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the Michael Collins' Anthology
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.
Copyright (c) 1999-2001 CyberCzar. You may download this story
for your own personal use; but please don't share it with anyone.
If you think someone else might be interested in this story,
please forward their request to me.
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First Day
Monday morning, everyone got up and dressed. Michael didn't have
enough time to fix breakfast for Julie that morning as he was
busy going over last minute details with Chip and Becky.
"Does everyone have their supplies?" he asked, examining the two.
"Yes," they said.
"Ok, either of you call me immediately if there are any
problems." referring to the internal cel-modems the three had.
"They'll be fine, Michael," Julie said, walking up behind him and
putting her arm around his waist.
Chip and Becky left and walked to the end of the subdivision to
where the bus stop was. There, she was pleasantly surprised to
see Danny waiting for the bus, too.
"Hi!" he said, seeing her walk up. "I didn't realize you lived in
this subdivision."
"Yes! This is my brother Chip," she said.
"Hey, Chip." he said, waving shortly.
"Hey."
There were several other kids waiting at the stop along with
them.
"I'm Amy," one of the girls said, walking up to Chip.
They all spent the next few minutes chatting waiting for the bus.
Back at the house, Michael and Julie were getting ready for work.
"You think they'll be ok?" she asked him, putting on her shoes.
"I hope so."
Michael and Julie left and drove to the Park and Ride lot off
Mansell Road to catch the bus which would take them to the train
station to head on into work. On the way to the train station,
Michael received a call from Chip.
"WHAT IS A NERD?" the message said instantly.
"A NERD IS A DERROGATORY TERM FOR SOMEONE WHO IS MORE ACADEMIC
THAN THE REST OF THEIR PEERS. IS SOMEONE CALLING YOU A NERD?"
"NO, THEY'RE REFERRING TO ANOTHER STUDENT ON THE BUS, I WAS JUST
CURIOUS."
Michael couldn't help but chuckle out loud after disconnecting
the call.
"What's so funny?" Julie asked.
"Chip just called me; wanted to know what a nerd was."
"Ah!" she said, giggling.
After picking up several more students, the school bus arrived at
the high school. Aimlessly, hordes of students got out, examining
the posters and signs telling them where they needed to go.
Becky quickly found one sign which read, 'JUNIONORS: A-D - ROOM
103'. "Chip, I think this is us," she said, pointing out the
sign. "Where's room 103?"
"Beats me," he said.
They walked through the doors and found a map. Politely, they
excused their way through the mass of students and made their way
to room 103.
"Sign in, please." the teacher said, greeting them as they
entered the room. As instructed, they both signed and printed
their name on the sign-in sheet, and handed it back to the
teacher.
"Chip and Becky Carson," she said, reading their names off the
form. "My, are you two twins?"
"Yes," he replied.
"Thought so. Your handwriting is identical to your sister's."
This was no accident. Chip and Becky had no need for handwriting,
or to develop a style of their own. The script they printed was
that which was originally programmed into them.
"Here you go," she said, leafing through the papers. "Here are
your schedules."
They both compared each others schedule and were pleased to find
out that they were identical with two exceptions. Chip was
enrolled in Air Force JROTC while Becky was enrolled in Drama
instead. They also noticed that they were both signed up for
Phys. Ed. the last period of the day, with different instructors.
"I think there's a problem," Chip said, noticing the scheduling
error.
"What's that?"
"We're both in Physical Education 7th period."
"Yes, everyone must attend P.E."
"We have a note from our doctors. We both have bad knees." said
Becky.
"Just give it to the coaches."
They both left the room, schedules in hand, and went to their
first period which was English.
They were assigned a seat, in alphabetical order, which left Chip
sitting at the end of one row, and Becky sitting at the beginning
of another.
Their teacher was Mr. Lawson. He was a short, stout, older man.
Graying, with a receding hairline. Throughout the next 45
minutes, he chatted briefly with each student, as other students
slowly poured into the class and found their respective seats.
Chip was sitting next to Maria Kontardis. She was an attractive
greek girl, who's family had immigrated to the United States from
Europe some time ago.
