I maneuvered my hand up to the top button of
her shorts. I let my ring and index finger inside to
explore her folds; my middle finger
gently flicking her engorged clit as I worked my way
down.
She screamed the most pleasurable scream I'd heard.
I moved my head down to her shorts, and gently undid
the single button causing her chaste. Gently I took
hold of her zipper with my teeth and guided it down.
Her aroma filling my nostrils.
As she lifted herself up, I gently slid her shorts
down her legs and let them fall to the floor.
I took her right foot in my hands, and gently
massaged it; kneading her arch.
I then knelt down; slowly kissing her sole. As my
lips worked their way to her pinky-toe, I let my hands
traverse up her calf. By the time my tongue and lips
had made their way to her bigtoe, my
hands were exploring her moist caverns, and I was
giving her a toe-job with my tongue and lips.
I loved pleasing her. She was pleasurably moaning
throughout this whole experience. Fortunately for us,
our next-door neighbor was old and deaf. It provided
quite a bit of freedom for us
sexually, in the bedroom. :)
I let my lips and tongue begin to traverse up her
legs to her thighs as my hands moved their way up to
her breasts; giving them some much needed attention at
this point.
Slowly at first, I let my tongue explore her folds,
then penetrate; tasting her magnificent juices, paying
careful attention to her north pole, hidden by it's
shroud.
As my tongue pleased her faster, I allowed my
fingers to tune her nipples. Julie's moans were
increasing in frequency at this point; her breathing
becoming more deep and heavy.
I concentrated on her shroud, and the magic hidden
beneath it, and let my fingers maneuver back down to
her thighs. Julie arched up; a shivering wave emanated
from within; sighed, and
briefly relaxed on the bed.
I climbed up to lay next to her and kiss her. We
kissed and caressed each-other some more for a few
minutes. Julie then moved so she could take my shorts
off. As she undid the button to my
shorts, my cock pushed slightly away from my body; it,
no longer being restrained.
Julie moved around to straddle my chest.
"Ooh, I love it when you're in this position," I
whispered to her.
She knelt down to take me in her mouth, as I let my
tongue travel up and inwards her back thigh. As she
took me completely in her mouth, I buried my nose and
tongue into her.
"Oooh!" she exclaimed, arching back to let my tongue
bury even more deeply inside her.
Julie continued to knead my cock with her mouth,
stroking my shaft with her to tongue. At this point, I
couldn't stand it anymore. With two heavy thrusts, I
quivered as I emptied into her. Julie
licked my shaft as if it were a Popsicle; cleaning and
savoring its nectar.
In a state of bliss, I relaxed as I sunk deep into
the bed. Julie turned around to sit on my stomach and
face me.
"I'm not letting you get off this easy," she said,
smiling; tweaking my nipples with her fingers.
"I love it when you tell me what to do," I replied.
I was special, I guess. At least, Julie told me none
of her other partners that she's had in the past could
do what I could do. I was pretty virile - as far back
as I could remember, since I was a
teenager I could climax multiple times in a relatively
short period of time. Julie knew this, and she knew
she wasn't about to let me get out of fucking her
before midnight.
"11:55," she said, looking at the clock on the
nightstand, "we better get busy!"
She turned around, so that her back was facing me.
Slowly, she drew her fingers down to my balls. As she
continued to glide her fingers to the edge of my anus,
I became engorged again;
throbbing, as she moved her fingers back up, kneading
my sac and balls gently.
"Perfect!" she exclaimed as she moved downwards.
With care and perfection, she glided my shaft into
her shaven pussy. I grabbed her hips with my hands as
she began to rock back and forth, moving my shaft as
if it were some joystick.
"Honey," she said, "I do believe that you're even
harder now than before."
Slowly, Julie began to move up and down on my shaft.
I let my hands move down in front of her; gently
massaging the crest of her womaness.
Her moans became louder. I gently grabbed the remote
control to turn on Dick Clark's New Year's Eve
special. Cheers were being heard from Times Square.
The announcer told us it was
11:58.
Julie stretched down to grab my ankles as she
increased her thrusts slightly.
"11:59, just one more minute to go!" the announcer
exclaimed.
She sat up again; her thrusts going faster and
faster.
My breathing was becoming deeper, my heart racing
faster with each thrust. Would I be able to wait
almost another minute?
"10!" the crowd cheered on through the speakers, as
I exclaimed "Oh, God!"
Julie paused.
"9!" they continued.
"Hold on, baby," she instructed.
I tensed up, trying to withhold my eminent eruption.
"8!"
Julie turned around with me still inside her so she
could face me.
"7!"
"Almost time," she continued.
"Oh, Jesus!" I couldn't help from exclaiming.
"6!" Dick Clark said.
Julie continued moving herself up and down my shaft.
"5!" she yelled, going faster.
"4!" I joined in, moving my hips in opposite unison
to her.
"3!" we continued, our hips moving like a well oiled
machine.
"2!" we screamed.
"1!" she said, throwing herself onto my chest so I
could embrace her deeply.
"Happy New Year!" we exhaled, as she pushed herself
down onto my cock as I released what felt like a
century's worth of sexual energy deep within her.
Then time stood still.
My reverent scream of jubilation continued as my
voice became more and more oscillated. I froze.
Julie was oblivious to this, at first - entranced in
her own climax.
My eyes went black as I became unconscious.
When I awoke, I was in the basement of our house,
laying naked on my workbench. I saw Julie sleeping at
her keyboard, sitting at the adjoining table.
"What happened?" I said.
"Oh!" she said, jumping up. "You startled me."
I tried to get up, but I found I was paralyzed. I
couldn't move any muscles below my neck.
"Julie," I said more sternly, "what's going on?"
She gave me a look, and abruptly stood up and walked
over.
"What's going on?" she asked rhetorically. "Why
don't you tell me what the fuck is going on." she
ordered as she slapped me across the face.
"Uh," I muttered. "Uh, I, I don't know. What time is
it?"
"5:20pm," she said. "On January third!"
I sighed. I tried to remember what happened, what
was going on.
"I honestly don't know," I said. "The last thing I
remember we were making love on New Year's Eve."
"Go on," she said; her back to me as she sat back
down at her computer.
"Well, it turned midnight," I went on. "You were
coming, I was coming, and then I blacked out."
She tapped away at her keyboard some more, literally
pounding on the keys. She then paused for a moment,
pushed herself away from table, and rolled herself
over.
"Then let me fill in the blanks," she said
sarcastically.
"You're right," she continued. "We were both
coming."
She went on to tell me that as we were both saying,
"Happy New Year!" to each-other, I didn't stop. Didn't
stop speaking, or coming for that matter.
"Your voice became very distorted," she told me.
"What do you mean I didn't stop coming," I
questioned.
"That was the most fucked up part," she went on.
"You didn't stop coming for like 10 minutes!"
She reached over and picked up my head to look down
at my body laying on the table. Unbeknownst to me, my
cock was still rock hard at this point, in fact I
think it was a little bigger!
"The sheets are ruined," she said. "I think I
sponged up close to 250ml of cum from you."
I closed my eyes. All I wanted to do was cry, but
couldn't bring myself to form any tears.
"I thought you had died," she told me. "After I
composed myself, I was just about to call the cops,
911, or somebody when I heard strange beeping coming
from your chest."
I thought it was strange that she heard beeping, but
let her go on.
"When I put my ear to your chest, I heard whirring
and beeping. I knew you weren't dead," she consoled;
"but I also knew you weren't alive, either."
She went on to tell me how she dragged me down the
flights of stairs to the basement, and hopped me up
here.
She told me how she got the video camera, and set it
up to record. She had the TV from the guest-bedroom
sitting on the table next to her. I watched it as she
played the tape.
I wouldn't have believed what I saw the next thirty
minutes if it weren't on tape.
She was brushing away tears on the tape as she
examined me there, laying on the table. She glided her
hands slowly across my chest, feeling all around. She
moved her hands to the side of
my chest.
"Interesting," she said on the tape. "I hadn't
noticed this before!"
"Between your second and third ribs," she told me
while we continued to watch the tape.
"What?" I asked. She motioned for me to watch.
The next thing I saw truly amazed me. My chest split
open and flanged out.
"Fuck me!" she said on the tape.
I could see her on the tape walking over to the
camera and picking it up. She carried the camera over
to record what she was seeing. What I next saw almost
blew my mind away.
As she focused the camera into my chest, in the
upper right-hand side of this ... cavity ... there
were rows and rows of tiny lights and switches.
Spread elsewhere were jacks. Cables ran through and
into the rest of my body.
"Amazing," I said aloud.
Julie paused the videotape as she got closer to me.
"You mean you didn't know?" she said as she brushed
my cheek with her hand.
"No," I said, looking up. "Hey Jules, why can't I
move anything?" I asked.
"Oops!" she exclaimed. "Let me take care of that for
you."
She rolled her chair back to her keyboard, typed
away at her keyboard, then rolled back over to me with
a long cable. She secured the cable in her mouth as
she pressed on both sides of my
ribs. A "click" followed by a "whoosh" sound was heard
as my chest opened up like a box-top.
"Fuckin'A," I mumbled.
Just then, the doorbell rang upstairs.
"Fuck," I mumbled aloud.
"Don't worry, babe," Julie said, patting me on the
head. "It's just Arnie."
"Fuck!" I exclaimed. "Arnie doesn't know, does he?"
Arnie Phillips. Major geek. Major prick. Major pain
in my ass. Arnie's my coworker at Cluster Dataronics.
I hated his personality, but respected his coding
abilities immensely.
"Arnie fixed you," she said.
Before Julie could make it to the stairs to walk
back up, the door to the basement flung opened and
heavy footsteps descended.
"Julie?" Arnie yelled as he walked downward.
"Down here," we both said, in unison.
Arnie turned the corner where I was laying and
stopped dead in his tracks.
"Dudes!" he exclaimed. "The robo-cock is alive!" he
said.
"Fuck you," I yelled.
Arnie giggled as he walked over to me. "More like
you've been programmed to fuck Julie it looks to me,"
he said.
Julie threw the cable she'd been holding down,
turned around and slapped him right across the face.
"That was uncalled for," she said.
"Ouch," he said as he took a step back protecting
himself. I just glared.
"So, when did he reboot," he asked. Julie turned
back towards me and screwed the connections from the
cable into my chest.
"About 30 min ago," she replied.
"Cool," he said.
She sat herself down, and rolled back over to her
keyboard, and entered a few more commands.
"Try to move your arms," she asked me.
Like she requested, I tried moving my hands and arms
which moved just as easily as before.
"Good," she said; as she continued to type. "Now try
lifting your legs," she asked.
Just as before, I tried moving my legs and feet.
Things appeared to be back to normal.
I swung my legs over the table where I could finally
sit up.
"Jules, would you get my boxers for me," I asked.
She smiled back at me. "Sure thing, be right back."
When she had walked upstairs, I took the opportunity
to sucker-punch Arnie. With moderate force, my fist
met up with his cheek.
"Fuck!" he said falling back. "What did you do that
for?" he said, brushing a tear from his eye.
"That's for the robo-fucking-cock comment earlier,"
I said.
"But Jeeze, man," he said. "That fucking hurt! I
can't help it if your cock is programmable!"
"What do you mean?" I replied.
"Dude! You are fucking amazing," he explained.
Arnie went on to explain how I must have been
developed for the CIA or some bullshit reason. He
explained how I had a very, very, tiny nuclear reactor
which provided my body with electricity.
"Very efficient," I remember his remarks about it. He
explained how I was created with a compartmentalized
systemic operating system, essentially running an
operating system called "OS/9". He
explained how each of my systems and subsystems were
controlled by their own autonomous CPUs all controlled
by a series of 8 Motorola 68080 CPUs. One or more
Motorola 68020 CPUs
controlled my subsystems.
Arnie found the system console jack inside my chest
(RS-485) and helped Julie wire up a communications
cable from her linux box so she could use minicom to
communicate with my main
processors and programming.
"So what happened to me the other night," I asked
him.
He started busting out laughing as he started to
explain. "You weren't," he said; his laughter getting
stronger. "You weren't Y2K compliant!" he finished,
resting his hand on my shoulder. "Your
memory management subroutines rolled back to epoch
(January 1, 1970, 00:00:00) but since you weren't
created then, there were no files to access - your
kernel panicked."
"Oh and by the way, dude," he went on, muting his
previous laughter in the process. "I'd stay away from
any past-life regression therapy if I were you! You'd
probably flip out."
I knew all about kernel panics, and Unix in general
- I was a Unix developer. This whole scenario explains
why I'm attracted to the operating system so much.
About this time, Julie came back down with my sweat
pants. She tossed them to me and I put them on.
"Anything we can do about this," I motioned to the
prevalent hard-on sticking out through my pants. I
tried pushing my still erect cock down into my pants
leg but it seemed to make the
'problem' only more visible.
"Uh," Julie began to say; her giggles impairing her
speech. "That system is, pardon the pun -- hung," she
continued - breaking out into hard laughter. "I need
to remove it and reset it," she
continued, composing herself in the process. "But we
can deal with that, later."
She removed the communications cable which she had
inserted into my chest earlier and closed it up.
"Let's all go upstairs," Julie suggested. "It's too
cold down here."
Jules and Arnie motioned for me to go ahead of them
up the stairs. I found this quite odd; usually I let
Julie lead. Was she afraid of me, or were they afraid
I might fall down so they could catch
me?
I quickly headed for the bar in the living room to
fix myself a shot of tequila. As I placed the
shotglass on the counter and began pouring; Arnie was
standing next to Julie and he cleared his
throat.
"What?" I asked.
Arnie looked down at the shotglass and then up at
me. "You don't need that," he said.
"Yeah, I guess it's kinda moot at this point, huh?"
I replied.
I walked upstairs to our bedroom to get a shirt on.
Android, or no android; Julie had set the thermostat
way low and I was cold. I found my robe and put it on.
At the very least, it covered the
embarrassing predicament I was currently in.
As I walked down the stairs, I could see Arnie was
quietly talking to Julie about something. I couldn't
quite make out what they were saying; but whatever it
was, it was obvious they didn't want
me to hear.
I walked into the family room and sat down in my
chair and picked up a magazine to skim through. Arnie
and Julie soon followed, together.
"Arnie," I said, sitting up in the chair. "I
appreciate everything you've done for me the past
several days but I think Julie and I can handle it
from here."
I set the magazine down, got up, and approached him.
"Thanks again, for all your help," I said, not giving
him a chance to interject anything. "I'll see you at
the office tomorrow." I continued,
escorting him to the door. "Oh, and Arnie?" I said.
"Not a word of this to anybody. If I find out you've
told anyone about this house's little 'secret'; I'll
be forced to let everyone know how you've
been embezzling money from the company."
He stood there for a second, his mouth partly opened
and paused. Gently I reached up to close his mouth,
and I guess he thought I was going to hit him again or
something. He stepped away,
turned around, and walked to his car.
When I saw him get into his car, I closed the door,
locked it. As I turned around, I saw Julie standing in
the hall; her arms folded across her chest.
"That was rude," she said.
"I don't want to hear it, Jules. Not now."
"He's only trying to help!" she continued. "What if
you break, again?"
"I don't trust him, Jules."
She stopped me as I walked past her, and threw me
around to face her. "Do you trust ME," she asked?
Pausing for a moment - and now, thinking back, it
was probably a millisecond too long, I replied with,
"Of course."
"Hrumph," was all she said as she let me go.
I sat back down in my chair and turned on the TV.
Family Matters was on TBS. It was the episode where
Urkel was putting the finishing touches on his
Urkel-Bot. I hated Family Matters, and I
hated Urkel even more. Jules was in the kitchen fixing
herself a drink.
"Talk about a fake!" I exclaimed out loud, looking
at the 'Urkel-Bot', which looked like a cross between
the tin-man and Michael Jackson.
Julie smiled and walked over to me and sat in my
lap. She set her Coke down on the end table.
"You're the real thing," she said; reaching up to
kiss me, stroking my cock with her hand. "Does Mr.
Happy want to play?" she asked.
"Not right now," I replied.
"Mmmmmmm," she moaned. "Your mouth says 'No' but Mr.
Happy says 'Yes'," she said.
"No it's not," I said; slapping my hand against the
side of the chair. "Remember?"
She moved her hand away from my cock and caressed my
face. "I'm sorry, baby," she said. "I forgot."
"I don't know what I'm gonna do about it," I said,
sighing. "I can't go into work with a raging hard-on."
