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Subject: {ASSM} the Michael Collins' Anthology { See Chapter Guide for Codes } [9/21]
Date: Mon,  9 Apr 2001 02:10:02 -0400
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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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Michael's Call with God

   Forty minutes had passed, and he 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?"

   "Yes."

   "I've been expecting your call." he went on.

   "I have a lot of questions," I said.

   "I bet you do."

   They talked for the next four hours. Michael explained to him the
   events leading up to my call. His 'failure' on Y2K, his job, his
   life. Julie.

   He seemed like a genuinely nice guy. He explained what Michael
   was originally designed for, his capabilities (some of which he
   had already figured out).

   He asked where Michael was, what he was doing. Michael was
   purposely vague in his answers, but did tell him he was in
   Atlanta. He regretted saying that immediately after he had said
   it; not knowing if he could fully trust him or not.

   Michael told him about the drug test, which he got a big laugh
   out of hearing. Told him about Arnie, and what he had him do for
   him. Told him about the Synthetic Semen. Dr. Carson found that
   amusing, too.

   It turned out Dr. Carson had about just as many questions for
   Michael, as he did for him.

   He sounded genuinely surprised that Michael had done so well with
   his life.

   "You've exceeded far past my highest expectations of you," he
   told him.

   He also told him he had some upgrades for him, that he had hoped
   to give him if he ever saw him again.

   "Would you like to come to Atlanta," Michael asked.

   "I would," he said. "Very much so."

   Turns out, Dr. Carson was now working for the Oak Ridge National
   Laboratory outside Knoxville, Tennessee.

   "I can be there in four hours," he said.

   Michael gave him directions to his house, which took Dr. Carson
   south on I-75 until he reached I-285. Dr. Carson was to head East
   on I-285 until he reached Georgia State Road 400, where he was to
   exit northbound.

   When finished with the directions, Michael hung up the phone, and
   went upstairs.

   Julie had gotten home sometime ago and was upstairs laying on
   their bed taking a nap.

   He went into the closet to get a blanket to lay on top of her
   when the sound of him opening the closet door woke her.

   "Hey," she said.

   He set the still folded blanket down on the bed as he sat next to
   her, placing his hand on her arm.

   "How was your day?" he asked.

   "It sucked. The new guy is an asshole!"

   Michael 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," he said.

   "Wow," she exclaimed. "Cool!"

   "Yeah, he's coming here in a few hours," he 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," he 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 he.

   Michael got up and went downstairs to fix dinner for her.
   Sometime later, Julie came down.

   "Whacha fixing?" she asked him.

   "Chicken."

   He finished making dinner for her and brought it into the den
   where Julie had retreated to read a book.

   Michael 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,"
   he told her. "He seemed proud that I was successful. Kinda
   surprised in a way."

   A little while later, the door-bell rang. Julie and he paused,
   and looked at each other.

   "Would you answer it," he asked her.

   She smiled, got up, and went to the front door. Michael 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."

   Michael stepped out from behind the wall, behind Julie.

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