Becky was sitting next to Maria's brother, Michael Kontardis.
The students barely had enough time to introduce themselves when
the period bell rang, signaling it was time for their next class.
Chip and Becky examined their schedule and proceeded to their
next class, which was Algebra in room 227.
The teacher had no assigned seating, and instructed everyone to
find a seat. Becky was delighted to find Danny in this class, and
since he was the only person, other than her brother, that she
knew somewhat, she sat down beside him.
"Hey!" he said leaning over to her. "What's your schedule look
like?"
She handed him her schedule and examined the other kids as they
quickly found a seat.
"Damn, you've got Lawson for English, I'm sorry." he said.
"Why?"
"He's a hard-ass. Cutts is cool though. I don't know much about
these others, but be careful of Leahy in P.E. - she's a dyke."
"A dyke?" she asked genuinely.
"Yeah, a lezbo. You know, fish-eater."
Becky just had a blank look on her face trying to process what he
was saying.
"A lesbian," he said, whispering to her. "A woman that gets off
seeing another woman??"
"Oh!" she said. She still wasn't sure what he was talking about.
Chip and Becky managed to make it through the rest of the day.
But 7th period was fast approaching.
They both made it to the locker rooms on time. As the bell rang,
Coach Hawkins came out of his office and walked into the center
of the dressing area.
"Everyone, strip down, and stand in front of your lockers." he
yelled, turned around, and walked back into his office.
Five minutes later, he returned to find the 25 students all
standing with their shirts and underwear on.
Turning around to look at each of them, when he finished, he
yelled, "I said STRIP!"
The kids didn't say anything as each of them, with the exception
of Chip, turned their backs to the coach and took off their
shirts and underwear. Chip, immediately complied by taking off
his shirt and jockeys and setting them on the bench in front of
him.
When everyone's butt was bare, he told everyone to turn around.
The boys didn't say anything as they slowly turned around and
made a conscious effort of staring straight in front of them.
Chip noticed several of the boys' eyes taking quick glances at
his, and the other boys bodies.
Coach Hawkins proceeded to stand in front of each of the boys and
look them up and down; critiquing their body, and pointing out
their flaws. "Conroy, we need to work on your stomach. Adams,
chest. Hillcrest, arms. Carson..."
He stopped talking as he looked at Chip briefly in the eyes then
let his eyes wander down his body. "Carson, turn around."
Chip complied as he turned his backside to face him. "Turn around
to face me, son." he said. "You work out, boy?"
"Not much," he replied. Chip had no need for lifting any weights,
his hydraulic limbs had the same strength no matter how much
weight he lifted.
"Not much?" Coach Hawkins said sarcastically. "There's not a damn
thing wrong with you, boy! Stand in the middle and turn around,"
he commanded.
Chip complied and walked to the center of the room.
"Turn around," he said. "Now, I want each and everyone of you to
take a good look at Mr. Carson, here. This is what you all are
going to strive for by the end of this year."
Chip stopped when he reached a full 360, but the coach ordered
him to keep turning.
"Look at his body. Perfect symmetry and proportions. All you
faggots better keep your eyes up, Dawson." He stopped Chip and
leaned into him. "Chip, you're not a faggot, are you?" he asked.
"Uh, no." But Chip didn't have a clue what he was talking about
since he had no comprehension of homosexuality.
"Well, Dawson here has been keeping his eyes on your cock, just
checking."
Chip continued to turn again, as the Coach told him to get back
in his place. "Ok, that's enough, Carson," he said, slapping him
on his butt as he walked back to where his clothes were.
"For the next thirty minutes, I want you all to just stand here,
naked, and look at each other. See your faults, your friend's
faults, and come up with a plan on how you're going to improve on
yourself, and your friends."
The boys didn't do, or say, anything for about five minutes; then
one of them walked over to Chip.
"Hey man," the boy said. "I'm Derrick."
"Chip Carson."
"Yeah, we know. Isn't Hawkins a prick?" he said, sitting down.
"This is bullshit, man, making us all stand here naked."
"Doesn't bother me," he said.
"No fuck," he replied. "With a body like yours I'd be showing it
off, too."