I felt like an animated commercial for Viagara, or
something.
"Who said anything about going into work tomorrow?"
she questioned.
Now, at this point I was becoming a little annoyed
with her. I think she sensed this but when we argued,
she did love to push my buttons (sic) ... see how far
she could push me.
"Who's going to pay the mortgage?" I returned.
She stopped caressing my cheek for a moment, looked
me in my eyes. "Good point."
She stayed there in my lap for the next several
hours while I watched TV. I knew she was horny; I
didn't say anything, but she couldn't keep her hands
out of my pants as she was stroking my
cock back and forth. By the end of it all, I have to
admit; I was getting a little turned on myself.
"What did you do," she asked me.
"What do you mean?"
"I think you're getting turned on," she continued.
She pulled her hand out of my pants; which has been in
there for the past hour or so. Her fingers were
dripping with my clear juices.
"Yeah, I think you're right," I said, a sly grin
plastered across my face.
Something Arnie said earlier though was sticking in
my mind. Did I truly love Julie (and for that matter,
love fucking her) or was I really programmed to fuck
her?
She jumped up off my chair, and grabbed my hand to
follow her. She threw off her blouse as she made it to
the hall, and I wasn't far behind her. She raced up
the stairs to our bedroom. Her
shorts on the floor at the middle of the flight. I let
her keep the lead. As I entered our bedroom; she was
spread out naked on our bed.
I hopped up on top of her, my pants still on. She
wrapped her arms around my shoulders, pulling me down
to kiss me.
"Android or not," she told me. "I still love you,"
she said.
"As do I, you," I said; kissing the tip of her nose.
"Granted," she interrupted me. "I love your cock
better," she said, laughing; picking her feet up to
grab the waistband of my pants with her toes.
"Well," I quickly replied, "I'll try not to let it
let you down."
"I don't think you could at it's current state," she
finished giggling at the process of pulling the
waistband down - struggling to get it past what it was
currently snagged on, but succeeding none
the less.
I kicked my pants off with my legs and let them fall
to the floor. Gently, I guided my cock into her with
my hand as she wrapped her legs around me.
"Ouch!" she said unexpectedly.
"What?"
"I'm just not used to your 'RoboCock Version 2.0'"
she said smiling.
"Remind me to ask you what and how you did that when
we're finished," I whispered to her.
Julie adjusted herself to a more comfortable
position and pulled me deep inside her.
She moaned with delight.
The next 2 hours, we fucked. Missionary. Sixty-nine.
Doggy. Riding the pony. She even asked me to fuck her
in the ass! She never asked me to do that before.
I think she came close to 20 times throughout our
marathon session. I could tell she was beginning to
get tired, so I decided we'd finish where we'd
started.
She asked me about this time why I hadn't come yet.
I told her I was waiting for her first. She asked me
to come, so I withdrew from her and finished off by
spewing onto her stomach.
She got up to go to the bathroom to take a shower.
She threw me a towel to wipe myself as she closed the
door.
I laid back onto the bed and smoked a cigarette.
"Guess I don't need to worry about these killing me
anymore," I thought to myself; flipping on the TV.
As I finished my second smoke, she emerged from the
shower naked and damp. I leaned over to kiss her, then
I got up to take a shower, myself.
When I got into the bathroom, I stared at my naked
body in the mirror for a little bit. I wondered if I
would short out as I entered the shower; then quickly
discarded this since I've taken
thousands of showers before with no problems.
Facing myself, I took my thumbs and depressed where
Julie had depressed earlier that evening. Sure enough;
just as before, my chest opened up.
I straddled the toilet next to the shower - it was
closer to the full length mirror since it didn't have
the sink in the way. I couldn't help but take a closer
look at 'myself'.
One of the things I immediately noticed were two
rows of 8 pin DIP switches towards the center. All
switches were on with the exception of the last. I was
curious as to what these did! I
reached into the drawer to grab the tweezers and
gently pushed it up.
Immediately after doing this, I felt strange. My
eyes went black, and I couldn't move. Strange enough,
I still was conscious; or so I thought.
A few seconds later, I was still standing in that
same position; my hand still holding the tweezers in
the exact same position. Only this time; things looked
a little strange!
I closed my left eyelid. My field of view was
divided into four quadrants; I could see four panes of
the same picture (They all went black as my eyelids
closed). One was labeled "IR", one was
labeled "UV", one was labeled "STD" and one was
labeled "REP/PREV".
I reopened my left eyelid.
Next, I closed my right eyelid. Again, the field of
view in that eye was divided into quadrants. This eye,
however, was laid out a little different than the
others. One screen was labeled "CON", had
green text on a black background. There was a flashing
cursor, but the text was too small for me to notice.
The next screen was labeled "STAT". It had a graphical
menu, with a wire-framed
outline of what looked like me. The other screen,
marked "PROG" was itself divided into two more
equidistant panes. The top pane had code scrolling by
so rapidly it was blurred. The bottom had a
flashing cursor. Last, the fourth pane was labeled
"DIAG". It had a more general picture outlined picture
of myself. Kinda reminded me of the Ford cars that had
the outlines of the vehicles with
LEDs which showed you if the trunk lid wasn't closed.
I reopened my right eyelid.
Again I paused, looking straight ahead. I realized
that whatever I did to myself that this was going to
make it a little more difficult to concentrate on what
I was doing, or seeing.
"I wish things were somewhat back to normal," I
thought to myself.
Almost immediately after finishing the thought; my
eyes became somewhat normal again. Both fields of view
were occupied again by a color image. The three other
images in my left eye
minimized down to very tiny icons toward the bottom;
and the four "consoles" which were occupying my right
eye 10 seconds ago, were reduced as well.
"This is cool," I thought to myself.
Just then, I could hear Julie yelling to me from the
bedroom, "Hurry up in there!" she said.
I felt like a kid with a new toy.
I took my hands and closed my chest back up and
examined it in the mirror.
Not a seam was visible! I had to find out more about
myself, and who built me; but all that could wait for
another time.
I started the shower and proceeded to step in to
bathe. I started to wash my hair.
"114 deg. F" appeared in my consciousness. Instead
of just 'feeling' if something was too hot or too cold
before; I actually knew the temperature now! This was
cool.
As I moved down past my waist to wash my groin; I
noticed that my cock was no longer hard. It was
hanging down to the left like it normally did, and it
was definitely bigger.
"What a relief," I thought to myself. I had already
decided that I would telecommute tomorrow if it was
still a visible 'problem' in the morning.
I finished showering, and dried off. When I walked
out of the bathroom, Julie was in her night-shirt
under the covers.
"What were you doing in there," she asked me?
Climbing into bed -- I always slept naked -- I
explained to her how I was 'examining' myself a little
more.
She reached down to feel my cock and moved the
flaccid pole from one side to the other.
"Aww," she said. "You got rid of Mr. Happy."
"It went away while I was showering," I cajoled her.
"Hopefully not for good," she continued, moving her
hand up my body to caress my cheek. She told me
good-night and kissed my other cheek as she drifted
off into sleep.
That night, I couldn't sleep. It wasn't like I
needed to, at this point.
I spent the next 7 hours exploring my consciousness.
I learned the "IR" camera was extremely cool; it
converted infra-red into visible light. I could now
see in the dark and tell if someone was running a
fever; in one fell swoop.
The "UV" camera was a little more obscure. It
converted ultra-violet into visible light. I wasn't
sure where or how I would use this new "gift" but none
the less, I couldn't wait for the sun to come
up and test it out.
The main camera was marked "STD". I'm assuming it
stood for 'standard'. The only other thing I could
come up with is that maybe it was a camera for seeing
if people had any sexually
transmitted diseases. I dismissed that latter thought
almost immediately.
The camera marked "REP/PREV" wasn't actually a
camera I realized. It was more of a VCR. I thought
about the shower just a few minutes ago, and the
scenes were replaying in the window. As
soon as I wished the screen was bigger, it maximized
to occupy my entire field of view.
"So I just think what I want and it happens," I
thought to myself.
"Go, go, gadget legs," I thought out loud to myself.
I tried thinking back to me laying on the workbench
down in the basement. As soon as I finished my
thought, the images of me staring over at Julie
working at her keyboard appeared. I could
even hear the sound of the furnace.
I thought back to New Year's Eve. I think I replayed
us both climaxing as the clock struck midnight over
about 50 times. Each time, as my 'self' crashed, the
screen became all garbled and
distorted then blackness.
I thought back to last week. Arnie was telling the
same stupid joke about the difference between geeks
and lawyers.
I thought back to last month. Julie and I had went
out to T.G.I. Fridays for dinner. I remembered clearly
now how the waiter sucked, and I didn't tip him very
well. The taste of the steak and beer
from that dinner though was as strong as if we'd just
ate there 2 hours ago.
I tried to remember as far back as I possibly could.
The first images were of me driving to the grocery
store to get some guavas.
"This is odd," I thought. I wondered if this thing
had just a rewind.
"Just rewind," I thought to myself.
Like pressing rewind on a DVD player, faster and
faster strange images appeared. I tried to keep up
with them, but couldn't.
Images that looked like combat exercises. Images of
me, holding machine guns, shooting at targets; and at
people. Images of me in an operating room, or a lab.
Men, women.
Strange men, and women. People I didn't know before.
Army, Navy, Air Force, and Marines uniforms. All
ranks. Men in lab coats.
More images of me.
Unassembled.
"Pause," I thought to myself.
The timestamp read February 1, 1997, 18:11 GMT.
There was my head, sitting on a workbench, supported
by a stand. A rather stout man sitting next to me with
a beard, working at a keyboard.
Arms to the left of me, legs to the right.
My hand, on the other side of him; attached to a
robot arm, like the kind you'd see in an automobile
assembly plant (though much smaller).
"Play," I thought again.
The images rolled forward. There was no audio.
A woman was behind the man who was sitting next to
me. She was working at another table. Her back was to
me so I couldn't see exactly what she was doing until
she moved. Then it hit me.
There was my lower torso; rather my hips, supported
on the table by another harness. Out in front,
sticking straight up in the air, was my cock!
She walked over to me, or rather to the stout man
sitting next to me and the two went over to it. She
got a tray sitting next to her and held it out, in
front of my cock. She reached over to her
keyboard and pressed a few more buttons.
I came.
God, did I feel embarrassed at this point, looking
at myself. She was jumping up and down with joy, and
the stout man was patting her on the back.
A moment later, several other people entered the
area, and she pressed the button again.
I came, again.
One woman pressed a few more buttons and my cock
spewed jism extremely rapidly. The woman who was
sitting there before gently pushed the other woman
away, pressed a few more
buttons, and it stopped.
My cock went limp, and the woman set the tray
underneath it to catch the drainage.
I had to stop this; I was getting too depressed. I
looked at the clock next to the bed and it was
midnight.
"Why is everyone so fascinated with my cock," I
wondered.
I spent the rest of the night exploring different
parts of my new gifts. I put my robe on and went
downstairs to the basement and watched the rest of the
videotape which Julie had recorded New
Years.
It looks like she called Arnie over quite soon after
she started recording. He was there in about an hour.
He did help her with me I suppose. He also helped
himself to me, too; which I wish I
never saw!
Several hours into the tape, you could tell Julie
was quite tired. Arnie suggested to her to go to bed.
She agreed, and walked up the stairs.
I guess Arnie didn't notice the camera propped up on
the shelf recording the whole incident.
A few minutes after Julie left, he approached me. My
legs were dangling off the long end of the table.
"You're an ASFR's fan dream come true," he said
aloud.
"ASFR?! What the hell is ASFR," I thought to myself.
The next several minutes shocked and angered me
immensely. Arnie proceeded to violate my limp body
there on the table.
Not once, but twice; he thrust his cock into my ass,
picking my legs up over his shoulders beforehand so he
could 'get in'. When he was finished fucking 'me', he
grabbed my cock in his hands
and proceeded to give me a blowjob.
I was pissed. I was furious! I wanted to drive over
to his apartment right now and beat the shit out of
him.
I felt hurt, abused, and violated.
I had to come up with a way to get even with him,
somehow. It wasn't like I could go to the cops with
any of this.
The rest of the tape was pretty benign. He didn't
violate me anymore - that I could tell. I finished
watching the tape around 3am, took it out of the
player and destroyed it.
I looked over Julie's notes a bit. She apparently
'explored' me a little more than Arnie did. Her, I
didn't mind! She made detailed drawings of the inside
of my head, arms, torso, back, etc.
It was really quite fascinating.
I was absorbing all of her notes when I didn't
notice the time until I heard footsteps coming down
the stairs.
"Honey," Julie said as she peeked around the corner.
"There you are!" she said.
She came over to me and gave me a big hug. "I got
worried about you when I woke up and you weren't in
the bed," she said.
"I was doing some introspection," I told her.
She picked up the crumpled videotape sitting on the
floor. "What's this?" she asked. "Why did you destroy
the tape?"
"There was nothing on there worth watching," I told
her; beginning to get upset.
"Fuck you, then," she yelled at me. "I wanted to
keep it for posterity!"
Trying to contain myself, I explained to her how if
the tape fell into the wrong hands, that we both could
be in deep shit.
"You're right, as usual," she said; reaching up to
kiss me.
She took my hand and guided me back up the stairs.
When we got up to the main floor of the house, Julie
proceeded to begin fixing breakfast. I refastened my
robe, and walked outside to pick up the paper. The sun
was just about to come up.
As I opened the door, I simply thought of turning on
the UV camera and magically my entire field of view
was transformed. Beautiful hues of blue, violet, red,
and magenta emanated in waves
from behind the landscape.
Everything else was kind of eerie looking. I could
make out the grass and windows in my neighbors' houses
- but everything else was black. The wood, and
concrete didn't reflect the UV rays
hardly at all.
I thought of what the outside would look like in
infrared. Just like before, immediately after I
finished my thought the view changed.
I think this was even more beautiful than the last!
Shades of red to white filled the sky. Magenta streaks
laid upon the asphalt from Mr. River's car tires next
door. He worked nights at a
meat-packing plant and always came home in the early
morning hours.
I saw the heat from a squirrel, sleeping up in the
tree.
"Fucking amazing," I said out loud.
I picked up the morning's AJC, turned around, and
walked back inside. Julie set down some coffee for me
at the table, and I opened the paper.
As soon as I took a look at the paper, something
deep inside me told me to turn the page. I did; and
500 milliseconds later, I was looking at the next
page.
This continued for about 2 minutes. I finished all
the sections of the paper and set it down for Julie.
"Nothing interesting worth reading," she asked me;
glancing at the paper I pushed to her.
"Very," I told her. "I finished reading it!"
Picking up the paper for herself, she looked at me
from behind the pages, "You couldn't do that before,"
she said.
"I couldn't do a lot of things before," I told her.
"The coffee you and I are drinking; it's exactly 132
deg. F in temperature." I went on. "The toast, it's
103 deg. F. It's 71 deg. F in this room, with a
42% relative humidity."
She laughed as she set her paper down. "My boyfriend
has been turned into a walking meteorological
station."
I finished the toast and went upstairs to get
dressed. I put on my briefs and socks, picked a
suitable shirt out of the closet, and put on my jeans
and belt.
While looking at myself in the mirror, I noticed the
new "bulge" in my pants. Julie had given me another 3
inches to my man-hood, and it was visible now in my
jeans. I debated untucking my
shirt but figured I'd leave it as it is. Untucked
shirts were against the corporate climate of my
office.
I came downstairs, kissed her good-bye, and walked
into the garage to head to work.
Driving to Buckhead was always a pain in the ass. I
lived in Alpharetta and had to take SR-400 each day.
Predictably, there must have been a pile-up later on
down the road because as I got
to Holcomb Bridge Road, traffic was at a stand-still.
About 30 minutes later, I made my way through the
toll-booth and sped up so I could get over to take the
Lenox Rd. exit.
I pulled into my office building, waved my parking
card so the gate would raise, and parked my car.
I walked into the building, swiped my access badge,
and entered the elevator.
As I got off the elevator on the 16th floor, I
swiped my access badge again, entered my office, and
made my way to my desk.
Several people were in already, and we shared our
normal pleasantries as we did in the morning.
I booted up my computer, checked eMail, and began to
work.
Right about this time Arnie got in and walked over
to sit in the next cube to me. He didn't say anything
to me, nor did I to him.
I was busy coding away for about an hour, when I saw
his reflection in the mirror on my monitor.
I pushed my chair back, stood up, and faced him.
"How's it going, dude," he said; putting one hand on
my shoulder, the other on my crotch.
