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Subject: {ASSM} RP: the Michael Collins Anthology (ASFR, ScFi, act, rom, adv) [12/26]
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12. Cousins

     Michael discovers for the first time that he's not alone in this
     Universe. Unbeknownst to him, Dr. Carson had been working on two
     additional androids, designed to look, act, and be teenagers.

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``Hey,'' he said, greeting them. ``So what's the emergency?''

Michael sat down next to Julie at the dining room table.

``The man you know as Dr. Carson ceased to function at 5:44am this
morning,'' the boy said.

``We were instructed before-hand to come to this address,'' the girl said.

He 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.

Michael brought his console to the foreground and accessed the file as she
suggested. It was a letter to him 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,'' he said outloud, a moment after pulling up the file and reading it.

``Who are they?'' Julie asked him, grabbing his hand underneath the table.

``Looks like they're Dr. Carson's... children,'' he said.

``So they're your brother and sister?''

``Actually, no,'' he told her. ``Dr. Carson was pretty specific - we're not
related.''

Michael just sat there for a moment, contemplating this latest turn of
events in his life.

``You,'' Michael said; pointing to the boy. ``What's your name, again?''

Stoically the android replied, ``Chip, Sir. Chip Carson.``

``And you?'' Michael said, looking at the girl.

``Becky Carson, Sir.''

``Well Chip and Becky; I guess we should examine you,'' he said, getting up
out of his chair. ``Why don't we all go downstairs.''

Michael 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. Julie escorted them to their work
area and asked them to stand in front of the table.

For a moment, Michael 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 him after powering
up her PC.

``What do you think?'' she asked quietly.

``Beats the shit out of me!'' he 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.'' he said.

Taking a deep breath, Michael 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 for him, and hopped up on the
table.

``Oh, Jesus!'' Julie exclaimed, as her eyes fell on Chip's extraordinary
hung member. ``He's as big as you!''

Chip laid back on the table with his arms resting at his sides. Michael
leaned over to look into his eyes, adjusting his own eyes for maximum focus
and magnification.

Looking closely, he could see the charged-coupled-device which converted the
visible light into electronic impulses which Chip's circuitry interpreted.

Next, he picked up his arm and ran his fingers down it. Michael noticed what
felt like muscles underneath his skin.

``Squeeze my hand as hard as you can,'' he asked him as he took Chip's right
hand in his forming a shake. As Chip shook his hand, Michael placed his left
hand around Chip's biceps as he squeezed.

``Stop!'' Michael exclaimed out loud after a second as warning messages
flashed and diagnostic screens appeared in front of him.

``What's wrong?'' Julie said coming over.

``Chip, you were exceeding 500 pounds per square inch with that squeeze!''
Michael said to both of them. ``He was breaking my hand.''

As Michael stepped back to temporarily care for his almost crushed hand,
Julie picked up Chip's leg and pushed it up back into his hip examining the
range of motion.

``Are you going to be okay?'' she asked, noticing him flexing all of the
joints in his right hand and wrist.

``I think so.'' he 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. Chip hopped off the table as Becky
approached, yielding his place for her.

Julie and Michael immediately noticed how well developed both Becky and Chip
were. They both had pubic hair, although aside from their head they were
hairless everywhere else.

``Julie was right,'' Michael thought to himself as he kneeled down to
examine Chip a little more. He was about as endowed as he 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 almost two perfect
specimens; if not crafted to attract both sexes sexually, equally.

Michael stood up in front of Chip, and depressed his fingers against Chip's
ribcage to try to open his chest panel.

``I do not have that feature,'' he told him as Michael removed his fingers.
``What would you like to examine?''

``Uh,'' Michael said, somewhat embarrassed. ``Where's your dataport?''

Chip 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!'' Michael said out loud.

Chip turned around so his backside was facing him. Michael pulled Julie's
chair over and motioned for him to sit down. When Chip was seated, Michael
had a better vantage point peering inside.

There was a sloped aluminum frame on Chip's head 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?'' he asked him.

``Remote keyboard, and video.''

Michael picked up the same Cat-5 RJ45 cable which Julie and Dr. Carson had
used on him yesterday and attached it to the jack marked 10BT. As he did
this, he immediately saw the link-light on their hub light up.

``What's your IP Address?'' he asked him.

``172.16.0.3.''

Michael walked over to Julie's computer and set a static route from her PC
to Chip's NIC. Once he confirmed the route was set and his MAC address
appeared in the ARP table, he opened up a telnet session to 172.16.0.3.

``Login:'' appeared on the screen.

Quickly, he typed in ``root,'' and tapped the Enter-key.

``Password?'' he asked him.

``Adam,'' Chip replied.

Michael 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 Michael 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?'' Michael heard Becky ask Julie.

``Oh God,'' both Julie and he said out loud together, chuckling.

Michael continued to examine Chip's filesystems thoroughly. Essentially
Chip's was laid out similar to his, with a logical directory structure. One
of the things he 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,'' he 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 humans
between seventeen and eighteen years of maturity.'' Chip said.

Michael walked over to Becky, who was still laying on the table, and
depressed the indentations near her temples removing her skull-plate.

Getting another Cat-5 cable off our storage shelf, he inserted the plug into
Becky's 10BT jack until he felt it click.

``What's your IP Address?'' he asked her, as he plugged the other end of the
cable into the network hub.

``172.16.0.2,'' she replied.

As with Chip, Michael setup static routes in his internal kernel routing
tables and brought two terminal sessions to the foreground of his vision. It
was much easier for him to work this way, logically, rather than converting
his thoughts into physical keypresses on Julie's PC. He utilized the 11
megabit spread-spectrum RF transceiver which Dr. Carson installed inside of
him yesterday.

After logging into Becky, he noticed her filesystems were organized exactly
identical to his and Chip's; and just like Chip's the earliest memory file
was dated less than 24 hours ago.

``They are truly far more advanced than I'' he thought to himself. 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
Michael. These two were entirely unique, since they would live their entire
lives knowing they were androids.

``Michael,'' Julie said, whispering in his ear. ``We need to get them some
clothes.''

She was right, of course. That thought hadn't even crossed him yet. They
can't go around wearing nothing but jumpsuits all the time.

Julie ran upstairs as he closed out the remote sessions he had into them and
gently reattached their skullcaps. When she returned she had a tape measure
draped around her neck.

Michael went upstairs to call Scott and give him an excuse for taking a
little time off. He wasn't pleased when he told him he had a family
emergency which he needed to take care of; but Scott couldn't offer much
resistance. Michael 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 Michael as he 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[\( \frac{1}{2} \)]" cock...''

``You measured his cock?'' Michael asked her scoldingly.

``I couldn't resist,'' she said giggling. ``But, it's 8[\( \frac{1}{2} \)]"
soft! You're only 8" soft my dear.''

Armed with the stats, Julie instructed Becky and Chip to come with them as
they went to Chez Target to pick up some clothes for them.

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