Another boy approached him and introduced himself. "I'm Kyle," he
said. "Look man, you better watch out for Matthew Dawson over
there," he said, pointing to the boy Coach Hawkins had ostracized
earlier. He was sitting by himself in the corner of the room. "He
really is a fag."
"Carson!" Coach Hawkins yelled from within his office. "In here,
now."
"Yes, sir?" Chip said, standing in Coach Hawkins doorway, still
naked.
"What's this I hear about you having a knee injury?"
"I have a note from my doctor in my locker, sir."
"How'd you hurt your knee?"
It took him a while to come up with an appropriate excuse. Chip
wasn't allowed to lie, except under extreme circumstances.
"Congenital defect." he said.
"Oh," said the coach. "Then I guess this means you won't be
trying out for J.V. Football?"
"I don't think that would be wise." he said.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the wall, was the girls locker
room. Coach Leahy had the girls dress out and go onto the field
for calisthenics.
She was beautiful, and young; about 26 years old. Some of her
students were surprised to find out that she competed in the 1996
Olympics.
Leahy was the loner in the school, she came to work, did her job,
and went home. Aside from spending some weekends with her girls
while they were at track meets and other events: coaching them,
and cheering them on; few of her students or peers knew much
about her, except she is a lesbian.
Her teaching style was drastically different from her male
counterpart on the other side. Instead of degrading her students,
she cherished and praised their uniqueness and individuality.
While the girls were stretching and doing their exercises, Becky
noticed that another student was following Coach Leahy back to
the locker rooms.
Curious at what was going on, she waited for the two to enter the
building and started to follow.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you, dearie." a voice called out
from the crowd.
"Why?" Becky turned around, replying to the group.
"You're liable to get your rug munched," another student said.
Not sure what the girls meant, Becky turned back around and
continued to walk to the lockers. When she entered the empty
room, she heard strange noises coming from the Coach's office.
Quietly she walked to the edge of the window where she saw the
coach sitting on her desk, her shorts and panties removed. She
could make out the hair of the other student who had her head in
the coach's lap. Moans and muffled screams of pleasure came from
the coach as she gently kicked the edge of her desk with her
feet.
The girl popped her head up and Becky recognized her immediately
as Crystal McAllister, the head cheerleader. Crystal didn't say
anything as she made eye-contact with Becky and winked.
Becky turned back around and walked back out onto the field. She,
nor any of the other students, said anything about the incident
and they continued their stretching and exercises.
The period was almost over, and it was time for both sets of
students to take a shower and get ready to go home. One by one,
the girls flowed into the showers, stripped down, and washed.
Soap was dispensed from repositories on the wall, and the girls
proceeded to lather themselves up.
Leahy stood in the doorway watching the naked girls apply rich
lather to their breasts and stomach and was paying careful
attention to Becky's firm, supple breasts.
On the other side, the boys quickly showered; if you could call
30 seconds of getting wet a shower, dried off, and got dressed.
The bell soon rang, signaling the end of the day, and the boys
and girls quickly headed to the waiting buses.
Chip and Becky were walking together to the buses when they were
interrupted by Mr. Dean, the Guidance Counselor, who wanted to
discuss their transcripts and find out how their first day was.
Instructed to always be polite, and to obey the instructions and
requests of authority figures, they complied by coming to his
office.
He asked them about their past, where they went to school before,
and about their home-life.
Chip and Becky were unresponsive to most of the questions, afraid
of giving anything away. His continued efforts to press
information out of the kids proved fruitless though, and he
chocked it up to distress over their loss.
Mr. Dean was genuinely concerned how they were doing coping with
Dr. Carson's death from earlier in the year, and after thirty
minutes or so of talking with the two, he became satisfied that
they two were still having issues, and excused them to leave and
go home.
When the two walked outside, they were confused to find that all
the buses had left to take the students home leaving them with
two alternatives: Call Michael and Julie, or walk home. Neither
of the choices appealed to them, and they sat on the benches
contemplating what to do next.
Ten minutes had passed, with the android brother and sister
comparing their day with each other, when Matthew Dawson walked
out. He noticed the two sitting on the bench and walked over.
