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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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The Aftermath
"Not quite," said Julie. "Here, get dressed, let's all go into
Chip's room."
Becky followed Chip upstairs to her room, which was down the hall
from Michael and Julie's, got dressed, and joined everyone
downstairs in the basement.
"Michael is an android," she told the boys. "And so are Chip and
Becky," she continued, seeing the two walk back into the room.
"No way!" Matthew cried out. "Did you build them?"
"I can't go into details on that," she said, putting on the robe
that Chip brought her. "And none of you can tell this to anyone!
There's only three other people alive that know about Michael,
and you're two of them."
"What about Becky?" Danny said, putting on his clothes.
"You're the only other two that know about both of them."
Chip finished getting dressed, and joined Becky and Julie at
their side.
"So, Chip; is it true? Are you really an android?" asked Matthew.
"Yes," he said; putting his hands up to his scalp and depressing
his temples, releasing his skull cap. Chip turned around so the
two boys could see the display, buttons, and switches inside
Chip's head.
"Put that back on, Chip," Julie instructed.
"So what's wrong with him?" Matthew asked.
"And what happened to us this afternoon?"
"I don't know, and I don't know, but I'm going to find out." said
Julie.
"Can I use your phone?" asked Danny.
"Why?"
"To tell my mom where I'm at, she's probably worried about me."
"Sure, of course; but you can't tell her anything. It's in the
kitchen."
"I won't, I promise. Hell, I had too good of a time, at least I
think I did."
"I'd like to stay and help if I can," asked Matthew.
"I don't think that would be right," Julie said, beginning to
pace around the room.
"My mom's at work anyway, and won't be home until after
midnight."
Hesitating, she reluctantly agreed.
The three walked to the other side of the basement where Michael
lay lifeless. "Chip, Becky, in Michael's home directory on the
fileserver are all of his schematics. Take a look at them, and
become familiar with them."
The agreed, and began accessing the fileserver through their
wireless ethernet transceivers.
"What happened?" she whispered, running her fingers on his face.
Matthew peered into Michael's chest and was amazed at the mass of
wires and tubes.
Chip and Becky, having finished reviewing the schematics, got the
tools which were sitting on the workbench, and began
disassembling him.
"What are you doing?" Julie asked.
"We need to disassemble him to find where the problem is," said
Becky.
Like machines on an assembly line, the maneuvered quickly on both
sides of him as the removed limb after limb. Forty-five minutes
later, all of Michael's components were arranged neatly, and in
order on both the table where Michael originally lay, and the
worktables behind them.
Matthew couldn't help but pick up some of the components and
examine them. "Look how small these hard drives are, wow!" he
said, picking up Michael's array. "How much storage is this?"
"1.9 Tb" Chip stated factually.
"How much storage do you have, Chip?"
"Becky and I both have approximately 8 Tb of storage."
"How come he has so little compared to you?"
"His technology is 4 years older than ours." Becky responded.
Chip and Becky had decided to work systematically with their
repairs, starting with his limbs and motor control circuitry,
working their way up to his logic and reasoning circuits.
Several hours had passed, as the two droids continued their work.
Matthew and Danny had to leave to go home and get some sleep.
Julie had picked up Michael's head and cradled it in her arms.
She ran her fingers through his hair, and looked into the
lifeless eyes, which were still opened.
"What happened, baby?" she asked rhetorically.
"He can't hear you," Chip replied, noticing her talking to the
decapitated head from Michael's, now disassembled, body.
"I know that!" she cried out.
She picked up his left arm, which had the skin removed, revealing
a shiny, metallic, substructure underneath. She gently pulled on
some cables and actuators which caused his hand and fingers to
flex. "I've never seen him completely disassembled before," she
told the two droids.
Even Michael's genitals were disassembled. The synthetic sheath,
removed from the ribbed carriage which housed the wires and
tubes.
"What's this?" she asked, to no one in particular, as she picked
up the plastic container marked, "Seminal Reservoir."
"My God, this is his cum," she said, dipping her finger into the
container and tasting it. "God, it's only half-full, this must be
why he doesn't come for me much anymore."
"He has 4 liters remaining," Chip said, while continuing to work
on the components.
"How do you know?"