While pushing him back, I scornfully told him,
"Fine!"
Laughing, he reproached me. "I see you fixed your
'problem' you had yesterday." he said.
I was getting furious. While looking at him, I
replayed the sequence I saw that morning on the
videotape.
I stepped towards him, and grabbed his arm with my
hand, directing him to the breakroom at the end of the
office.
As we entered, I forced him down into a chair.
"Listen you faggot fuck," I whispered to him. "I
know what you did to me while I was 'unconscious'
Friday night."
He started squirming in his chair a little. "Do
what? I didn't do anything to you," he said, lying.
"Fuck you!" I said a little louder, then quickly
whispering again. "Julie had a video camera propped up
in the basement - she recorded everything," I said
with emphasis.
"Does she know?" he asked, covering his face with
his hands.
"Not yet," I said. "Now get the fuck up."
I escorted him back to his desk, and we continued
about our day.
The day pretty much went relatively smoothly. I was
checking the code revisions I was making to the card
processing module into the CVS repository.
Co-workers stopped by; we chatted about our holidays
and how they were spent. I casually mentioned to Angie
that mine was boring since I was unconscious for
pretty much the whole
weekend. This brought a roaring laugh from Arnie's
cube.
After lunch, I continued to work. I guess I got
captivated with my work that I didn't know my new
found special abilities were starting to show through.
While listening to some Dave Matthew's Band CD's, I
began typing faster and faster. People around me were
starting to notice. Faster and faster my fingers
traversed the keyboard, in the open
vi session I had, working on the code. A steady stream
of clicks without pauses reverberated from my cube. As
I stopped to check on the code a co-worker was working
on, I turned around and
a rather large crowd had formed.
I had finished coding close to 10,000 lines of code
in about 25 minutes.
"Hot damn," Robert said; breaking the cheers and
applause which had started. "That's the fastest coding
I'd ever seen! You had to have been typing close to
500 words per minute!"
"Uh, it was nothing," I replied, forcing my way
through the crowd.
As I walked away to head downstairs, Arnie yelled
out from the back of the crowd, "Go ahead, Mike! Tell
'em how you do it!" he said.
I was not amused. "Too much caffeine!" I yelled
back, walking out the door.
When I got back to my cube; I had a new voice mail
waiting for me. It was Scott, my boss. "Stop by my
cube as soon as you get this message," he said.
"Shit!" I thought to myself. Did Arnie tell them?
I walked over to his cube and sat down on the other
side of his desk. Since he was a manager, his cube was
twice as big as mine. This seemed totally unfair;
since he did half the work I, or any
other programmer did.
"I heard you almost broke your keyboard a few
minutes ago," he said; his back to me facing his
screen. "Care to tell me what's going on?"
I paused for a moment and rubbed my hands on my
legs.
"Nothing's going on," I told him.
"Uh huh," he said - still playing his game of
Mahjongg.
"Do you have a problem with the way I'm doing my
job," I asked him sarcastically.
"Whatever is not going on," he said, "I like it.
Keep it up."
"I haven't been having a problem with that lately,"
I mumbled.
"Will do, thanks." I said, as I left his office.
As I walked about 10 steps away, I heard him pick up
the phone. I thought about walking back but just
thought it would be nice if I could hear what he was
saying.
As before with my new found gifts, almost
immediately, the rest of the noises in the office
drowned out and I was picking up his voice; and the
voice on the other end, quite clearly.
"I think we have a problem with Michael Collins," he
told the voice on the other end. "I'd like to schedule
a random drug test for him if that's ok."
"We'll schedule him for a urinalysis test tomorrow,"
the woman on the other end replied.
I became a little apprehensive. How could someone
like me, without a bladder, give a urinalysis? What if
they wanted blood?!
I quickly walked back to my cube and thought about
the predicament I was in. How was I going to get by
this one? This explains why I remember drinking Orange
Juice, and then pissing
Orange Juice a little while later; or drinking coffee
and, well, you know. I got sick of looking at brown
and orange urine that most of the time I relegated
myself to drinking nothing but water.
"Wait a minute!" I thought to myself. "Arnie, I need
Arnie!" As I finished formulating my thought, the
thought of what I needed him for didn't appeal to me
at all.
I got up and walked to his cube next-door. "I need
you," I told him as I entered.
"The famous Michael Collins needs me?" he questioned
sarcastically.
"Shut the fuck up," I told him. "We're leaving now,"
I told him. "Come back to my house."
Arnie followed me back to my house in Alpharetta. He
pulled in behind me into the driveway.
He followed me into the kitchen and sat down at the
bar.
"Wassup, dude!" he asked.
"Do you do any drugs?" I asked him. "I mean any. Are
you also on any prescription medications?"
"No, man! I only act high," he said. "I'm not on any
drugs either."
"Good," I told him. I could tell he wasn't lying -
his face twitches slightly when he's lying and he
can't control it.
"Drink this," I told him; handing him a glass of
water that I had just poured. "Drink it fast."
Arnie finished the glass in a few seconds and set it
back down on the bar. "What was this all about?" he
genuinely asked.
"Shut up and drink," I said, giving him another
glass I had just poured as I filled the one he just
finished back up.
This process ensued for the next 20 or so minutes.
As he started to slow down, I urged him to go faster.
"Be right back, need to take a piss," he told me
after he finished the 35th glass.
"Sit down!" I yelled at him. "You aren't going
anywhere!" I told him, as I handed him another glass.
He could tell I was serious.
After about the 15th glass from the second round; he
got up.
"Dude, I have got to take a piss or I'm going to
burst!" he yelled.
I handed him an empty gallon milk jug. "Go in here,"
I told him.
"You're not serious," he asked me.
I shoved the jug at him.
"You're not gonna drink this shit, are you?" he
asked me; legs crossed, holding the jug up to his
chest.
"Relieve yourself in there," I told him.
Arnie went into the downstairs bathroom, jug in
hand. Several minutes later, an audible sigh was
heard. He opened the door and handed me a half-filled
jug of light yellow urine.
"Is that all?" I asked him. "You drank 4.375 gallons
of water here. There should be more." I said.
"Mike, the human body absorbs some water," he told
me. "I'll have to go again, soon, I'm sure."
I capped the jug and put it into the garage.
Arnie and I went into the living room and watched
some TV.
Sure enough, 12 minutes later, Arnie said he had to
go, again.
I got the jug, and handed it to him in the bathroom.
I stood there, waiting for him to proceed draining his
bladder.
"Aren't you going to leave?" he asked me.
"No, this is fascinating." I told him.
Arnie took the jug abruptly from me and turned his
back. A steady stream of liquid could be heard pouring
into the half-filled plastic container. Arnie audibly
struggled as the stream stopped. He
capped the lid and handed me a now full gallon milk
jug filled with his urine.
As I left the room to stow the container, and put
the glasses in the washer, more liquid could be heard
streaming into the toilet from the bathroom.
I went back into the living room. Arnie reappeared;
his face bestowed with a sign of relief.
"You drank a clear liquid, and it comes out yellow,"
I told him. "Why is that?"
Visibly uncomfortable, he struggled as he tried to
think of the words to say. "Urine is waste," he told
me. "The drinks we drink hydrate us, but also flush
out toxins and other shit out of our bodies.
I guess the yellow is the other shit." he said. "Would
you mind telling me what's going on?"
I turned off the TV and reclined back in my chair.
"Scott wants me to take a drug test tomorrow," I
told him.
"Ah! Yuri-nalisis," he replied.
"You got it," I replied.
"So this means you're," he said, pausing. "You're
gonna drink it?" he continued slowly. "YUCK!"
"My systems have no waste to process. Any liquid I
intake gets expunged without processing." I explained.
"This explains why your piss smells of stale coffee
sometimes when we're in the bathroom together," he
recalled.
"I didn't think it was common for men to go around
smelling the piss of their bathroom patrons," I said
jeeringly.
"It's not!" he defended. "It's just that yours is
strong sometimes. This explains it."
Arnie stayed for a few more minutes and then left.
Shortly afterwards, Julie's car pulled up in the
driveway.
"Mike?" she said concerned, as she entered the
kitchen.
"In here hon."
"Is anything wrong," she asked me. "You're home
awful early."
"Nope, finished up early at work. How was your day?"
"Same old bullshit," she told me, fixing herself a
glass of water.
"Fine," she said, getting some ice out of the
freezer.
"Could you fix me a glass as well," I asked her;
still in the kitchen.
Julie walked into the living room to join me, two
glasses of water in hand. She handed me one, as she
took the other and sat down on the couch.
I poured the entire glass into my mouth and ingested
it.
Shortly after setting the glass back down, green
text appeared, seemingly in mid air. The text read,
"FLUID RESERVOIR: 18% FULL".
"That was weird," I said aloud.
"What?"
"My fluid reservoir is 18% full," I said
sarcastically.
"How do you know that," she asked.
"Green text flashed in mid air and told me."
"Wild," she said. "Here, have the rest of mine," she
suggested; handing me her glass.
Again, I poured the remaining contents of her glass
into my mouth and down my throat without swallowing.
A second or two later, the same text appeared in
thin air. "FLUID RESERVOIR: 34% FULL".
"34% I told her as I read the text."
"Cool!" she said energetically; running into the
kitchen with my empty glass, filling it back up.
I thought this was kinda fun, too. This was
something new that was happening to me.
Eagerly I drank the water down. Julie was already
back in the kitchen filling up her glass again, now. I
got up to be in the kitchen with her; after all, it
made no sense for her to keep running back
and forth.
"54%" I read the status message aloud.
She began to hand me another glass when I motioned
for her to stop.
I reached over to the sink to grab the spray hose;
turned on the sink, and put the hose in my mouth.
Suddenly, red text appeared in front of me. "FLUID
RESERVOIR: 95% FULL"
"This is different," I told her. "The text is red,
now; and it says 95%."
"What happens when you reach 100?" she genuinely
asked.
"I'm not sure," I honestly told her.
She handed me the still full glass of water she was
holding, and I attempted to pour it down my throat. I
say attempted, because I only got about 33% of it
down; the rest spilled out of my mouth.
I was laughing, and tried to talk; as still more
liquid was spilling out of my mouth, but I could mouth
the words, but nothing was heard.
Just then, flashing red text appeared in front of
me, "FLUID RESERVOIR: FULL - EXPUNGE NOW"
I walked to the bathroom, and motioned for Julie to
follow. I unzipped my pants, and aimed my cock into
the bowl. Strangely, I didn't have any urge to go to
the bathroom. A small pump started up
inside my torso, and a strong, steady stream of water
flowed out of me.
A few seconds later, I found I was able to talk. I
started to explain to her what just happened, while I
was still pouring more and more fluid into the toilet.
"Too wild," she said. Leaving the bathroom to let me
finish my business.
I finished, flushed the toilet, and walked back into
the living room. Julie had relocated herself to my
chair; so I laid down on the couch.
"2.4 liters," I told her. "2.4 liters is how much I
expunged."
"Awesome! You could put out a small fire with that,"
she said, giggling.
"Actually, I think it was 2 liters; and the other .4
came from the overflow."
"Makes sense," she said, flipping the TV to the
news.
I picked up the copy of Al Gore's book about the
environment and started flipping through the pages.
Julie watched the news for a little more, then got up
to go to the kitchen to fix some dinner.
"Would you like me to fix you anything," she asked
from behind me.
"No thanks," I responded. After all, I didn't really
need food - and it would just be a waste of money.
Julie fixed herself some spaghetti and meat sauce,
and came into the living room to enter it.
"Jules, do you think I'm a freak?" I asked from
behind the pages.
"Of course not," she scolded. "You're you!"
"But I'm not even human," I continued.
"Mike," she said, putting her plate down and walking
over to climb on top of me. "You don't need to be
human to be human," she said, laying on top of me. "I
just wish I could see what you see;
feel what you feel."
"You don't want to be like me," I told her, brushing
her hair away from her face.
"I don't; you're right," she said, "but I do want to
understand you a little more."
"Be right back," I said, as I motioned for her to
get up.
I walked downstairs to the basement to my box of
junk. Somewhere in there I knew I had a 25' AV cable.
While rummaging around for about 5 minutes, I found
the cable I was looking for and ran back up the
stairs. Julie was sitting back in my chair, finishing
her supper. I opened the entertainment
center and connected one end of the AV cables to the
jacks on the VCR.
I took my shirt off as I went to go lay back down on
the couch. While reclined, I opened my chest like I
had done before, and connected the cables to the three
jacks in my chest.
"What are you doing?" Julie asked me, finishing up
her supper.
"We're both about to find out," I replied. "I
noticed these last night while I was looking at myself
in the mirror - three female RCA jacks. One yellow,
one red, and one white. About the only thing I
can think of is that they're AV jacks." I said. "Now,
whether they're input or output we're about to find
out."
"Turn the TV to VIDEO 1," I asked her, as I finished
hooking up the cables to my chest.
Julie changed the channel on the television. As soon
as it was tuned, we both heard an awful screech. In a
reflex action, I cupped my hands over my ears.
"Turn the volume down," I ordered. She hit the mute
button.
"What was that," she asked.
"Feedback," I replied. "Everything I am hearing and
seeing is being broadcasted to the TV now."
Julie lowered the volume on the remote, and
depressed the mute button again.
"What are all those boxes," she asked, looking at
the minimized screens superimposed over the border of
the picture.
"Status screens, different cameras."
"Show me one," she asked politely.
I formed the thought of bringing the infra-red
camera into full view, and there on the television it
maximized filling the entire picture.
Of course, it also filled my field of view, too. I
turned to my left to look at Julie; who I could tell
was still watching the television, but she was waving
her hands at me.
"Cool!" she said. "You're a walking TV studio."
"That's not the best part," I told her as I turned
everything normal again.
I replayed the last 30 seconds, and Julie saw an
instant replay of herself on the television.
"Wow!" she said enthusiastically. "You're a walking
VCR, too! Home movies!"
I chuckled.
"How come the picture's so fuzzy," she asked.
I had noticed that, too, while I was trying to
remember back. "My guess it's because of the
compression my 'memories' are stored in. It's a lossy
compression."
"How far back can you go?" she asked.
"Far enough," I said.
I set the time index to August 7th, 1997, at 6:21pm.
Appearing on the screen, was a close-up shot of
Julie, as I was approaching her to ask her about the
guavas there in the grocery store in California.
"Awww," she said aloud. "Look at my hair! You mean
you were videotaping the whole thing," she asked;
tones of discontent forming in her voice.
"Jules, I didn't realize I was doing it at the
time." I explained. "These are my memories."
We watched part of our two hour exchange for a bit.
She got a little upset when I had to minimize the
replay window just a tad. After all, I did want to
look at her, too while we were watching the
'home movies'.
"Show me something a little more fun," she asked.
I changed the time index to December 31, 1999,
11:55pm.
"Ooh!" she said. "I like this!"
I replayed the last five minutes of my memories of
1999. She was getting visibly turned on watching our
last fuck of the 20th century.
Jules got up as the screen went black and laid on
top of me again. She picked up the AV cable in her
hand and followed the length of cable up to my chest.
Gently she grabbed each cable and
pulled it out my jacks.
"Stay here," she said, getting off of me.
She walked downstairs and came back a few minutes
later with her tool case in her hand.
"Woah," I said, putting my hands up to stop her as
she approached me. "What are you planning on doing
with that?"
"I want to remove your chest," she said. "I'd like
to fuck you with your chest off this time."
I was apprehensive to say the least, and mulled over
her proposition for a moment or two.
"I'm not going to hurt you," she said. "Do you trust
me?"
There we go again with the trust question.
I conceded reluctantly, and Julie got a small
screwdriver out of her pouch. With great care, she
removed the 16 screws attaching my chest plates to the
four hinges and set them down on the
coffee table. There were two flat ribbon cables coming
out of me, connecting to each chest plate.
She removed the ribbon cables and set hem aside.
I felt extremely vulnerable at this point.
She reached down to unbutton my pants and slowly
slid my zipper down. She pulled off my shoes and
forced down my pants as I arched up to help her get
them down. She then took my hand
and pulled me up.
I stood up in front of her and put my arms around
her waist. Julie's head was at the same height as my
now exposed chest and she rested hers in mine.
She reached down to take my briefs in her hands and
pulled them down.
"Awww," she said, cupping my balls in her hand.
"Where's Mr. Happy?" she asked.
"At your service," I said, grinning. In a short
instant, my cock was fully erect. The speed of its
erection caused it to slap her belly. Giggling, she
took a step back when this happened.