"Miss your bus?" he said, approaching.
"Yes," Becky said. "We're debating whether to call somebody to
pick us up, or walk home."
"Well, I could give you a ride," he said, sitting down next to
Becky. "By the way, my name's Matthew..."
"...Dawson," Chip interjected. "Coach Hawkins was talking about
you earlier."
"Yeah, Coach Hawkins. I've been trying to get out of P.E. For the
past two years but don't have much luck."
"Why do you want out of P.E.?" asked Becky.
"Because I'm gay," he said.
Chip and Becky both logged onto the Internet using their
cel-modems and accessed The Electric Library's Encyclopedia.com
to find out what "gay" meant.
"What does that have to do with anything?" she asked.
"That's what I've been trying to figure out all along!" he said,
laughing.
"Some of the greatest artists, authors, scientists, and
entertainers in America's history were, or are homosexual," said
Michael.
"Try telling that to Coach Hawkins."
"It seems Coach Hawkins is suffering from a superiority complex,"
Chip said. "I've noticed he's quite sadistic."
"Oh, that's nothing! Last year he caught me subconsciously
staring at another boy; took me outside, made me take off my
clothes, and allowed all the other kids to play dodge-ball, with
me as the target."
"That's terrible!" Becky said, putting her arm around him to
console him.
"What he did to your brother was almost as bad," he said.
"Chip? What did he do to you?"
"He made him stand in the middle of the locker room and parade
him around naked."
"Well, somebody needs to put a stop to him." she said. "That's
not right!"
Several months ago, when Michael had transferred his intrinsic
knowledge database to the two droids, they were given part of
Michael's original programming, put in by Dr. Carson. The
database provided a blueprint if you will; of ethics, morals, and
basic knowledge.
Matthew got up, frustrated and angry reliving his past
experiences with Coach Hawkins and proceeded to pace in front of
the two.
"How?!" he said. "He's the brother of the head of the School
Board. Welcome to Georgia, you two. This is the good ol' boy's
state. So, how 'bout that ride; where do you two live?"
"Near Wills Park," said Chip.
"I live near Wills Park." commented Matthew.
"On Greenmont Circle," Becky interjected.
"I live on Greenmont Walk! We're neighbors! Come on, my car is in
student parking."
Chip and Becky followed him across the way to the student parking
lot. At this time of day, there were only a handful of cars
remaining as the last remaining students were either in
detention, or had other after-school activities.
Becky rode shotgun and gave Matthew directions to their house
once they entered the subdivision. He pulled into the driveway
and they all got out.
"Would you like to come in?" asked Chip.
"Sure," Matthew said.
She gave him a tour of the house, and Chip got three Coke cans
out of the refrigerator. Chip and Becky didn't need to drink, but
the list of guest customs suggested he offer one to his guest and
it would have looked funny for the two not to drink with him.
"Cool house," Matthew said as he and Becky met up with Chip in
the kitchen. "Where's your room, Chip?"
"Downstairs in the basement," he said, handing the two remaining
cans to him and Becky.
The three walked downstairs, and Chip flipped on the light at the
foot of the stairs. Matthew immediately noticed the racks of
equipment and servers along the far wall, and the long table
adjacent to it with monitors, oscilloscopes, calibration
equipment, and other devices.
"Woah! Pretty cool!" he said enthusiastically. "You're more of a
geek than I am!"
"Actually, we all are," said Becky giggling. "Chip and myself
were practically born into computers and electronics, and Michael
and Julie, the people we live with, work in I.T., too."
"That's fucking awesome," he said. "That's what I want to go into
when I graduate, major in EE and minor in CompSci."
"What specialty?" asked Chip.
"Oh, I dunno, probably robotics or AI."
Chip and Becky didn't say anything as they just looked at each
other and grinned.
"So where do you sleep?" asked Matthew. "And what's up with this
operating table? Tell me you don't sleep on this!"
Chip chuckled and showed Matthew his room which was on the other
side of the stairs. "The table was here when we both arrived."
"That's cool, it's kinda morbid; but cool." Matthew looked around
Chip's room, with its bare walls, single bed, bookcase, and desk.