"It's in his files. SynChem - Synthetic Semen - Part No.
9002-3927."
"SynChem? That must explain why he spent a lot of time with
Tracy. Does she know?"
"I don't think so," he said.
Julie collapsed from pure exhaustion and rested her head on the
table.
The next morning, she called everyone in sick; from both school
and work, and made up an excuse that her mother had died so
everyone had to leave to go out of town for the preparations and
funeral.
Chip and Becky didn't stop throughout the night, and made
concerted efforts to clean and test each and every component.
"How's it going? Anything I can do to help?" Julie asked. Having
the two droids here definitely made things easier on her. The
last time Michael malfunctioned, on New Years Day that year, it
was just she and Arnie. They both had to figure out Michael's
systems on their own. But, by contacting Dr. Carson, he was
gracious enough to give Michael every file he had on him,
including the full source code and part numbers to his
programming and systems.
Aside from some few specialized circuits, and the custom memory,
CPUs, drive arrays, bus planes, and others; most of Michael's
components were available off the shelf or could be easily
fabricated.
That afternoon, Chip and Becky were just about finished with
Michael's left leg and foot. Matthew and Danny both stopped by
after school to see how everyone was doing.
"Hey there," the two boys said as the entered the basement.
"How's it going?" asked Danny.
"They've been working non-stop," said Julie.
"Cool, check it out," he said, picking up Michael's leg. "It's
heavy!"
"It's so real," commented Matthew. "Down to the hairs."
"Don't they need a break?" asked Danny, noticing they were still
wearing the same clothes from yesterday.
"We do not require rest or relaxation," said Becky, as she and
Chip continued to work on Michael's other leg.
Work went much quicker on the other leg since the androids knew
what to expect by reassembling it.
"What's this?" asked Danny, picking up a long array of thick
tubes, containers, and a motor.
"That's his waste processor," said Julie.
"Gross!"
"Not really," she said, pointing out the different parts. "See,
this tube connects up his throat to the back of his mouth to
accept food and water."
She went on to explain how Michael (and Chip and Becky for that
matter) essentially chew the food they intake, mashing it up so
it doesn't get stuck going down their esophagus, where it sits in
this metal container just under Michael's chest, and behind his
control panel. When it comes time to expel the food, a device,
not unlike a garbage disposal in one's sink; activates pulling
the food down and forcing it out the other tube which goes down
to his anus.
"How does he piss?" asked Danny.
"He doesn't, at least he doesn't have to." she said. "That other
small tube coming out the bottom leads to a fluid reservoir,
which is that other container next to the cylinder. Another pump
is attached to that which feeds the fluid to a Y-Connector
leading to the tube which is inside his penis."
"That explains why they didn't eat a lot the other night," said
Matthew. "But they were drinking! Why did they need water?"
"Just like with you and I, the water helped the food go down.
What you also didn't realize was that Michael dissolved some
enzyme tablets in the water to help break down the food even more
once it was sitting in their stomachs."
"So what happened to all that food?" Danny asked.
"It all got flushed down the toilet right after you left."
"That's still gross," said Matthew.
Matthew and Danny left, leaving Julie just sitting and watching
Chip and Becky work.
Late that evening, she fell asleep again beside Michael's
partially assembled body.
When she awoke, she found both his arms, and legs reassembled.
Chip was finishing attaching Michael's legs to his lower torso.
"We found a problem in his left hand," he told her.
"Yeah, he was complaining about that the other night."
"A dead spider was found lodged near the proximity sensor in his
wrist."
She shuddered at hearing this revelation. "Oooh, gross!"
"We removed the spider, and electrically the sensor is working
again."
To think that Michael actually had a bug living inside him made
her almost freak out. "He didn't know?" she asked.
"We don't have any sensors, other than environment, inside us.
The only thing we know is when we're overheating, or a component
is malfunctioning." said Chip.
"So you could have a mouse crawling inside you right now and you
wouldn't know it?"
"Unless it damaged something."
"I'm going to be sick," she said, and walked out of the room.
She went upstairs to fix something to drink when she realized
they had no groceries in the house, and left to go to Kroger.
When she returned about an hour later, she was surprised to find
Michael's spine, and various other inner components reattached.