She turned around to stand in front of me and I
placed my hands on her breasts, massaging them. Julie
ran her right hand up my thigh and grabbed my balls in
her hand. Walking away from me,
I had no choice but to follow.
She led me, my balls still in her hand, up the
stairs to our bedroom where she pushed me down onto
the bed.
"You never did explain to me how you made my cock
bigger," I reminded her.
"Hydraulics," she said.
I didn't say anything but just looked at her.
"Your programming menu, there are limits set for the
hydraulics in your cock," she went on. "All I did was
change the parameters."
"How big can it get," I said, stroking my cock in my
right hand.
She got down to lay beside me, and ran her hands
under my balls.
"I stopped at 12 inches," she explained. "It looked
like your skin would rip."
"Twelve inches," I said softly. "Wow!"
"So, I gave you an extra 3. You're right at ten
inches right now."
Julie let her other hand traverse across my body.
One thing I noticed was that I couldn't feel anything
in my chest. I saw she was gliding her fingers over
components and switches; but I
couldn't feel her hand once it entered my chest.
This made a little bit of sense to me; apparently I
had touch sensors. Perhaps that's what the ribbon
cables were connected to. Why would anyone build a
machine with touch sensors under its
hood.
Just then Julie accidentally flipped a switch. I'm
not sure what happened but I felt very strange. I
could no longer move or talk.
"Who are you?" I heard myself say. But it wasn't me!
"Stop joking, Michael," she said laughing.
I got up off the bed and stood to the side of it at
attention. I saw in the mirror my cock was still at
attention, too.
"Michael, what are you doing?" she said, her voice
sounding a little more concerned.
I didn't move, and stayed facing straight ahead.
"Who is Michael?" I asked her.
Julie got up and stood in front of me, a look of
disgust forming on her face.
"You!" she exclaimed.
"I am the DARPA Model 1 Prototype Combat Android," I
said. "Do you have instructions for me?"
"Combat android?" she said.
I had to admit, I was wondering the same thing.
"I am programmed for multiple combat scenarios," I
went on. "Do you have instructions for me?"
Julie paused for a second and stared me in the eyes.
I just faced forward.
A few moments later, Julie approached me. I stuck
out my arm to hold her at bay.
"I need to make some adjustments," she told me.
"Very well," I told her, moving my arm back to my
side.
Julie reached into my chest and moved the same
switch she had flipped earlier back to its previous
position. Immediately, I fell to the ground. She tried
to grab me, but I weighed too much for
her.
"Thank you," I told her.
"Michael?"
"Yes!" I exclaimed, getting off of the ground.
"Who was that?" she asked.
"I don't know." I said, embracing her. "I guess I
was built by the military. DARPA is the Advanced
Research Project Administration."
"I like you better like this," she said.
"Me, too." I said. "Do you have instructions for
me?" I asked her with a wink.
I could tell she was scared for a brief moment, but
when she realized I was joking by the winking she
shoved me back onto the bed.
"I do have instructions for you, Mr. Combat
Android," she said wryly. "Fuck my brains out!" she
said laughing, while climbing on top of me.
"At your service, madam," I replied.
Our marathon lovemaking sessions began. Julie spent
most of her time sitting on top of me; watching the
LEDs flash inside my chest. I made a conscious effort
of looking at her; her tits, and
down at her pussy riding my cock. I wanted to savor
these moments. I had something special planned for
these memories.
Julie brought me to orgasm, but as I came I noticed
something different this time.
"SEMINAL RESERVOIR: 8%" appeared in red text after I
finished expelling inside of her.
"I have a fucking gauge for my cum," I thought to
myself, somewhat disgusted by the distraction.
Of course, this got me thinking - how much cum did I
have? What was it made of? Where did it come from?
I walked downstairs and brought back up my two chest
plates, the screws, and the screwdriver Julie had used
earlier to remove them.
I carried them with me into the bathroom, closed the
drain to the sink, and set everything down.
Julie walked in moments later.
"What are you doing?" she asked me.
"Putting my chest back together," I told her, trying
to position one of the plates in my hand while trying
to hold the screw and screwdriver in the other.
I was having a little bit of difficulty.
"Here, let me help you!" she said turning me around.
With sincere gentility, she carefully positioned my
left chest plate aligned with the hinges. I held the
plate in position with my hands as she, for a change,
screwed me. :)
Slowly, and carefully, she turned the screwdriver
clock-wise driving the 8 small screws which held my
left chest in place.
We repeated the procedure again for my right chest.
Julie had forgotten to reattach the sensor cables, but
I didn't mind. I stayed in the bathroom after she
left, reopened my chest, and snapped
them back into place.
When I walked out, Julie was laying down in bed
reading a book.
"Whacha reading?" I asked, laying down beside her.
"Asimov's 'I, Robot'." she said.
"Good book," I replied, reaching over to kiss her.
I put my head down on the pillow, and laid down to
watch TV.
I brought up my replay window and started rewinding
my memories again.
I rewound my memories to frame zero. The time index
read January 15th, 1997, 20:24 GMT. The picture was
black.
"We've got audio," a voice could be heard.
"Great work Dr. Carson! What about video?" another
said.
"Gimme a sec." said the first.
A few moments later, the picture became pure white,
followed by a rainbow blur.
"Needs focusing," the first man said again.
Another moment passed. I could hear the sound of an
electric screwdriver removing something very close to
me.
"There!" the voice said, as his face became clear.
He stooped down to stand in front of me.
I could hear gears and motors turning, beeps,
clicks, and other strange noises.
"Welcome to your existence, Michael," the man said
smiling, while looking into my eyes.
"Doctor," the other man said. "It is the Model 1
Combat Android. Not Michael."
"He'll always be Michael to me," the first man said;
stepping outside the field of view.
"I expect a full report in the morning," the first
man said. Seconds later, I heard a door open and then
close.
"Don't listen to him," the first man said; stepping
back into my field of view. "Would you like to see
what you look like?" he asked, maneuvering a mirror
into view.
The image that was reflected shocked and horrified
me.
Appearing in the mirror was a dull metallic skull.
Wires and cables were coming out of the back of it.
There were no eyes, no nose. No lips, either.
It was not a full skull, in the sense that it was
solid. There were parts of it which were devoid of
metal. The reflected image of me opened its mouth and
stuck out its tongue.
The tongue was a cage which writhed around. It had
very tiny wires and cables embedded beneath the
caging. As the mouth closed I noticed gears moving
inside the skull.
I stopped the playback and minimized the window.
Whether all of this which had happened to me the
past four days was a dream before suddenly seemed all
too real, now.
I really was an android.
I tried thinking back to last year at some random
moment. Another image appeared.
It was Jared and I after jogging one weekend
afternoon.
There was Jared, hunched over grabbing his breath
after the run. I was just laying on the ground
relaxing.
"You must be a superman or something," he told me.
"What makes you say that," I said; springing up.
Jared still has his hands on his legs trying to
regain his strength. "Look at you man!" he said. "You
haven't even broken a sweat, and we just got done
running 5 miles!"
"Good genes," I told him.
"Must be!"
I don't know why, but for some reason Jared and I
didn't run much after that. I was always too busy or
something.
I looked over at Julie; she had fallen asleep.
Reaching over, I turned off the light, gave her a
kiss, and laid back down.
I didn't go to sleep that night, but stayed up
reflecting over my past life. Julie experienced REM
three times that night. The last dream she had must
have been good since she had an orgasm
during it.
I wondered what she was dreaming about. Would I ever
dream again, too?
I spent the rest of the night watching more and more
memories replayed in my mind; concentrating on the
most earliest of ones.
Dr. Jonas Carson was the man who designed me for
DARPA. I learned I was designed as a military drone;
an expendable soldier.
Congress figured they could mass-produce androids
like myself for less money than it cost to train and
support a human counterpart. An obedient being, one
who didn't question authority; or
orders.
Vice-President Gore found out about the project, and
persuaded President Clinton to steamroller it, I
learned. Gore felt the technology and money used to
develop me could be spent better
helping the poor.
I no longer had a purpose. Dr. Carson was ordered to
dismantle me but instead of doing so, he added some
new programming and escorted me out of the building,
passing me off as a visitor,
on August 7th, 1997 with one directive. Fall in love
with the first woman I met.
The rest, as they say, is history.
But did I love Julie? Did I truly love her, or was I
just programmed to love her since she was the first
woman I met in that grocery store.
At least I also learned what my cum was, and where
it came from; so this evening wasn't a total waste. It
was a synthetic protein viscous fluid, with gelatinous
properties. There was a liter
container in my lower abdomen which contained it. Now,
if only I knew where to find some more! :)
About this time, Julie's alarm clock went off. It
was 6 o'clock a.m.
She reached over to turn off the alarm. I was laying
on my side just admiring her majestic beauty.
"Hmmm. Good morning," she said, reaching over to
kiss me. "Did you have a good night?" she asked.
"It was wonderful, thank you." I said.
"Wanna fuck?" she asked.
I stroked her hair as I told her I couldn't. She was
visibly disappointed, but said, "oh well," and got up
to go to the bathroom.
I got up to go downstairs to get the morning paper
which had arrived about 20 minutes ago.
As I got my robe on to walk downstairs, Julie walked
up behind me, put her arms around my waist, grabbed my
cock and said, "Tonight though, right?"
"We'll see," I replied, gently moving her hand away
so I could move.
We went about our morning routines; with me reading
the paper. She fixed herself a bagel and had some
coffee. When she finished eating and getting dressed,
I walked back upstairs to get
ready.
As I came back down, I kissed her on the cheek, and
walked into the garage. I almost forgot about the
urinalysis this morning as I unlocked the car door,
but quickly remembered and walked
over to the gallon of Arnie's urine sitting in the
garage.
It took a moment for me to bring up the courage to
actually remove the cap. What I was about to do went
against the core of my being, but I didn't see where I
really had a choice.
I lifted the jug up to my mouth and ingested
approximately 16 oz. before I recapped the container
and hid it.
"FLUID RESERVOIR: 23% FULL" flashed like clockwork
in front of me.
It tasted like shit. No, it tasted like piss. If I
could gag, I probably would've.
I got into work about 8 o'clock that morning and
walked over to my desk. While I was booting up my
computer, a man and a woman approached my cube from
behind.
"Mr. Collins?" the woman said.
"Yes?"
"I'm Janet Roberts and this is Marcus Trent. We're
with Dynatech labs," she said. "We'd like you to come
with us if you don't mind."
They walked me outside to the bathroom and the man,
Marcus, gently forced me inside while the woman waited
outside.
"Take this," he said, handing me a plastic
container. "Piss in this, this is for a drug test."
"Aren't you going to leave?" I asked him.
"Nope, can't." he said.
I had this fuckit attitude. I didn't really care
much anymore. I stood in front of him, unzipped my
pants and whipped my cock right out.
I could tell he was a little uncomfortable.
"Your mother black," he asked me, looking at my cock
resting in the cup I was holding.
"No, why do you ask?" I said.
"Just wondering."
"By the way, how much do you want?" I asked.
"As much as you can give," he responded.
"Well, I can give you about 16 oz.'s worth, but I
don't think this container will hold that much." I
said chuckling.
"Then just fill it," he replied, making a conscious
effort of looking me in my eyes.
I filled about 4 ounces of Arnie's urine into the
container and handed it to him. As he took it, I
walked to the urinal and expelled the remaining twelve
ounces I had consumed earlier.
When I walked out of the bathroom, I saw those two
had left already, So I decided to get into the
staircase and walk downstairs.
I stopped at the second floor. This was the floor
for SynChem, a chemical research company.
As I opened the door, I saw Lisa sitting at her
receptionist's desk.
"Hi, Mike!" she said, standing up to greet me. "What
brings you down here?"
"Is Tracy in?" I asked her.
"She is!" she said, enthusiastically. "Go ahead and
have a seat, I'll page her."
As I sat down and flipped through a copy of Omni on
the table, I could hear Lisa talking to Tracy on the
phone.
"Loverboy is here," she told Lisa, whispering.
"Mark?" Tracy asked.
"Think again."
"Jack?"
"Think again. Hint, 6'2"."
"Alex?"
"Nope!" Lisa said, giggling. "Hint, muscular. Brown
hair, blue eyes. Gorgeous dimples."
I felt like blushing hearing Tracy describe myself
to Lisa on the other end.
"Mike?" Tracy said.
"Bingo!"
Twenty seconds later, the door flung opened as Lisa
was trying to compose herself, and catch her breath.
"Mike!" she exclaimed. "So good to see you! Come on
back!" she motioned for me to follow.
We walked back to her area on the far side of the
office. It had black wooden tables with test-tubes,
Bunsen burners, and equipment spread about.
"Hey," I said, sitting up on a table.
"What's up?" she replied, unbuttoning the top button
in her blouse.
"If I give you something, do you think you can tell
me what it is, or even duplicate it?" I asked.
"Sure!" she exclaimed, clasping her hands together.
"We can duplicate just about any chemical compound.
What's up?"
"Can I borrow a large test tube?" I asked her.
She handed me the largest test tube she had. I
reached over to give her a peck on the cheek. "I'll be
right back," I told her.
I walked outside her office to the bathroom in the
hall. I made my way to the farthest stall; closed, and
locked the door.
I unzipped my pants, uncapped the tube, and set it
under my cock. Concentrating, I slowly deposited cum
into the tube, filling it up about half way.
"SEMINAL RESERVOIR: 4%" appeared in red after I was
finished.
I recapped the tube, and set it in my breast pocket;
put my cock back in my pants, and then zipped them
back up.
I walked back into the SynChem offices, waved to
Lisa, and walked back to Tracy's area.
She took her safety goggles off as she saw me
approach, and I reached into my shirt pocket and
handed her the tube.
"Mike, it looks like cum!" she said, stirring the
contents centrifugal.
"It's not, trust me."
"What is it?" she asked, holding it up to the light.
"I can't tell you," I said; walking over to look at
the contents with her through the light.
"Well, I'll analyze it, see what it is, and see if
we can dupe it. How much do you want?"
"A liter, at least - possibly two." I replied.
"A liter!" she exclaimed. "That's going to depend on
how complicated a compound this stuff is! What's in it
for me?" she asked.
"Gratitude?" I asked.
"I'll settle for you just buying me lunch." she
said.
"Deal," I said waving good-bye to her.
I walked back up the stairs to the 16th floor, and
sat back down at my desk.
Arnie was in his cube typing away at his keyboard.
We had a code freeze meeting at 10 which was boring
as hell. Scott didn't do anything for the meeting
except ask us all where we were with our modules. A
build was scheduled to begin at
1pm, after lunch so the rest of the morning was pretty
boring after I checked the rest of my modules into
CVS.
I purposely tried to avoid Arnie for most of the
morning. He stepped over to try to chat with me on a
couple of occasions; each time I picked up the phone
to either check my voice mail (which I
had none) or call Julie at BellSouth.
Julie, it turned out, was having a very bad day. Her
supervisor, whom she liked, was fired abruptly this
morning and the replacement they sent was already
turning her department upside down.
I consoled her as best as I could over the phone and
promised her a wonderful evening tonight to take away
her worries.
Around 12:30, Tracy called me from downstairs.
"Your stuff is ready," she said.
"Already?" I asked enthusiastically.
"Yeah, it was a pretty simple compound."
She went on to explain that she didn't quite know
what it was, but that she did confirm it was a water
soluble, synthetic protein based compound.
"Is it toxic," I asked.
"Hardly - it's essentially the stuff they use in the
foodservice industry to aid in confectionery
preparation."
"Cool!" I said. "Be right up!"
I jetted out of the office and went down to the 2nd
floor in the elevator.
As I walked into SynChem, Lisa picked up the phone.
"She'll be right out," she told me setting the phone
down.
"Excellent!"
Lisa was just about to ask me what I had Tracy do
for me when the bell saved me by a phone call she had.
A moment later while Lisa was still on the phone,
Tracy walked out with two boxes.
"What are those?" I asked.
"Six liters of your secret stuff," she said.
"Six," I said surprised.
"Yeah, it took only a few more minutes to make the
extra four than it did the first two."
"Cool!" I said. "How much do I owe you?"
"How about lunch?"
"Can't," I said. "We have a build beginning in a
half-hour. How about tomorrow?"
"Great!" she said, handing me the boxes.
I went back upstairs and set the boxes under my
desk.
I was filled with anticipation with the thought of
having to fill myself back up.