"It's spartan, but functional, I guess."
Just then, the garage door opened followed shortly by the door to
the kitchen flying open and two sets of feet.
"Chip! Becky!" Michael and Julie called out.
"Down here, Michael," he replied.
"Chip? What's wrong? What's going on?" Michael said, noticing the
strange car outside when they pulled up, and running down the
stairs.
"Nothing's going on, Michael. This is Matthew Dawson from
school," he said. "We missed the bus, and Matthew gave us a ride
home."
"Matthew lives one street over," said Becky.
"Chip, you know how we feel about strangers being let into the
house," said Julie, standing behind Michael on the stairs.
"Very nice to meet you, Matthew," Michael said. "But Julie's
right, there's a lot of expensive stuff in here."
"I'm sorry, sir; it was my fault," Matthew said. "I need to get
going anyway."
They all walked back upstairs, and Matthew made it a point of
throwing away his now finished Coke can before leaving.
"Listen, if you guys ever want a ride to or from school, I'd be
more than happy to give you one," he said talking to Chip and
Becky at the door.
"Thank you very much," Becky said.
"Take care," he said as he walked out.
Michael and Julie were already sitting on the couch next to one
another, with Chip across from them when Julie called for Becky
to join them.
"It's imperative that we do not bring strangers into this house
you two." he said.
"Exactly, what if there were parts or components sitting on the
table." Julie added.
"Michael, Julie; we sensed no deceit from his body language,"
said Chip.
"You don't know this boy, Chip," said Julie.
"But we do!" Becky interrupted. "He's 16 years old, a junior at
school, homosexual, and wants to study robotics or artificial
intelligence when he goes to college."
"I accessed the school's mainframe while we were driving over
here," Chip said, "he has a 3.9 GPA, and has never had any
disciplinary problems."
"But what do his parents do?" asked Michael.
"That's in his school records, too." Chip responded. "His father
died when he was 11 years old, and his mother is a paramedic."
Surprised at the thoroughness of Chip's background check Michael
was both relieved and still agitated that he and Becky defied
their long standing order of not allowing strangers into the
house.
"If it makes you feel any better, his IQ is 180, and he scored a
1550 on his SAT's, a full one year earlier than when most of his
peers usually take the test."
"Wow, sounds like someone I need to hire," Michael stated.
"Becky, you said he was gay?"
"He told us," she said.
"That's not in his school records, but it's common-knowledge at
the school," Chip added. "Apparently, he gets ostracized for it
quite a bit, too."
"Kids can be so cruel to those who are different," Julie said. "I
dunno, Mike, maybe this kid's okay?"
Just as Michael was about to answer, the doorbell rang.
"Now what?" he exclaimed, getting up to answer it.
When he opened the door, he saw a young, tall boy standing on the
porch. "Uh, is Becky home?" the boy said.
"And you are?"
"Danny. From school."
Michael didn't say anything more to him as he turned around and
yelled, "Becky, someone's at the door for you." He walked away as
Becky came into the foyer.
"Who's at the door?" Julie asked, as Michael sat back down.
"Danny. From school." Michael repeated, impersonating the young
boy's voice and intonation exactly.
Chip and Julie couldn't help but laugh quietly.
"I guess with you two in High School now, Julie and I need to
rethink some things." he said quietly. "I'll finish out the lab
this weekend so we can lock it just in case."
Michael got up to fix dinner for Julie, and Chip started to go
downstairs. Before he closed the door, he leaned back out to talk
to Michael. "Do you mind if I call Matthew and tell him
everything's okay?" he asked.
"Yeah. Hey, why don't you invite him over for dinner?"
"Okay," he said, and closed the door behind him as he went
downstairs.
Chip logged onto the net while he layed on his bed and discovered
the instant messenger ID for Matthew by doing a search. He was
pleased to find him online and told him what the verdict was.
DroidBoy2k: Matthew?
GeorgiaGeek: Yeah, who's this?
DroidBoy2k: Chip.
GeorgiaGeek: Cool nick! 'Your dad pissed?
DroidBoy2k: He's not my dad. We just live with him and Julie
since our real dad died earlier this year.