"You're almost done," she said.
"Yes, but we've discovered the source of his other malfunctions."
said Becky. "His entire voltage regulators, as well as DC to AC
converter are inoperable."
"Apparently, they were failing, but the strenuous activity at the
end caused the components to overheat and subsequently fail."
"Can it be repaired?"
"We don't have the necessary tools, equipment, or knowledge to do
so."
"How's the circuit boards, are any of the traces damaged?" she
asked.
"No, just the components."
Julie was relieved in a way. She felt that finally she'd be able
to do something to help him. Her knowledge of electronics and
electrical systems would prove invaluable.
She sat down between the two droids with the circuit boards in
front of her, and with her multimeter and logic probe, began
examining each component.
Measuring the capacitance and resistance values of the various
pieces, she made note of the ones which were burnt out, and
carefully unsoldered them from place.
Several hours later, she amassed a list of hundreds of diodes and
resistors were burnt were otherwise not functioning.
Matthew had stopped by after eating dinner and remarked how well
and quickly Michael was being put back together.
"He looks almost done," he said.
Julie, noticing Matthew standing at the foot of the table looking
up at Michael's groin, placed a towel over his privates to cover
them up. He didn't say anything, but caught the message she was
silently giving and stepped away.
"Why don't we all go upstairs and take a break, there's not much
more we can do tonight."
"So what's wrong?" asked Matthew.
"His entire power control center is malfunctioning." she said,
walking behind him up the stairs. "I'll go to Radio Shack
tomorrow morning and get the parts."
Sitting down on the couch, Matthew couldn't help but wonder just
what powers the three androids. "So, what powers them?" he asked
Julie.
"They have a miniature nuclear reactor which drives a DC
generator."
"Isn't that dangerous?"
"Probably, but the person who designed them knew what he was
doing."
"We all have a self-contained nuclear power plant located in our
lower back," said Becky.
They spent the evening watching television. Matthew left several
hours later to go home, which left Julie alone with the two
droids.
"Have you figured out what happened the other day? Why everyone
was so... sexual?" she asked the two of them.
"No, we haven't had a chance to do any research into that." said
Becky.
"Well, Becky; the events started when you asked me to execute
extreme.bin." said Chip.
Confused, since Becky didn't remember this, she questioned Chip's
remark. "I did?"
"Yes, you did."
"What's extreme.bin?" Julie asked.
"I don't know," said Becky. "Do you Chip?"
"Doing a find for it now, one moment. It's located in
/usr/local/libido on my filesystem. Becky, what about you?"
"I have a copy in /usr/local/libido, too."
"Don't execute it! Chip, would you copy yours to your home
directory on fileserve1? I want to take a look at it, and I'm
sure so will Mike."
Julie went downstairs and brought Michael's detached head
upstairs with her to bed.
"You're going to be good as new tomorrow," she said, sitting on
the bed, holding his head like it was a basketball.
She knew he couldn't hear him, and she was probably going a
little crazy for anthropomorphizing his lifeless head, but
machine or not; he was her lover, confident, and friend.
She was a curious little wench. When she was a child, she always
took apart televisions, toasters, microwaves, and record players,
to see how they worked. Her curiosity was getting the best of her
with regards to her lover, too, and she couldn't quite contain
herself knowing that she would probably not have an opportunity
to examine him ... his head ... for a very long time.
She noticed that the skin around the base of his head, was
pliable. Gently she pulled on it, amazed at how much it began to
stretch, and gently pulled it off his scalp.
It was one piece, with openings for Michael's eyes, and mouth.
She briefly turned it inside out and could see where each hair on
his head was sewn into place, protected by a thick fabric to keep
the hairs from falling out. His ears were solid, with a thin
insert which protruded into two holes in his head. His nose as
solid, too, and had a ridge in the back which it was inserted in.
She could see the redness of the artificial gum lines at the top
and bottom of his jaw. Inserted within this were thirty-two
perfect white teeth.
His lower jaw fell freely opened, and she could see the redness
of his artifical tongue and palate. Inside, his mouth was
completely dry. She gently pinched his tongue with two fingers
and noticed that is squished.
She found eight small screws which held the top of his skull in
place, and quickly got her smallest screwdriver out from her
briefcase by her door.