I reached down to open one of the boxes, and picked
up one of the bottles. The bottles had a SynChem label
on them which said, "SynChem - Synthetic Semen - Part
No. 9002-3927"
I froze.
"What's that?" Arnie said, surprising me. I didn't
notice him walking into my cube.
"Nothing!" I said, quickly putting the bottle away,
stowing the box back under my desk.
"Hey," he said. "I'm going down the street to Mellow
Mushroom. Wanna join me?"
"Can't. Have to finish up some things," I replied,
turning my back to him.
Arnie walked away, as I picked up the phone to call
Tracy.
"What's up with the label," I asked her, as she
answered her extension.
"Hey," she said happily. "The stuff you gave me, it
was already cataloged." she said. "We manufacture it
for a sex-toy distributor in Amsterdam. That's just
the label the computer printed out
automatically."
"Oh," I said.
"Where'd you get that, anyway?" she asked.
"Julie asked me to ask you about it." I told her,
lying.
"Sounds like Julie is into some kinky shit, if you
ask me." she said.
"Heh," I said quietly. "Thanks again."
She acknowledged the favor and we hung up the phone.
I started to shut down my computer and go home for
the day when Scott walked up to my cube.
"What are you doing," he asked me.
"I'm not feeling very well, gonna finish the day at
home if that's ok with you." I asked him.
"Yeah whatever," he told me. "By the way, we got the
results back from your drug test earlier today."
"And?"
"You still have a job." he replied.
"Thanks," I said; picking up the boxes and walking
past him.
Traffic was backed up for miles on 400 going home.
The drive took me about an hour to go all of 15 miles.
I brought the boxes inside, and set them on the
counter and paused for a while trying
to figure out how I was going to refill my reservoir
for Julie.
I skimmed through some of the earlier memories and
found several scenes where technicians were actually
assembling me.
My cock was actually part of a mechanism which was
inserted into my hip cavity, but in order for it to be
removed, my legs had to be detached from my hip,
first.
I brought the cases downstairs, stepped out of my
pants and underwear, and hopped up on the table.
I depressed an area at the top of where a human's
hamstring muscle would normally be and my right leg
easily came off.
I repeated this process for my left leg and set them
beside me.
I immediately started to fall back and had to
position my left arm behind me to support myself.
Realizing this was an awkward position, I pushed
myself to lean up against the wall.
There were several screws holding my pelvis to my
hip. Fortunately, a Phillips screwdriver was within
arm's reach, and I carefully removed the eight screws
holding my pelvis in place setting
them next to me.
Alarms were flashing all around in front of me
warning me of system failures throughout. My
diagnostic and status screens kept popping up
obstructing my view. It was a conscious effort just to
keep them minimized so they wouldn't distract me.
I don't think I was designed to be as cogniscent of
my self as I had become.
I lifted my pelvis from me. There was a thin,
plastic tube, which ran up inside of me. It had a
one-way connector on it. Attached to several areas
were about twenty wires. Slowly I disconnected
each wire, making note of where each one was
connected.
Next, I carefully unscrewed the connector on the
tube and realized this was the tube for my fluid
reservoir which must be located further up inside me
somewhere. Holding my pelvis upside
down, resting my cock and balls on my stomach so I
could get a better look inside, I saw there was a
square plastic container with a screwtop lid behind
some mechanics. The container had a
hand-written label on it which said in script,
"Seminal Reservoir."
I lifted up the container and noticed another tube
with a screwcap feeding into the same box where the
other tube I had noticed before was. Being careful not
to pull anything loose, I unscrewed
the cap and poured some of the contents into my hand.
It looked like a glop of cum alright, and was just
as sticky.
I grabbed one of the bottles Tracy had given me
earlier today and slowly unscrewed the cap and began
pouring the contents into the plastic container, being
careful not to spill anything.
Slowly I screwed the cap back on and set the
container back in its place.
Carefully I reattached the wires. When I finished
connecting the last one, a green text message flashed.
"SEMINAL PUMP PRIMING - PLEASE WAIT"
"What was this?" I wondered.
Before I could finish the thought, I heard the pump
inside my pelvis start up. By the time it finished,
there was a large glop of cum flowing down my stomach.
"SEMINAL RESERVOIR: 100%" flashed in green.
"Great," I thought to myself, wiping the goop up
with my hand.
I carefully set my pelvis back into my hip cavity,
and screwed it back in place.
Next, I picked up my legs, which were as limp as a
marionette, and reattached them.
As soon as each leg was attached, it became stiff
and then controllable again.
I was beginning to like my body - as awkward as it
was to maintain sometimes.
What I needed was a manual!
Having reattached all pieces to my body, I jumped
off the table and pulled my pants back on.
"I've got to find this Dr. Carson," I thought to
myself.
Getting dressed again, I set the boxes on an empty
shelf in the basement, sat down at my computer, and
proceeded to logon to the Internet.
I connected to MetaCrawler to do websearch for
"DARPA Model 1 Prototype Combat Android" but only
turned up three results. A book about air combat,
something totally unrelated, and the
home-page for DARPA.
Next, I tried searching for Dr. Jonas Carson, while
yielding 19 results, none of which appeared relevant.
"Fuck it," I thought to myself. I called DARPA
directly.
"DARPA switchboard," the woman on the other end
answered.
"Dr. Jonas Carson," I said.
"Do you know what department he works in?"
"No."
She sounded audibly irritated as she told me to hold
on while she checked her directory.
She came back on the phone a moment later, gave me
his phone number, and proceeded to connect me.
I was starting to feel nervous, when red text
suddenly flashed in front of me, "POWER LEVELS
FLUCTUATING".
Suddenly, the phone stopped ringing, and a
deep-voice came on the line.
"This is Dr. J. I'm not available to take your call.
At the tone record your message, and I'll return your
call as quickly as possible."
I hung up the phone as the beep started. I couldn't
go through with this just yet.
What if I was found out? What if the Government
wanted me back? What if I was disassembled?
I needed help, though!
Nervously, I redialed the digits. It seemed like the
ringing of the phone on the other end lasted for
hours.
"Hello?" a voice said, picking up the other end.
I paused.
"Hello?" it repeated, sounding more irritated.
"Dr. Carson?" I replied.
"Yes," it answered.
"This is Michael Collins." I said.
Silence.
"Oh my God," he replied. "Can't talk here. Call me
at this number in 30 minutes," he went on to say,
giving me a new telephone number, then slamming the
phone down.
I slowly set the phone back down on its cradle, got
up, and paced the floor.
I probably walked a mile pacing back and forth in my
basement, thinking of what I was going to say.
I did it, though. I had contacted my creator!
Forty minutes had passed, and I had regained enough
courage to telephone the new number. The phone on the
other end didn't finish its first ring when the same
man answered the phone.
"Hello?" he said anxiously.
"Dr. Carson?"
"Michael?" he asked.
"Yes."
"I've been expecting your call." he went on.
"I have a lot of questions," I said.
"I bet you do."
We talked for the next four hours. I explained to
him the events leading up to my call. My 'failure' on
Y2K, my job, my life. Julie.
He seemed like a genuinely nice guy. He explained
what I was originally designed for, my capabilities
(some of which I had already figured out).
He asked where I was, what I was doing. I was
purposely vague but did tell him I was in Atlanta. I
regretted saying that immediately after I had said it;
not knowing if I could fully trust him or not.
I told him about the drug test, which he got a big
laugh out of hearing. Told him about Arnie, and what I
had him do for me. Told him about the Synthetic Semen.
He found that amusing, too.
Turned out he had about just as many questions for
me, as I did for him.
He sounded genuinely surprised that I've done so
well in my life.
"You've exceeded far past my highest expectations of
you," he told me.
He also told me he had some upgrades for me, that he
had hoped to give me if he ever saw me again.
"Would you like to come to Atlanta," I asked him.
"I would," he said. "Very much so."
Turns out, he was now working for the Oak Ridge
National Laboratory outside Knoxville, Tennessee.
"I can be there in four hours," he said.
I gave him the directions to our house, hung up the
phone, and went upstairs.
Julie had gotten home sometime ago and was upstairs
laying on our bed taking a nap.
I went into the closet to get a blanket to lay on
top of her when the sound of me opening the closet
door woke her.
"Hey," she said.
I set the still folded blanket down on the bed as I
sat next to her, placing my hand on her arm.
"How was your day?" I asked.
"It sucked. The new guy is an asshole!"
I let her go on, and it seemed in fact that things
were becoming quite tormultuous there at BellSouth.
"Who were you talking on the phone with downstairs?"
she questioned after she had finished bitching about
work.
"The man who created me," I said.
"Wow," she exclaimed. "Cool!"
"Yeah, he's coming here in a few hours," I told her.
"Turns out he's in Tennessee, now."
"What?" Julie exclaimed getting up abruptly. "What
if he takes you away?"
"I don't think he will," I told her. "He didn't give
me that impression. Besides, he no longer works for
the same department he did when he designed me."
"I hope you know what you're doing," she told me.
So did I.
I got up and went downstairs to fix dinner for her.
Sometime later, Julie came down.
"Whacha fixing?" she asked me.
"Chicken," I told her.
I finished making dinner for her and brought it into
the den where Julie had retreated to read a book.
I turned on the television, sat back, and relaxed.
"What do you think you'll say to him," she asked
during one of the commercials.
"I'm not quite sure. We talked for quite a while
earlier today," I told her. "He seemed proud that I
was successful. Kinda surprised in a way."
A little while later, the door-bell rang. Julie and
I paused and looked at each other.
"Would you answer it," I asked her.
She smiled, got up, and went to the front door to
answer it. I followed behind her, but hid behind a
wall as she opened it.
"Hello," the man said. "You must be Julie."
"And you are?" she replied.
"Jonas Carson."
I stepped out from behind the wall, behind Julie.
"Michael," he said proudly.
"Let him in Jules," I said.
Julie opened the door and invited him in. He walked
towards me, but instinctively I took a step back. A
wave of fear and anxiety fell over me.
"Ignore him," Julie said; escorting Dr. Carson into
the living room.
I followed, and sat down on the couch across from
him. Julie sat down next to me.
"You look good, Michael." he said.
"Thank you," I said; my arms resting on my legs.
"How do you know Michael, Dr. Carson?" Julie asked.
"Oh, we go back a long way, I guess." he replied.
"Julie, Dr. Carson created me." I told her.
He shifted in his seat as I said this. "You told
her?" he asked.
"Let's just say I found out a few days ago," she
said.
"Ah! Yes, the Y2K bug," he said.
We stayed up talking about him, me, DARPA, and just
about everything else until about midnight when Julie,
visibly tired, excused herself to go to bed.
"I've got some things for you," he told me.
"Oh?"
"Walk with me out to my truck," he asked.
We went outside. As he lowered the back of his
truck, there were several large boxes and a trunk
inside. I helped him carry everything into the house.
"Is there a place where we can set this stuff down?"
he asked.
"The basement," I said. "Follow me."
We went downstairs, and he seemed genuinely
impressed at Julie's and my setup which we had.
We finished getting the rest of the things out of
his truck and both retreated downstairs.
"Can I examine you?" he asked.
"What type of examination," I said nervously.
"Just an overall checkup. Here, sit on the table,"
he said, patting his hand down on my workbench
motioning for me to get up.
I hopped up on the table. I kinda felt like I was in
a Doctor's office getting an examination. I guess in a
way I was.
"Remove your shirt for me and lay down," he asked.
I complied; unbuttoning my shirt and setting it next
to me.
He opened one of his boxes and removed a long tool
which looked like a screwdriver, with a funny tip on
the end. He inserted the tool into my bellybutton
about an inch, and turned it
counter-clockwise.
A seam formed, outlining my stomach and abdomen; and
he lifted the tool which took another cover off of my
body.
I sat up slightly so I could look inside.
There was a rather large white, plastic container.
"That must be my fluid reservoir," I said pointing
at the container in my thorax.
"Yes, it is!" Jonas said dynamically. "And this is
your waste disposal unit," he said; pointing to a
cylindrical device resting next to the container.
Behind the two containers were thick bundles of
wires and tubes running all throughout.
Upon inspecting my torso, Dr. Carson pressed his
hands against the sides of my ribs, exposing my chest.
Next, he reached into his box, pulled out a
hex-driver, leaned over me as he flipped my power
switch. "Sleep tight," I heard him say as everything
went black.
I awoke to find myself standing upright, naked; next
to the table. Julie was again, sitting at her
keyboard. It was daylight outside, and Dr. Carson was
standing behind me; his hands in my back.
"What happened?" I asked.
"Good afternoon!" he said, poking his head around
from behind my back.
"What time is it?" I asked.
"It's 4:14pm."
"Fuck! What about work?" I asked, rather pissed.
"Shhhh," Julie said. "I called you in sick with the
flu."
"How long have I been out?"
"For about 14 hours," he told me.
"What did you do to me?" I asked.
"We gave you some upgrades," Julie said pushing
herself away from her desk.
"I thought you went to sleep," I told her.
She walked up to me and ran her hands down my arms.
"I tried to," she said. "But I couldn't sleep. I
walked downstairs looking for you and noticed Dr.
Carson here working on you so I offered to
help."
"You've got a wonderful woman here, Michael." Dr.
Carson said, closing the access panel in my back.
"Wanna see all that we've given you?" Julie asked
gleefully.
"Sure."
She then sat back down at her computer, and plugged
in a small box with a flexible antenna to our hub for
our home network.
She pressed some keys then all of a sudden I was
able to move again.
"Wow!" I said, surprised. "How did you do that?"
"I've fitted you with a wireless Ethernet
transceiver," Dr. Carson said. "Pull up your
diagnostics window and look at the dmesg boot
history."
I did as he suggested and found the logfile. I
hadn't noticed it before, but it revealed many
wondrous things!
Copyright (c) 1982, 1986, 1989, 1991, 1993
The Regents of the University of California. All
rights reserved.