GeorgiaGeek: Man, sorry to hear that. Hey, how'd you find my id?
DroidBoy2k: Did a search. Michael wanted me to ask you if you
wanted to join us for dinner this evening.
GeorgiaGeek: Whacha havin?
DroidBoy2k: I think it's spaghetti.
GeorgiaGeek: What time?
DroidBoy2k: An hour or so?
GeorgiaGeek: Cool. I'll be there, my mom's working 2nd shift
tonight anyway.
GeorgiaGeek has added you to his Buddy List.
Julie came back downstairs and noticed Michael was fixing way too
much food for just her. "What's with all the food?"
"I had Chip invite Matthew over for dinner."
"Oh that was nice, maybe we should see if Becky's friend Danny
would like to join us, too?"
"Might as well, at this point."
Julie walked outside to find Becky and Danny sitting on the steps
of their porch, talking.
"Excuse me, guys," Julie interrupted. "Danny, right? Would you
like to join Michael, Chip, a friend of his from school, Becky,
and I for dinner?"
"Sure!" Danny said, jumping up. "My parents are at a Thrashers'
Game at Philips Arena, I was going to order Dominos when I got
home."
Becky and Danny came in a short while later and went into the
living room to watch TV. Not long after, the doorbell rang and it
was Matthew.
"Hi, Matthew," Julie said as she let him in. "Chip's downstairs
in his room."
Matthew didn't say anything as he let himself downstairs to the
basement where Chip was. Danny recognized him, and couldn't help
but whisper to Becky, "What's that fag doing here?"
"He's our friend," Becky said.
"So, is your brother gay?" he continued to whisper.
"Are you?"
"Hell no!" he replied with emphasis. "Well, is he?"
"Do you plan on sleeping with him?"
"No."
"Then what does it matter? But to answer your question, Chip is
not homosexual anymore than I, Michael, or Julie are."
Matthew found Chip laying on his back, with his arms at his side.
His eyes open, he was apparently staring at the ceiling,
completely motionless.
"Chip?" he called out, but Chip didn't answer as he was
preoccupied chatting in IRC.
"Chip?" he called out again, walking over to him and shaking him.
This startled Chip, who immediately disconnected from the net and
sat straight up.
"Matthew!" he said surprised.
"Are you ok? You were catatonic there for a minute."
"I was, uh, meditating." he said nervously, replying with the
first excuse. "Yeah, meditating."
"Oh, cool. Wanna surf the net?"
"Uh, sure, let me boot up the computer."
The two boys walked over to the table with the monitor and
keyboard on it, and Chip flipped the breaker which started the
generator outside and powered up the servers and equipment.
About thirty seconds passed when the lights came on the boxes and
all the monitors lit up.
"Holy cow!" Matthew said as the noise level in the basement
increased ten-fold. "You have a separate generator for your
computers?"
"The equipment down here draws approximately 150 amps of power,
exceeding the power capacity of the house. There is a generator
connected to the natural gas service which provides the power for
this room only."
"What's in the racks?"
"Well, this first rack houses the Beowulf Cluster, approximately
32 HP Netserver LPr's, dual Pentium III 500 Mhz processors, each
with a gig of RAM, and the rack next to it houses the Network
Appliance File Server. They're connected together through Gig-E
ethernet."
"How much storage do you have?"
"Approximately 768 Gb."
"That's an awful lot of MP3s!" Matthew said, sitting down.
"It mainly has Michael's work on it, but we all have accounts,
and sometimes Michael leaves it up during the day so he can ssh
into it from work."
"Major geeks!" Matthew said chuckling.
The servers booted, and Chip was presented with a login screen.
He logged in as guest, where the two boys were presented with an
X session, running the K Desktop Environment.
"Cool! KDE!" Matthew said enthusiastically.
Right as Matthew was about to surf the net, Julie opened the door
and called them both to dinner.
They went upstairs where Becky and Danny were already sitting at
the dining table eating. Chip and Matthew were both presented
with plates, and Michael and Julie sat down right after them.