A plate on the back of his head read, "DARPA MODEL 1 PROTOTYPE
COMBAT ANDROID / SERIAL NO. 00-000-01 / DEFENSE RESEARCH
LABORATORY / BERKELEY CALIFORNIA".
She carefully removed the eight screws; two on his forehead, four
above each temple, and another two in the back, and set the
screws down inside his skull. There was a Grateful Dead skull
sticker stuck to the inside of his skull, which Julie assumed was
left there as a joke from one of his technicians.
There were two circuit boards which came up laterally inside his
skull, flanking three gyroscopes arranged in a triangle in the
dead center. Wires came out of both circuit boards which fed into
the back of his eyes. A microphone was attached to both circuit
board which a plastic cylinder led to the openings in the sides
of his head.
Another circuit board was in the back of Michael's head with
several hundred very thin wires coming out of. These wires led to
servos and motors located near the sides of his head which
obviously controlled his mouth.
She looked at his face, with the top of his skull now removed,
and could see no holes for nostrils. Apparently Michael couldn't
smell, or if he did, not through his nose.
Two long, and flexible, actuator arms were above each of his eyes
which apparently moved his eyebrows. Two thin ribs covered both
of his eyes, and were movable, which apparently moved his
eyebrows.
Starting to freak out at the morbidness of what she was doing,
she quickly put his skull back on, but not before peeling the
sticker off from inside him. She also couldn't resist getting a
Sharpie out of her briefcase and signing, "I'll always love you -
Julie" on the top of his skull, before putting the eight screws
back in.
She turned his scalp inside-out and reattached his nose, and
gently spread the latex back over his head. Careful not to
stretch or rip the latex too much, she gently guided his eyebrow
and eyelid actuators back into their respective positions in the
skin, and guided the material over his jaw. The took the rest of
his scalp and spread it back over his skull.
It took some maneuvering on her part to get his ears lined up and
actually inserted into their respective holes but after a few
moments his head looked just as he did before she disassembled
it.
The next morning, she was at Radio Shack, parts list in hand.
Diodes, capacitors, resistors, thermocouples, varistors, and
rectifiers; she just about bought out the store before coming
home with five large bags full of components.
It took her about four hours to finish soldering the components
in place when it came time for testing them.
"Chip," she interrupted, who was busy reattaching Michael's head
to his body. "Power up the transformer and set it for 48vdc for
me, please."
He complied, setting the transformer to match the voltage and
current which came from their internal generators.
Julie attached the alligator clips to the terminals and began
measuring voltages.
"Good, I'm seeing clean voltages on all the buses." she said.
"Except the 117 line, what's that used for, anyway?"
"It's a 250w circuit for emergency power," said Chip.
"So it's not used by you guys?"
"No, Michael doesn't have it, but Becky and I have an R-15 outlet
located at the front of our voltage regulators which we could
conceivably use to power a light bulb in the event of a power
outage."
"Good!" she said. "I'm disconnecting it. It's wasting energy,
anyway."
Removing the clips, she cut the trace on the circuit board which
fed positive dc current into his DC to AC converter.
"We may want to do the same thing with you and Becky," she said.
Julie handed Chip the power regulator which he inserted into
Michael's chest and reattached all the wires.
Chip next took a small philips screwdriver and slowly turned the
screw which raised the miniature lead rods and started the
nuclear chain reaction. A minute later, the water contained
within Michael's self-contained nuclear reactor reached boiling,
and the turbine started to spin. A red light came on signaling
that the power was still to low, followed by amber, and then
green.
Chip flipped Michael's power switch, and servos, pumps, and other
motors began to spin up. Julie and he could both hear his hard
drives spinning up, reaching their maximum of 20,000 RP/Ms.
About 20 minutes later, Michael's eyes blinked twice and he sat
straight up on the table.
"What happened?" he asked nonchalantly.
"You don't know?" asked Julie.
"No, my short term memory's been wiped out."
Julie and Michael spent the evening going over the past week, and
the immediately preceding four days of his disconnection. She had
a new respect and understanding of her male lover. She realized
that while he may be a machine, and initially created for combat,
he was just as frail as she was.
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