DBSD 4.0-MOPCA+DARPA #2: Mon Jan 5 06:54:39 GMT 2000
jrc@mocpa.berkeley.darpa.gov:/usr/src/sys/compile/MOPCA
Timecounter "i8254" frequency 1193182 Hz
CPU0: Motorola MC68240 (666.67-MHz CPU)
CPU1: Motorola MC68240 (666.67-MHz CPU)
CPU2: Motorola MC68240 (666.67-MHz CPU)
CPU3: Motorola MC68240 (666.67-MHz CPU)
CPU4: Motorola MC68240 (666.67-MHz CPU)
CPU5: Motorola MC68240 (666.67-MHz CPU)
CPU6: Motorola MC68240 (666.67-MHz CPU)
CPU7: Motorola MC68240 (666.67-MHz CPU)
Origin = "Motorola" Id = 0xff2
Total SMP Processor Speed: 5.34GHz
real memory = 4294967296 (4194304K bytes)
Preloaded elf kernel "vmunix" at 0xffffffffa0
Probing for devices on PCMCIA bus 0:
cel0: <Motorola Pocket CelModem> rev 0x00 int c irq
9 on pcmcia0.9.0
Probing for devices on PCI bus 0:
xwl0: <3Com Wireless 3c905B-TX Fast Etherlink XL>
rev 0x24 int a irq 11 on pci0.11.0
xwl0: Ethernet address: 00:10:5a:09:d1:71
xwl0: autoneg complete, link status good
(half-duplex, 2Mbps)
Probing for devices on PCI bus 1:
raid0: <DARPA RAID50 2Tb Array> rev 0x00 int a irq
10 on pci 10.1
raid0.0: <DARPA MICRO RAID5 128Gb Array: SCSI FWD>
rev 0x02 int b irq 10 on pci1.10.1.0
raid0.1: <DARPA MICRO RAID5 128Gb Array: SCSI FWD>
rev 0x02 int c irq 10 on pci1.10.1.1
raid0.2: <DARPA MICRO RAID5 128Gb Array: SCSI FWD>
rev 0x02 int d irq 10 on pci1.10.1.2
raid0.3: <DARPA MICRO RAID5 128Gb Array: SCSI FWD>
rev 0x02 int e irq 10 on pci1.10.1.3
raid0.4: <DARPA MICRO RAID5 128Gb Array: SCSI FWD>
rev 0x02 int f irq 10 on pci1.10.1.4
raid0.5: <DARPA MICRO RAID5 128Gb Array: SCSI FWD>
rev 0x02 int b irq 10 on pci1.10.1.5
raid0.6: <DARPA MICRO RAID5 128Gb Array: SCSI FWD>
rev 0x02 int c irq 10 on pci1.10.1.6
raid0.7: <DARPA MICRO RAID5 128Gb Array: SCSI FWD>
rev 0x02 int d irq 10 on pci1.10.1.7
raid0.8: <DARPA MICRO RAID5 128Gb Array: SCSI FWD>
rev 0x02 int e irq 10 on pci1.10.1.8
raid0.9: <DARPA MICRO RAID5 128Gb Array: SCSI FWD>
rev 0x02 int f irq 10 on pci1.10.1.9
raid0.a: <DARPA MICRO RAID5 128Gb Array: SCSI FWD>
rev 0x02 int b irq 10 on pci1.10.1.a
raid0.b: <DARPA MICRO RAID5 128Gb Array: SCSI FWD>
rev 0x02 int c irq 10 on pci1.10.1.b
raid0.c: <DARPA MICRO RAID5 128Gb Array: SCSI FWD>
rev 0x02 int d irq 10 on pci1.10.1.c
raid0.d: <DARPA MICRO RAID5 128Gb Array: SCSI FWD>
rev 0x02 int e irq 10 on pci1.10.1.d
raid0.e: <DARPA MICRO RAID5 128Gb Array: SCSI FWD>
rev 0x02 int f irq 10 on pci1.10.1.e
raid0.f: <DARPA MICRO RAID5 128Gb Array: SCSI FWD>
rev 0x02 int b irq 10 on pci1.10.1.f
Probing for devices on aux bus 0:
bus0: <Systems Bus: Audio Input Subsystem> on aux0
bus1: <Systems Bus: Visual Input Subsystem> on aux0
bus2: <Systems Bus: Audio Output Subsystem> on aux0
bus3: <Systems Bus: Speech Control Subsystem> on
aux0
bus4: <Systems Bus: Power Control Subsystem> on aux0
bus5: <Systems Bus: Fluid Waste Processing
Subsystem> on aux0
bus6: <Systems Bus: Solid Waste Processing
Subsystem> on aux0
bus7: <Systems Bus: Motor Control Subsystem: Head>
on aux0
bus8: <Systems Bus: Motor Control Subsystem: Neck>
on aux0
bus9: <Systems Bus: Motor Control Subsystem:
Shoulder: Left> on aux0
busa: <Systems Bus: Motor Control Subsystem:
Shoulder: Right> on aux0
busb: <Systems Bus: Motor Control Subsystem: Limbs:
Left Arm> on aux0
busc: <Systems Bus: Motor Control Subsystem: Limbs:
Right Arm> on aux0
busd: <Systems Bus: Motor Control Subsystem: Chest>
on aux0
buse: <Systems Bus: Motor Control Subsystem: Waist
and Hip> on aux0
busf: <Systems Bus: Motor Control Subsystem: Pelvis>
on aux0
bus10: <Systems Bus: Motor Control Subsystem: Limbs:
Left Leg> on aux0
bus11: <Systems Bus: Motor Control Subsystem: Limbs:
Right Leg> on aux0
bus12: <Systems Bus: Guidance Control Subsystem> on
aux0
bus13: <Systems Bus: Balance Control Subsystem> on
aux0
bus14: <Systems Bus: Diagnostic Control Subsystem>
on aux0
bus15: <Systems Bus: External Control Interface
Subsystem> on aux0
bus16: <Systems Bus: Memory Review and Playback
Subsystem> on aux0
bus17: <Systems Bus: Logic and Reasoning Subsystem>
on aux0
bus18: <Systems Bus: Ego Subsystem> on aux0
bus19: <Systems Bus: Conscious Subsystem> on aux0
bus1a: <Systems Bus: Autonomic Subsystem> on aux0
bus1b: <Systems Bus: Unconscious Subsystem> on aux0
bus1c: <Systems Bus: Communications Control
Subsystem> on aux0
bus1d: <Systems Bus: Self Awareness Control
Subsystem> on aux0
bus1e: <Systems Bus: Self Protection Control
Subsystem> on aux0
bus1f: <Systems Bus: Personality Control Subsystem>
on aux0
npx0 on motherboard
npx0: INT 16 interface
Now mounting volumes:
/ on /dev/raid0a ... SUCCESSFUL
/usr on /dev/raid0c ... SUCCESSFUL
/var on /dev/raid0d ... SUCCESSFUL
/tmp on /dev/raid0e ... SUCCESSFUL
/proc on /dev/proc0 ... SUCCESSFUL
/Michael on /dev/raid0f ... SUCCESSFUL
/Michael/bin on /dev/raid0g ... SUCCESSFUL
/Michael/memory on /dev/raid0h ... SUCCESSFUL
/Michael/memory/shortterm on /dev/raid0i ...
SUCCESSFUL
/Michael/memory/longterm on /dev/raid0j ...
SUCCESSFUL
/Michael/etc on /dev/raid0k ... SUCCESSFUL
/Michael/proc on /dev/proc1 ... SUCCESSFUL
/home on /dev/raid0l ... SUCCESSFUL
/Michael/config on /dev/raid0m ... SUCCESSFUL
/Michael/dumps on /dev/raid0n ... SUCCESSFUL
/Michael/debug on /dev/raid0o ... SUCCESSFUL
/Micahel/corebin on /dev/raid0p ... SUCCESSFUL
/Michael/systemdata on /dev/raid0q ... SUCCESSFUL
/DMOPCA on /dev/raid0r ... FAILED: mountpoint
nonexistent
/DMOPCA/instructions on /dev/raid0s ... FAILED:
mountpoint nonexistent
/DMOPCA/memory on /dev/raid0t ... FAILED: mountpoint
nonexistent
Now starting daemons...
inetd ... SUCCESSFUL
vmmanager ... SUCCESSFUL
bootstrap ... SUCCESSFUL
gpsd ... SUCCESSFUL
dmopca ... FAILED: path not found
michaeld ... SUCCESSFUL
"Michael Collins" Auxilliary Personality ... LOADED
Michael Collins Personality
Copyright (C) 1997 Defense Advanced Research Projects
Agency
NOT FOR EXPORT
Initializing: Audio Input Subsystem
Initializing Video Input Subsystem
Initializing Audio Output Subsystem
Initializing Speech Control Subsystem
Initializing Power Control Subsystem
Initializing Fluid Waste Processing Subsystem
Initializing Solid Waste Processing Subsystem
Initializing Motor Control Subsystem: Head
Initializing Motor Control Subsystem: Neck
Initializing Motor Control Subsystem: Shoulder Left
Initializing Motor Control Subsystem: Shoulder Right
Initializing Motor Control Subsystem: Limbs: Left
Arm
Initializing Motor Control Subsystem: Limbs: Right
Arm
Initializing Motor Control Subsystem: Chest
Initializing Motor Control Subsystem: Waist and Hip
Initializing Motor Control Subsystem: Pelvis
Initializing Motor Control Subsystem: Limbs: Left
Leg
Initializing Motor Control Subsystem: Limbs: Right
Leg
Initializing Guidance Control Subsystem
Initializing Balance Control Subsystem
Initializing Diagnostic Control Subsystem
Initializing External Control Interface Subsystem
Initializing Memory Review and Playback Subsystem
Initializing Logic and Reasoning Subsystem
Initializing Ego Subsystem
Initializing Conscious Subsystem
Initializing Autonomic Subsystem
Initializing Unconscious Subsystem
Initializing Communications Control Subsystem
Initializing Self Awareness Control Subsystem
Initializing Self Protection Control Subsystem
Initializing Personality Control Subsystem
Performing POST: . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . DONE
ALL SYSTEMS FUNCTIONING WITHIN ESTABLISHED
PARAMETERS
Power: Bus 0: 47.974 vdc
Power: Bus 1: -48.1 vdc
Power: Bus 2: 24.2 vdc
Power: Bus 3: -21.675 vdc
Power: Bus 4: 12.01 vdc
Power: Bus 5: -12.0 vdc
Power: Bus 6: 5.25 vdc
Power: Bus 7: -4.9875vdc
Power: Bus 8: 117.14 vac
Power: Bus 9: 117.13 vac
CPU0 Temp: 98.6 deg. F
CPU1 Temp: 98.5 deg. F
CPU2 Temp: 99.2 deg. F
CPU3 Temp: 98.7 deg. F
CPU4 Temp: 98.6 deg. F
CPU5 Temp: 98.6 deg. F
CPU6 Temp: 98.7 deg. F
CPU7 Temp: 99.0 deg. F
Fluid Reservoir: 0%
Seminal Reservoir: 100%
Solid Waste Reservoir: 1%
Hydraulic Pressure: Nominal
Oil Pressure: Nominal
% Free Disk: 87
% Free Memory: 76
Est. Months Remaining Before Memory Reindex: 36
Sending Android WakeUp Signal
"I'm looking at it now," I said. "It looks
complicated."
"You're a complicated being," Dr. Carson told me.
"Some things failed." I said, noticing the several
FAILED lines in the log file.
"I know. I removed the combat personality," Dr.
Carson said.
"You've also upgraded my CPUs," I said.
"Yes, tripling your processing power. But just in
your core. Your subsystems still have their
originals."
"What's the cel0 device for?"
"Ah!" Julie said. "That's my favorite! Watch."
She picked up the phone and dialed a number.
"INCOMING VOICE CALL" flashed in green in front of
me.
"Woah," I said out loud. "How do I answer it?"
"Just think about answering the phone and it should
stop ringing."
I did as Dr. Carson suggested. "Hello," I said out
loud.
"You don't need to speak out loud to answer your
phone," she told me. "Your audio input, output, and
speech control subsystems are tied into the phone."
Julie hung up the phone, and hooked up our old
sportster modem.
"Now, check this out," she said grinningly as I
heard the modem dial.
"INCOMING DATA CALL" flashed in green in front of
me.
A small terminal window appeared in front of me.
Julie entered some keystrokes and logged in.
I could see everything she was typing. It was
fantastic! Then, before I knew it, Julie had accessed
my maintenance and diagnostic systems and without
notice, I was standing on one leg.
"Hey!" I said disgruntled. "I don't think I like
this."
"You can set it not to auto-answer if you wish," Dr.
Carson said. "In fact, I recommend that. Also, be
careful what you use it for; it is a cellphone, and
you will receive the bill. It's more designed
for emergency communications."
"What's gpsd," I asked - looking back over the
logfile.
"I installed a GPS Receiver in your back," Dr.
Carson said. "Now you'll never get lost!"
"Cool."
"Wanna surf the Internet," he asked.
"How?"
"Well, your cell-modem will give you a 33.6kbps PPP
connection to your ISP; but your built-in Ethernet
transceiver is connecting you to your home LAN here,
too. Think about surfing the
Internet and watch what happens."
I did as instructed and mentally thought about
surfing the Internet. A window appeared, somewhat
blocking my vision.
"Netscape Navigator!" I said cheerfully. "But how?"
"It's open-source now," he said. "I compiled it for
your architecture and added the necessary interface
hooks to its API. Go to an address!"
I thought about going to Yahoo! Almost immediately
the webpage loaded.
"That was fast," I said.
"Yeah, you're tied into your cablemodem here at the
house."
"Awesome!" I said happily. "Any other surprises," I
asked; closing the window.
"In due time," he said.
I reached for my pants which were set on the table,
put them on, and walked upstairs.
Julie and Dr. Carson followed me upstairs shortly
after I left the basement.
"Can I fix you something Doctor," I asked as he and
Julie entered the kitchen.
"A ham and cheese sandwich would be fine, thank
you."
"Julie?" I inquired, turning to face her.
"Nothing for me, hon." she replied.
I prepared Dr. Carson's meal, and brought it into
the living room where he and Julie were talking. As I
handed him his plate, I sat down in my chair and
listened.
He was explaining to Julie the principals of my
design.
While still listening to them, I got up to look out
the backdoor into the yard. There were squirrels
chasing each other over a fresh layer of lightly
packed snow.
"Is everything alright," Julie said; getting up and
placing her hand on my shoulder.
"I was just wondering, why me?" I said aloud,
turning to face Dr. Carson.
"What do you mean?" he replied.
"What made you come up with *me*?" I retorted.
He sighed for a moment, setting his plate down on
the coffee table. "Come over here and sit down," he
said; patting the couch next to him motioning for me
to come over.
I sat down next to him, leaning over and resting my
arms on my legs.
"You are capable of much grander things," he told
me. "I didn't want to see you blown up in Kosovo or
some bullshit war like that. Had your project not been
cancelled, you would have certainly
been sent over there."
"But I don't know what's real anymore," I told him.
He moved to put his arm around my waist and pulled
me in closer to him.
"You are real! Your life is real," he said. "I gave
you some minimal memories and broad direction. You've
made your life your own."
Julie came over to sit down next to me. Jonas
removed his arm as Julie's took his place, pulling me
close to her this time.
"Honey, I love you," she said. "I loved you before
we found out who and what you were. This fact doesn't
change anything."
"But I'm a machine!" I said loudly. "How can you
love a toaster?"
Dr. Carson got up and stood in front of me. "Stop
thinking like that," he ordered. "I'm a machine, too."
he said.
"What?" I exclaimed.
"So is Julie," he continued, waving his hands
theatrically. "Humans are nothing more than a
different kind of machine. I'm bio-electrical, you
just happen to be Electro-mechanical."
He was right, of course.
"Look, kids, I've got to head back to Tennessee; but
I think you're ready for the next level, Michael." he
told me.
I got up and walked with him to the door.
"Thanks again for all you've done for me," I told
him. "Will I ever see you again?"
"Probably not," he said. "I've got cancer, and it's
terminal."
We hugged for what seemed like a long time, and
slowly Dr. Carson turned and walked down the steps. I
followed him and his car as he drove away. I felt a
rush of sadness pour over me as I
saw him drive away.
I went back inside, sat down in my chair, and turned
on the television. I wasn't really watching anything
that was on, but was pondering the events which had
happened in my life the past week.
Julie came back into the living room sometime later
and sat down in my lap on my chair. She wrapped her
arms around my neck, reached over, and kissed me on
the cheek.
"You are so handsome when you're unplugged," she
told me.
"Uh, thank you, I suppose," I said.
She got up and walked into the other room. When she
returned, she had our pillows from the bed, and
several blankets.
"What are you doing with those?" I asked her as she
unfolded the sofa bed in the living room.
"I thought we'd stay in here and watch a movie," she
continued, laying the blanket on top.
"What movie did you have in mind?" I asked.
"I was thinking The Companion," she said.
The Companion was a story about a recluse author who
purchases an android for companionship for her while
she retreats to the wilderness to work on her book,
and get over her boyfriend.
Things go awry when she reprograms her android to go
beyond it's programming.
"Are you hinting at something here?" I asked her.
She finished getting the bed ready and pulled me out
of my chair.
She took her shirt and shorts off and got down in
the bed. I followed her lead, and took off my pants,
and got in. She started the movie and snuggled up next
to me as it started.
We started to watch the movie. I had never seen it
before, but it was kind of interesting.
About an hour into the movie, the two principal
characters, a female author and the male companion
android, began to make love. Julie, who up to this
point has had her head rested against my
chest as her hand stroked my chest and torso as she
watched the movie, let her right hand follow down my
body until she gently grabbed the head of my cock in
her fingers.
"Woah," I said out loud, feeling a wave of pleasure
rush over me.
"What?" she asked. I could see her hand underneath
the blanket masturbating herself.
"That feels good," I told her as my cock began to
get stiff.
She got under the covers and maneuvered herself to
my groin.
I could feel her hair brush against my abdomen,
gently tickling me. The next thing I knew, she guided
my stiff cock into her mouth and wrapped her lips
around it. I could feel her tongue lick my
shaft as she took my entire cock into her mouth.
With my cock fully enveloped by her lips, she
massaged my balls as she continued to give me a
blowjob there on the bed in the living room.
Faster and faster her mouth moved up and down my
piston to a rhythmic beat until I was brought to a
point where I couldn't hold off any longer.
"I'm coming," I whispered; my synthetic spew flowing
into her mouth.
Wave after wave; my seminal pumped primed from
before, fed Julie's hungry mouth with my jism.
"Mmmm," she moaned, swallowing the last drop. "It
tastes different," she said. "Like when we first made
love!"
She took my semi-hard penis back in her mouth and
slowly suckled. Her tongue licking my entire head. The
sensations I felt were both intense and pleasurable,
unlike nothing I'd felt before.
When she finished, she crawled back up to lay next
to me and we watched the rest of the movie.
Of course, the ending somewhat disturbed me!