Matthew didn't say anything, but he noticed how ridiculously
small Chip's, Becky's, and Michael's portions were. In fact, it
appeared their portions were half of what a normal portion should
be.
Julie, Danny, and Matthew had a cola to drink, while Becky, Chip,
and Michael drank water. What the two boys from their school
didn't realize was that Michael had added a special enzyme to the
water (basically very dilluted Drano) to help dissolve the food
they were ingesting to make cleanup, which they all would have to
go through, much easier later.
The three androids ate their food slowly, to keep up with the
others at the table, and the conversation turned jovial, at best.
Chip and Becky discussed their classes and teachers with Michael
and Julie, with Matthew and Danny adding additional information
as it warranted.
Danny and Matthew sat across from each other, and hardly spoke to
each other.
When it came time in the conversation for the droid teenagers to
discuss P.E., Chip skirted the issue and passed the hour off as
non-descript.
Matthew wasn't about to let him slide, however, and felt it
appropriate that his guardians know what the coach had done to
him, and proceeded to tell everybody about the parading of him,
naked, in front of all the other kids.
Michael was becoming agitated at hearing of this, and was
disappointed Chip hadn't told him sooner, but as he was about to
offer some words of encouragement, Danny couldn't hold back any
longer and let it rip what he heard happened to Matthew.
"I hear you were outed for like the millionth time during that
same class, Dawson. Guess the coach doesn't like fags."
"Enough!" Michael exclaimed, slamming his fist onto the table.
"If you want to be accepted in this house, Danny, then you accept
everyone, like we do."
"That's so sad," Julie added. "Something must be done about this
guy, toying with young boy's minds and emotions like that."
"It's no big deal, Ms. Collins," he replied. "Besides, his
brother is the head of the school board, I don't know if there's
anything anybody can do."
"Oh, I've got a few tricks up my sleeve," Michael said aloud,
debating whether to hack into Equifax and ruin the guy's credit,
or pummel the guy to death.
"Mike, it's ok, I have a plan," Chip interrupted.
"You do?" Julie, Michael, Becky, and Matthew said in unison.
"Nothing that's going to get you in trouble, I hope." Julie said.
"Not at all."
The rest of the dinner went well. Danny realized that he wasn't
all that different from Matthew. They both liked to play Quake,
surf the net, basketball, and look at dirty pictures. (That
aspect of the conversation was revealed when Michael and Julie
both were out of the room.)
In fact, other than Danny's initial outburst, Matthew's sexuality
didn't come up again that evening.
The boys left soon after dinner, and Julie began cleaning up the
table and kitchen.
Michael, on the other hand, was just beginning his cleanup
process.
The three droids had already disabled their liquid matter
separator, Becky and Chip having done so earlier in the day when
they drank their Coke, and all followed each other into the
bathroom.
Becky was the first to go, by taking her pants off and sitting on
the toilet. Michael got a long hose and attached it to the sink's
faucet, tilted Becky's head back, and inserted the hose down her
throat.
She activated her internal garbage disposal which ground and
forced the food stuffs out her anus and into the toilet. Michael
turned on the hose, forcing water into the reservoir, flushing it
at the same time.
When nothing but clear water was coming out, he turned off the
house as Becky flushed the last remaining fluids out of body,
wiped herself, flushed the toilet, and got dressed.
Michael repeated the process with Chip. When he finished, Chip
wiped himself, and flushed the toilet.
Michael was last to sit on the toilet, as Chip assisted him by
guiding the hose down his throat. Michael had to expel a little
bit more matter since he had a power lunch with a vendor earlier
in the day.
Completely flushed, and cleaned, the three androids exited the
bathroom together and went back to their routine.
Julie busted out laughing when she saw the three nonchalantly
exit the bathroom. "You know, if anyone didn't know what was
going on and happen to see you three leave the bathroom together,
they'd think something terribly fucked up was going on." she
said.
"Yeah, yeah, but would you rather sleep next to a walking
trashcan?"
"Hell no!" she replied, still laughing.
That evening, things quietly returned to normal at the Collins'
household. After a romantic interlude before bedtime, Julie
drifted off to sleep and the three droids spent the remainder of
the evening downstairs in the lab.
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