Granted, the android character went totally ballistic,
but did she really have to blow him in half? I
couldn't help but shiver with discontent at
watching that scene.
Julie and I fell asleep together there on the
sofa-bed in the living room. The previous evening was
the first time I had actually slept since becoming
self-aware of being an android. It's kind of
hard to explain, but it felt refreshing.
"Get up," she whispered to me, kissing me on the
cheek to wake me up.
I immediately opened my eyes and sat up. "What time
is it?" I asked.
"7:30."
"Shit! I'm going to be late for work!" I exclaimed.
Quickly I got up, ran upstairs, and took a shower. I
didn't even bother to dry off completely as I threw on
a pair of jeans and a T-shirt and ran downstairs.
I kissed Julie good-bye and got in my car.
I spent most of the drive into work reflecting on
the past 36 hours and what purpose my life was to have
now that I have discovered just what I was. Could I
become a real-life Superman and
try to fight crime - is that what my destiny was
eventually to become?
I quickly dispelled the thought not long after
forming it and pulled into the parking garage.
As I walked into the building I saw Tracy waiting
for the elevator.
"Hey! Where were you yesterday?" she asked as I
walked up.
"I was sick."
"I missed you yesterday."
"I know, I'm sorry," I told her. "Let's have lunch
today. I want to thank you for the other day."
The elevator opened inviting us, and the 10 other
people, inside. She didn't say or do anything but
smiled as we were pushed to the back.
She got off at floor 2 and I continued upwards to
the 16th floor as usual. I walked into the office and
sat down at my desk and like clockwork, Arnie came
over.
"Where were you yesterday?" he asked.
"I was sick."
He had the look that someone gives you when they
know you're full of shit but didn't say anything more.
"Ever hear of the COG project?" he asked.
"No," I replied, not really paying much attention to
him. I finished logging into my computer and started
sifting through my Email as Arnie was explaining to me
that it was some anthropomorphic
android project some research students were working on
at some university.
"Sounds interesting," I said half-listening.
He did successfully pique my interest and I thought
I'd try out my cell-modem which Dr. Carson had
installed in my the previous day. I logged into my
BellSouth.net account and brought up my
own, internal, Netscape browser to do a search on it.
However, Dr. Carson wasn't exaggerating when he
mentioned the connection would be slow - 33.6kbps was
as fast as I was getting and the project pages took an
immensely long time to
download.
While reading up on COG, I logged into our
development servers and began working. I didn't
realize this, but I had totally ignored Arnie as he
got frustrated I wasn't responding to him and
walked away.
Before I knew it, it was lunchtime. I snuck out of
there as fast as I could and went down to the 2nd
floor to see Tracy. As I walked into the SynChem
office, she was talking to Lisa at the
reception desk.
"Hey!" she said gleefully, greeting me as I walked
into the office. "I was just thinking about you."
"I thought we'd go to T.G.I. Friday's for lunch," I
suggested, walking over to the reception desk.
"Perfect!" she said, grabbing hold of my arm,
walking me out the door.
We got into my car, and drove to T.G.I. Friday's. It
was lunchtime, and as expected it was quite crowded.
While we were waiting, I received a phone call on my
internal cellphone.
"INCOMING CALL" flashed in green in front of me.
"Hello?" I said, answering the phone.
"Hey, hon!" It was Julie. "I was just wondering,
could you stop off at Kroger on the way home and pick
up some milk? We're all out." she asked.
"Sure thing," I told her.
While Julie and I were talking on the cellphone,
Tracy and I were carrying on a conversation about what
we were both doing on New Years.
"I was pretty much unconscious for most of the
holiday," I told Tracy.
"Sounds like you had too much to drink," she told
me, squeezing my arm a little tighter as she kept her
arm around me while we were waiting for a table.
"No, that came later," I told her with an evil grin.
If only she knew!
We were finally shown a table. Julie was a little
perturbed at how long it took for us to get seated,
but I didn't mind the wait. Then again, she was
probably hungry and I didn't have any need for
food anymore.
She ordered some quesidillas and I, a soup and
salad.
After the waiter left with our order, Tracy freaked
the shit out of me by taking off her shoes in the
restaurant, and placing her stockinged feet up into my
crotch.
I was startled and a bit shocked at this reaction
from someone I'd only known platonically.
"What are you doing?" I whispered to her.
"Getting to know you a little better," she said;
taking her second foot to massage my cock and balls
with through my pants.
I couldn't help but squirm. She was beautiful, and
very sweet. After all, were it not for her Julie and I
wouldn't have had any fun last night; but I loved
Julie! I couldn't allow this to continue.
"You don't like me?" she said as I changed positions
in the booth to sit sideways and rest my feet on the
bench.
"I do!" I exclaimed. "It's not that! But I love
Julie!"
She looked visibly displeased at this revelation and
we didn't say much for the next several minutes until
our food arrived.
While eating, we were both nervous at what had
transpired moments earlier. She was visibly uneasy as
she tried to make conversation with me by talking
about the weather and politics.
Turned out we both pretty much agreed on at least the
politics part. She was a strong Gore supporter, and so
was I (but I think for other reasons).
While driving back, we didn't say much to each
other; and we were completely silent as we entered the
building and elevator.
She got off at two, and I continued on upwards.
About the 10th floor, I received another phone call
on my internal cellphone.
"Mike?" Julie said, sounding hysterical; not even
waiting for me to say hello.
"What's wrong?"
"You need to come home now, there's an emergency,"
she said.
"Ok, but how do you know? Are you home?"
"Yes! I quit my job; and we've got a problem." she
said.
I walked briskly over to Scott's desk and told him I
needed to go home. He was playing Chess on his laptop
against his computer and just motioned his approval.
He didn't say a word.
"Ok," I told Julie. "I'm leaving now. Why did you
quit your job?"
"They were going to transfer me to level 1 technical
support," she told me.
"Well that's bullshit. Care to enlighten me as to
what the emergency is?" I asked her.
"You've got two visitors," she said.
I became extremely nervous. "Do you think Dr. Carson
said anything?" I asked her.
"He did, they told me," she said.
I raced home, averaging about 90 miles-per-hour up
400 to Alpharetta. Of course, the ironic thing is I
wasn't going much faster than the flow of traffic.
Fortunately traffic was moderately light
since this wasn't rush hour.
As I drove up to my house, I saw Dr. Carson's SUV
parked in the driveway. Running into the kitchen after
parking my car in the garage, I saw Julie sitting at
the dining room table, her back to
me. Across from her were two youths, a boy and a girl,
who looked not much older than 16 or so.
"What's going on?" I asked as Julie turned to face
me.
"Mike, meet Chip and Becky," Julie said.
"Hey," I said. "So what's the emergency?"
I sat down next to Julie at the dining room table.
"The man you know as Dr. Carson ceased to function
at 4:44am this morning," the boy said.
"We were instructed beforehand to come to this
address," the girl said.
I listened intently to what they were saying and
paused for a moment to absorb it all. "Are you saying
he's dead?"
"That is an accurate description." the boy said.
"Access file /Michael/.hidden/Jonas/cab.doc," the
girl said.
I brought my console to the foreground and accessed
the file as she suggested. It was a letter to me from
Dr. Carson:
Dear Chip,
If you're reading this letter it means that cancer
has caught the best of me.
You're probably wondering who those two beautiful
people are who told you about this file. Chip and
Becky are my pride and joy. I designed and created
them shortly after I let you go. I learned
a lot while designing and creating you, and I carried
that knowledge over to them.
No one knows of their existence, and since I created
them both out of my own pocket, not the government's,
I didn't finish them until Christmas Eve, 1999. But
what a Christmas present I was
able to give to myself when they were activated!
Advances in electronics and mechanics allowed me to
create droids with a smaller frame than you. As such,
I've designed Chip and Becky to look like normal 17 or
18 year olds.
Please take care of them for me; and show them the
world.
Just in case you're wondering; they're not related
to you, but I would like you show them the love, care,
and attention I know that is deep inside you.
With Love,
J.
"Wow," I said out loud, a moment after pulling up
the file and reading it.
"Who are they?" Julie asked me, grabbing my hand
underneath the table.
"Looks like they're Dr. Carson's... children," I
said.
"So they're your brother and sister?"
"Actually, no," I told her. "Dr. Carson was pretty
specific - we're not related."
I just sat there for a moment, contemplating this
latest turn of events in my life.
"You," I said; pointing to the boy. "What's your
name, again?"
Stoically the android replied, "Chip, Sir. Chip
Carson."
"And you?" I said, looking at the girl.
"Becky Carson, Sir."
"Well Chip, Becky; I guess we should examine you," I
said, getting up out of my chair. "Why don't we all go
downstairs."
I opened the door to the basement, and guided
everyone down the stairs. Julie went down first,
turning on the light as she walked down, followed next
by Becky, and then by Chip; I brought up
the rear. Julie escorted them to our work area and
asked them to stand in front of the table.
For a moment, I stood at the stairway looking at
these two. They just stood still, almost at attention;
their eyes were facing forward. They didn't say
anything or do anything. Julie walked over to
me after powering up her PC.
"What do you think?" she asked quietly.
"Beats the shit out of me!" I replied.
"Do you want me to examine them, or you?" she asked.
She had a hint of nervousness in her voice.
"I'll do it, it's okay." I said.
Taking a deep breath, I walked over to the two.
"Chip, take off your clothes and hop up on the table."
Chip complied; as Becky moved out of the way, he
unzipped the jumpsuit he was wearing and let it drop
to the floor.
"Oh, Jesus!" Julie exclaimed, as her eyes fell on
Chip's extraordinary hung member. "He's as big as
you!"
"Hop up," I told him, patting the table.
Chip laid back on the table with his arms resting at
his sides. I leaned over to look into his eyes,
adjusting my own eyes for maximum focus and
magnification.
Looking closely, I could see the charged coupled
device which converted the visible light into
electronic impulses which he interpreted.
Next, I picked up his arm and ran my fingers down
it. I noticed what felt like muscles underneath his
skin.
"Squeeze my hand," I asked him as I took his right
hand in mine forming a shake. As he shook my hand, I
placed my left hand around his biceps as he squeezed.
"Stop!" I exclaimed out loud as warning messages
flashed and diagnostic screens appeared in front of
me.
"What's wrong?" Julie said coming over.
"Chip, you were exceeding 500 pounds per square inch
with that squeeze!" I said to both of them. "He was
breaking my hand," I continued; explaining to Julie.
Julie picked up Chip's leg and pushed it up back
into his hip examining the range of motion, as I
stepped back to temporarily care for my almost crushed
hand.
"Are you going to be okay?" she asked, noticing me
flexing all of the joints in my right hand and wrist.
"I think so." I told her.
"Becky, why don't you get undressed and hop on the
table in Chip's place," Julie told her.
She complied, unzipping her jumpsuit, too. Chip
hopped off the table standing next to it as Becky
approached, yielding his place for her.
Julie and I immediately noticed how well developed
both Becky and Chip were. They both had pubic hair,
although aside from their head they were both
completely bald.
"Julie was right," I thought to myself as I examined
Chip a little more standing up. He was about as
endowed as I was, if not slightly larger.
Becky, it appeared, was not left to be undone. Her
breasts were full and perky. In fact, it seemed Chip
and Becky were crafted as two almost perfect
specimens; if not crafted to attract both
sexes sexually.
I walked up to Chip, and depressed my fingers
against his ribcage to try to open his chest panel.
"I do not have that feature," he told me as I
removed my fingers. "What would you like to examine?"
"Uh," I said, somewhat embarrassed. "Where's your
dataport?"
He then brought both of his fingers to his temples
and depressed two tiny indentations on the side of his
head, behind his eyes. As he did this, a seam formed
around the top of his skull. Next,
he lifted the crown of his skull up and off, holding
it beside him as he lowered his arms.
"Amazing!" I said out loud.
He turned around where his backside was facing me. I
pulled Julie's chair over and motioned for him to sit
down. When he was seated, I had a better vantage point
peering inside.
There was a sloped aluminum frame which comprised
his forehead. As it crested at the top, it flattened
out and sloped back at about a 30 degree angle where
it met with the base of his skull.
The flattened area contained a 3" square color, LCD
monitor. The monitor was on, and it appeared to
represent the visual inputs Chip was currently
processing.
Beneath the monitor were three RJ45 jacks. One was
labeled "10BT", another "RS232", and another "AUX".
"What's the 'AUX' jack for?" I asked him.
"Remote keyboard, and video."
I picked up the same Cat-5 RJ45 cable which Julie
and Dr. Carson had used on me yesterday and attached
it to the jack marked 10BT. As I did this, I
immediately saw the link-light on our
hub light up.
"What's your IP Address?" I asked him.
"172.16.0.3," he replied.
I walked over to Julie's computer and set a static
route from her PC to Chip's NIC. Once I confirmed the
route was set and his MAC address appeared in the ARP
table, I opened up a telnet
session to 172.16.0.3.
"Login:" appeared on the screen.
Quickly, I typed in "root," and tapped the
Enter-key.
"Password?" I asked him.
"Adam," he replied.
I entered the password of "adam," and was placed at
what looked like a C-Shell root-prompt.
Julie had relegated herself to examining Becky while
I was browsing through Chip's filesystem.
"Hey Mike," she said. "Becky's got a clit!" she
said, finishing her amateur gynecological examination.
"What's a clit?" I heard Becky ask Julie.
"Oh God," both Julie and I said out loud together,
chuckling.
I examined Chip's filesystems thoroughly.
Essentially his was laid out similar to mine, with a
logical directory structure. One of the things I
quickly noticed was that the earliest file in his
shortterm or longterm memory directory was dated less
than 24 hours ago.
"How old are you," I asked him.
"I was first activated 22 hours 13 minutes and 19
seconds ago."
"Becky, what about you; how old are you?"
"I was first activated 22 hours 12 minutes and 11
seconds ago."
"Becky and I are both designed to resemble male and
female gendered humanoids between seventeen and
eighteen years of maturity." he said.
I walked over to Becky, laying on the table and
depressed the indentations near her temples removing
her skull-plate.
Getting another Cat-5 cable off our storage shelf, I
inserted the plug into Becky's 10BT jack until I felt
it click.
"What's your IP Address?" I asked her, as I plugged
the other end of the cable into our network hub.
"172.16.0.2," she replied.
I setup static routes to both of them in my internal
kernel routing tables and brought two terminal
sessions to the foreground of my vision. It was much
easier for me to work this way, logically,
rather than converting my thoughts into physical
keypresses on Julie's PC. I utilized the 1.5 megabit
spread-spectrum RF transceiver which Dr. Carson
installed inside of me yesterday.
After logging into Becky, I noticed her filesystems
were organized exactly identical to mine and Chip's;
and just like Chip's the earliest memory file was
dated less than 24 hours ago.
Julie gave Becky and Chip their jumpsuits to put
back on, while ran diagnostics and examined their
systems.
"They were truly far more advanced than I" I thought
to myself. But they were infantile.
Chip and Becky, in this state, had no experiences.
Dr. Carson hadn't even planted seed memories into them
with mock experiences as he did with me. These two
were entirely unique, since
they would live their entire lives knowing they were
androids.
"Michael," Julie said, whispering in my ear. "We
need to get them some clothes."
She was right, of course. That thought hadn't even
crossed me yet. They can't go around wearing nothing
but jumpsuits all the time.
Julie ran upstairs as I closed out the remote
sessions I had into them and gently reattached their
skullcaps. When she returned she had a tape measure
draped around her neck.
She unzipped Chip's jumpsuit, letting the top drape
around his waist.
I went upstairs to call Scott and give him an excuse
for taking a little time off. He wasn't pleased when I
told him I had a family emergency which I needed to
take care of; but he couldn't offer
much resistance. I had already accrued 3 weeks of
vacation pay.
Julie came upstairs with Chip and Becky following.
She motioned for them to sit down on the couch.
"Want to know their stats?" she asked me as I hung
up the phone.
"Sure."
"Well, Becky is a size 4 dress. What I would do to
have her body. She'll need a 32B bra. She's 5'9" tall.
Chip is 5'11" tall, and has a 30" waist, 32" inseam,
and a 8 " cock..."
"You measured his cock?" I asked her scoldingly.
"I couldn't resist," she said giggling. "But, it's 8
" soft! You're only 8" soft my dear."
Armed with the stats, Julie instructed Becky and
Chip to come with us as we went to Chez Target to pick
up some clothes for them.
They sat in the backseat and Julie rode shotgun as I
drove to the Target store nearby. We got some pretty
strange looks from the customers as the four of us
entered the store. I thought it
might have been the jumpsuits until I looked down at
Chip and then to Becky and realized neither of them
were wearing any shoes.
We grabbed two carts as I took Chip to the menswear
section and Julie escorted Becky to womanswear.
"Underwear;" I thought out loud. "We need to get you
some underwear," I said to him.
"What is underwear," he asked.
"Underwear is what people wear under their clothes."
I said as we approached the section. "Which do you
prefer, boxers or briefs?" holding up a package of
both.
"Which do you prefer?" he returned the question back
to me.
"Me, I prefer boxers," I told him. "I don't like to
be restricted."
"I don't like to be restricted, either." he said.
I was beginning to think I was talking to a broken
record. "I'm not so sure about that just yet, let's
start you off with briefs for now. You can always
switch later." I set two packages of BVD small
briefs into the cart.
"Now we need to get you some socks," I said. "Your
foot looks about the same size as me, I'm guessing
size 10?" Chip followed me to the next aisle as I
picked up two packages of crew socks
and set them in the basket, too.
"What are socks?" he inquired.
With a deep sigh, I explained to Chip that socks
were worn over one's feet to protect them from shoes.
"That reminds me," I said out loud. "Shoes!"
Chip followed me as I walked over to the shoe
section. Fortunately, there was an unused shoe-sizer.
"Put your foot in here," I instructed as I adjusted
the device.
"9 ."
He stood there as I walked down the aisle looking
for some size 9 sneakers. I found a pair of white
Reebok's and brought them back.
"Here, sit down," I said motioning for him to sit
next to me. I got up and reached into the cart to get
a package of socks, opened it, and handed him a pair.
"Put these on," I instructed, getting the
shoes ready for him to try on.
Chip just held the socks in his hands and stared
down at his feet.
"You don't know how to put on socks, do you?" I
said.
"No, I'm sorry."
"You had enough programming to drive yourself 150
miles to my house but you don't know how to put on
socks?" I said, balking.
I got up and knelt down in front of him, took a sock
and slid it up over his foot. "Like this," I said.
"Now you try."
He took the remaining sock, and with success, slid
it up and over his remaining foot.
Next, I finished lacing up the shoes and placed them
on his feet, and tied them up.
"Stand up and tell me how those feel," I said.
About this time, Becky and Julie approached us in
the shoe section.
"How's it going?" she asked me.
"Fine, but Chip didn't know what underwear or socks
were" I told her.
Giggling, she replied, "Neither did Becky!"
I set the empty box into the cart and Chip followed
me as we went to find some pants.
I picked up several pairs of Levi's 501 30/32's and
set them in the cart. I also got several gray, small
waist sweat pants and shorts and set them in, too.
Next to the pants and jeans were the shirts, and I
picked up several medium sized short-sleeve and
long-sleeved shirts and set them in the cart as well.
Chip followed me as I pushed the cart over to the
men's dressing rooms. I handed him a pair of jeans,
underwear, and a grey T-shirt to go and try on.
I escorted him into the dressing room, placed him in
the room, and stood outside. About a minute later,
Chip opened the door.
"Can you help me?" he said, standing buck-ass naked;
his jumpsuit at his ankles.
"Oh, Jesus," I said; quickly entering the room and
locking the door behind me. "You need to remove your
shoes first," I instructed as Chip sat down.
I got his shoes off and removed his jumpsuit; he was
wearing nothing but his socks.
I reached over to open the package of underwear,
took out a pair, and guided each foot through the
hole. "Stand up," I said, as I lifted the briefs up
his legs.
"Do you want to adjust yourself?" I asked him,
noticing his cock was forced down and over his balls.
"How so?"
"Your... package." I said.
Chip just stood there, a look of bewilderment on his
face.
"This!" I said, cupping my cock and balls in my
hands through my jeans. Still, no reaction from him.
I took a step back, stuck my hand in my pants, and
shifted my balls and cock. "See?"
Chip followed, sticking his hand in his shorts,
bringing his balls up and out,
"If you don't do that, you might squish your balls
while you're walking," I told him.
"What are my balls?" he asked. Cupping my basket
again with my right hand, I looked down at it and
said, "These are your balls."
Next, I unfolded the jeans and placed his feet
through the legs one at a time. I had to turn him
around when I got the jeans up, just below his butt so
I could lift them up. "Jump up once or twice,"
I instructed him. He complied, and I got them up to
his waist.
I buttoned the top button, turned him around, and
zipped up the front.
"Excuse me," he said. "I need to adjust my balls."
Next, he reached into his jeans and lifted his basket
up making it even more pronounced.
"I've created a monster," I said softly to myself.
When I was certain the jeans fit him properly, I
turned him around and took off all the tags.
I lightly tossed him the T-shirt which he put on
over his head.
Last I set him back down, and put his shoes back on
and re-tied them.
"Stand up and turn around," I said. Chip complied
and I closely examined every inch of his body.
"You're a handsome young man, Chip Carson," I said
admiring the ensemble.
I faced him into one of the mirrors and stood next
to him.
"What do you think?" I asked him.
"I am a handsome young man." he replied. "What is
that?" he asked, pointing at his crotch in the mirror.
"That, my son, is your basket," I said. He looked to
the mirror to our left which gave us both a profile
view and remarked, "Mine is more pronounced than
yours."
I have to admit, I was a little embarrassed at what
he just said. Trying to quickly retort him, the only
thing I could say was, "It's not the size of your
tools, but how well you use them."
"That was lame," I thought to myself, rolling my
eyes.
We walked outside the dressing room and found a
newly clothed Becky, with Julie, walking towards us.
Becky was wearing Jeans and a T-shirt - just like
Chip.
"What do you think?" she asked me.
"Good job! What do you think about Chip?" I said,
showing him off in the aisle.
"He needs to keep his shirt untucked," she said.
Julie got the items which she had picked out for
Becky and placed them in my cart. We left the cart off
in a secluded aisle as we made our way up to the front
of the store. Julie pushed the cart
up ahead of us and I stayed in the back to walk with
Chip and Becky.
"Is there anything you two would like to do?" I
asked as I placed my arms on both of their shoulders
while we walked.
"I would like to learn," Becky said.
"I think I would like to do the same," Chip chimed
in.
Chuckling, I replied; lightly squeezing their
shoulders, "What would you like to learn about?"
"I would like to learn about everything," Chip
replied.
"Yes, from A to Z," Becky added.
"There'll be time for that I think, we've got as
much time as we need."
We followed Julie into a check-out line, Julie was
arguing with the clerk since Becky and Chip were both
wearing most of the merchandise. The clerk didn't seem
to want to take just the tags.
Little did the clerk know that Julie's a formidable
arbiter.
"Give me your credit card," she demanded after the
clerk ran everything up.
"What's the damage?"
"$281.20," the clerk said.
"Two hundred," I said exclaiming with a pause.
"Here." I leaned over and whispered to Julie, "What
did you buy, the whole department?"
"I got some stuff for me, too," she said. The clerk
handed me the slip to sign, which I did begrudgingly.
I carried the bags as we walked out to the car.
Driving home, Julie and I didn't say anything; we
were too busy listening to Chip and Becky compare each
other's experiences that they just had.
"Michael showed me how to adjust my balls," Chip
said to Becky. Upon hearing this statement, Julie shot
me a stern look. Embarrassed, I shot her back a wry
grin.
"What are balls?" Becky asked.
Julie was interested in this response too, since she
turned her head to the back to look at the two of
them.
"These," Chip said, grasping his crotch.
"Excuse me," Julie said laughing. "That's not your
balls; that's your basket. Your balls are underneath
your jeans and underwear."
"Thank you Julie," Chip said genuinely.
"This is my basket," he repeated, grabbing his
crotch to adjust it once more.
"Julie told me I had nice tits and pussy," Becky
said gleefully.
I was shocked when I heard this statement; all I
could do was open my eyes wide as I looked at Julie in
disbelief. She did nothing but slouch down in her seat
embarrassed.
"What are tits and pussy?" Chip asked.
"Here we go," I mumbled out loud, glaring at Julie.
"We'll have time for that later, kids," Julie
interjected.
I pulled the car into the garage. Chip and Becky
walked into the living room and stood in front of each
other, feeling the other's clothes.
"They need some serious education, Mike," Julie said
softly to me.
"I know. I'm downloading some material for them now.
I'll transfer it to them after I've examined
everything."
"Chip, Becky, why don't the two of you follow me
upstairs and let me show you your room," Julie said.
I only had a three-bedroom house. One of our
upstairs bedrooms was turned into a den/ library. The
other was the guest-bedroom. It had a bunk-bed in it.
I hoped the kids didn't mind
cohabiting.
Julie showed them to the room; it was medium sized,
about 11x16, with two dressers and a desk in the
corner.
Becky and Chip walked into the center of the room.
Looking around, Chip said, "This will be sufficient."
"I have a lot of work to do with him," I whispered
into Julie's ear.
"Well, we'll let you two get situated." Julie said.
"We'll be downstairs when you're done."
She and I walked back downstairs. I wanted to catch
CNNfn to see how the stock market was performing today
while Julie went into the kitchen to fix something to
eat. After heating up a
microwave dinner, she joined me in the living room.
We were chatting a little more about why she had
quit her job earlier that day; and I have to admit, I
couldn't blame her. Someone of her skill level and
expertise would just be wasted as a
simple technical support person. The whole situation
almost made me want to call up BellSouth and cancel
every service we had with them.
"What are you going to do with them," Julie said
during one of the commercials.
"I'm not sure. I've never been a parent before; I
wouldn't know where to begin!"
"I know what you mean," she added. "Their bodies are
mature, but their minds are that of a 3 year old. I'm
going to go and check on them."
Several minutes later, Becky walked downstairs with
Chip and Becky.
"Hey, how's it going?" I asked the three of them as
they entered the room.
"Go ahead and have a seat on the couch," she said
quietly to them as she sat down next to me.
"So what were they doing?" I asked her.
"Nothing," she said. "Not a thing; they were just
standing in the middle of the room where we left
them."
"Chip, Becky," I asked, leaning forward in my chair,
"Is there anything you two would like to do?"
"We would like to learn," they said together.
I got up, and paced the floor of the living room a
couple of times.
"Come on downstairs," I instructed everybody.
Julie, Chip, and Becky followed me downstairs to the
basement.
I positioned them both next to my worktable as I
carefully removed their skull caps. Next, I picked up
two Ethernet cables and inserted them into the jacks
inside their head marked 10BT.
"What are you doing?" Julie asked, walking up behind
me, wrapping her arms around my waist.
"I'm going to export my intrinsic knowledge database
and import it into them." I said.
"What will that do?" she said, turning me around.
"It will give them the same knowledge I have; about
history, culture, etiquette, etc."
"How long will it take?" she asked.
"My database is approximately 112Gb in size,
compressed about 40Gb; so about 8 hours to transfer.
I opened my chest by depressing the indentations
between my 3rd and 4th ribs on either side of my
chest, and picked up another Ethernet cable to insert
into me.
Next, I logged into both Chip and Becky and set up
the tftp session to receive my database, and begun the
transfer. Unfortunately, the process of compressing my
database, coupled with the
almost 100% throughput through my network interface
left me in a somewhat catatonic state.
When the transfer finished, approximately 9 hours
later, I regained my senses and consciousness and
noticed it was dark outside.
I turned to face Chip and Becky who were just
finishing rebooting.
"Hey, Mike," Chip said to me after blinking his eyes
several times in a rapid fashion.
"Hi, Chip," I replied, removing the Ethernet cable
from my chest and closing it.
Becky had already removed the Ethernet cable I had
inserted inside of her earlier and was replacing her
skull cap. "How do you feel?" I asked her.
"Talk about a weird experience," she replied.
"I thought it was cool," Chip replied as he replaced
his skull cap.
Julie came downstairs wearing her panties and a
midriff T-shirt. "I thought I heard some noise down
here," she said.
"Hey," I said, getting my shirt back on.
She ran over, jumped up, and put her arms around me.
I couldn't help but notice Chip sitting down, his
back to both of us, but with his head turned so he
could see us.
"Chip, are you ok?" Becky asked him as she walked
towards him.
"I'm fine!" he yelled, jumping up and running
towards the stairs.
All of us just stood there and looked at each other
for a brief moment.
"Did you see that?" Julie asked me.
Chip and Becky were both still naked from earlier
that evening, and it appeared Chip wasn't the only one
who was delighted to see Jules' angelic face as she
came downstairs since he was
sporting quite a rather stiff hard-on as he ran up the
stairs.
"I better go see him," I said, walking briskly up
the stairs.
"Chip?" I yelled when I reached the main floor, but
there was no answer.
I walked up the stairs to the bedroom. Again, I
called for him, but there was no answer. As I walked
down the hall, I heard a deep pounding coming from his
and Becky's bedroom. When I
opened the door, I saw Chip standing at the dresser,
pounding the head of his cock with the base of a
marble statue.
"Woah!" I said, running over to him and grabbing his
arm. "What are you doing?"
"I'm sorry, Michael! I've disgraced you, and Julie.
I shouldn't be like this." he said, crying. "It won't
go down! It's so embarrassing! Can't you deactivate
it?"
"I can, but I won't," I said. "Every male humanoid
has to learn how to deal with sexual attraction, and
you're no different."
"What do I do?"
"Well, you can try to think of astral physics to get
your mind off of her, but I would suggest
masturbating; it's a lot more fun."
"How do I do that?" he asked genuinely.
"Didn't I transfer that to you?"
"No."
"Good God," I said out loud to myself. "There's
probably a law against this," I said dropping my
pants, getting up on the bottom bunk and leaning
against the wall. "Sit next to me," I instructed.
He got up next to me and started to watch me massage
by balls and slowly stroke my cock getting it as hard
as his.
"Now, place your cock in either your left or right
hand, and start to stroke it and your balls up and
down." I said, doing the same thing with my right
hand.
"This feels pleasurable," he said.
"Yes, it does. Now continue to do that, including
gently gliding your fingers on the anterior base of
your cockhead, and keep on repeating." I instructed.
He continued, going faster and faster when I noticed
his balls retract up into his scrotum.
"Uh oh," he said, stopping.
"No, continue," I said. I knew he was about to come.
He continued for about another two seconds then
grabbed the base of his cock, and with a great force
and magnitude spewed his juice.
It hit his upper chest with a great force as it
splashed between his pectorals, spraying my right
shoulder.
About this time, I reached my own orgasm as I spewed
my own onto my chest as well.
Chip, however, wasn't done it appeared as he
continued to stroke his still hard cock, spewing even
more jism over his stomach and the bed.
When he finished, he looked over at me with a grin
on his face as he and I both heard an applause coming
from the other side of the room.
"Bravo!" Julie cheered.
"Oh God," I said, jumping off the bed to get my
pants on, my cum still dripping down my chest and
stomach.
"What were they doing?" Becky asked her.
"Masturbating, dear." she replied. "Chip, looks like
you've never came before this I take it," she said.
"No, ma'am." he answered.
I quickly got up and ran into our bedroom to take a
shower. Aside from having sticky jism all over me, I
was extremely embarrassed that Becky and Julie were
watching.
I drew the shower, stepped in, and started to wash
some of the cum which had already started to dry on my
body. As I almost finished, the curtain drew open, and
Julie stepped in, naked, to join
me.
She didn't say anything as she removed the soap and
washcloth from my hands. I stood in an erotic awe as
she knelt down before me and started scrubbing my
feet; the spray of the shower
pouring down my back.
She worked her way up my thighs and took the
washcloth in her hand; with her finger, she pulled the
cloth forward gently scrubbing my anus, and the area
behind my balls. The sensation of her
and the cloth was immense! Almost immediately, my cock
sprung to life thanking her for the sensations.
"Nice to see you still like me," she said.
She took the bar of soap, cupping and massaging it
with her hands, filling her fingers with lather.
Next, she took her fingers, and wrapped them around
the head of my cock. It throbbed at the delight of her
touch.
Slowly, she milked my member with her soapy hand.
She turned me around, so the water jets were
spraying down my chest, placed her arms around my
waist, and grabbed my cock again in her hands.
Kissing my back while she continued to stroke me
whispered, "I've always wanted to jerk you off this
way," she said.
I reached behind me and started to finger fuck her
pussy as her strokes got faster and I climaxed again.
We finished showering; dried off, and then went to
bed. For the first time in about a week my dreams were
filled with her.
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