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Subject: {ASSM} the Michael Collins Anthology (ASFR, ScFi, act, rom, adv) [21/26]
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21. Reunion

     Becky and Chip have both been exploring their sexuality over the
     past several days.

     While none of the androids have been programmed specifically for
     sex, they did find pleasure and comfort with being in the presence
     of other individuals, along with certain stimulus that
     companionship provided.

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Michael continued to drive around Atlanta thinking about the world around
him. Several hours into his drive, he glanced down at his dashboard and
noticed the fuel gauge in his car was almost empty, so he pulled off the
Interstate and into a convenience store to fill up.

While outside at the pump minding his own business, he heard a familiar
voice from behind him.

``Well if it isn't the venerable Michael Collins,'' the voice said. ``What
are you doing in this neighborhood?''

He immediately recognized the voice, and a wave of frustration suddenly came
over him. It was Arnie Phillips.

Michael hadn't seen much of Arnie since he transferred him out of his
department upon taking over after Scott got fired, and really didn't give
his existence much more thought. He really didn't like Arnie; he found him
to be rude, obnoxious, and irritating. The fact Arnie violated him while he
was out didn't help Michael's feelings towards him, either.

Arnie on the other hand couldn't keep his mind off Michael. Spending
six-weeks in a residential treatment center didn't do much for his opinion
of Michael, either. He was becoming increasingly more angry towards him, and
resentful.

He wanted nothing more than to tell the world that Michael was really in
fact a machine; and he tried once before. Fortunately for Michael, no one
believed Arnie and he was sentenced to be hospitalized for psychological
observation.

``Hello, Arnie,'' Michael replied, trying to at least be cordial. ``What are
you doing out here? I thought you lived in Buckhead.''

``Used to live in Buckhead,'' he said, walking up to him. ``I couldn't
afford the apartment anymore after you demoted me.''

``Well, I'm sorry about that,''

``Oh, I bet you are,'' he said, pacing. ``Do you have any idea how fucked up
you've made my life?''

``Not really,'' he said, noticing the pump stop. ``And, it looks like I'm
done here. Nice seeing you, Arnie,'' Michael said, and quickly got in his
car.

``I'm going to get you Michael Collins!'' Arnie yelled to him as he sped
off. ``Android! Fucking robot!''

If Michael had a heart it would be beating quite heavy right now. But, since
he doesn't, Michael just wondered what Arnie meant by what he said.

He made it back to his house about an hour later to find Becky and Danny
sitting together watching TV. Chip and Julie were downstairs working on the
computer, and Michael relegated himself to going up to his bedroom and read.

What Michael didn't realize was that Arnie was a little serious when he said
he was going to get Michael for ruining his life.

Back in MidTown, Arnie's run-in with Michael only provided fuel for his fire
as he worked on his special project.

Arnie was developing a pulse-gun which would render electronic devices,
including Michael, useless by scrambling the electronic circuitry.

He was coming along with his device at a steady pace, too.

His earlier experiments revealed he was able to scramble the circuitry in a
television so bad that it no longer displayed a picture. In fact, one time
he accidentally turned on the power to his device while it was aimed towards
his computer and the resulting field completely wiped his hard drive.

Arnie's only problem was finding a suitable time and place to deploy his
device against Michael so as many people would find out about him as
possible, proving that he wasn't insane.

Later on, back at the Collins' house, Matthew stopped by to visit Chip.

Julie left Chip to go back upstairs when she saw Matthew come down. ``Don't
do anything I would do,'' she told the two boys as she walked up the stairs.

She went upstairs to find Michael laying down on their bed reading a book.
``Hey,'' she said as she entered.

Michael replied but didn't take his eyes off the pages. Frustrated that she
wasn't receiving enough attention, Julie climbed onto the bed to lay next to
her lover.

``Whacha reading?''

``Great Expectations,'' he told her.

Resting her head next to him, she began to gently stroke his arm. ``Why do
you still read?'' she asked him.

``What do you mean?''

``I mean, I'm sure the book is available in electronic form now. All you'd
need to do is load the file and you'd have it.''

He set the book down on his chest and turned slightly to face her. ``But
that wouldn't be reading.''

``But it's much more efficient.''

He reached out to gently stroke her cheek. ``I ran into Arnie, today.''

``Really?''

``Yeah, he said something about that he was going to get me for making his
life hell. But, what can he do, right?''

``Yeah, right,'' she replied. She started to become uneasy hearing these
turn of events and could think of a number of things Arnie could do, if he
had the will, to get back at him.

``I'm going to go take a shower,'' he said, getting up to walk into their
bathroom. ``Care to join me?''

``I thought you'd never ask!'' she replied, jumping off the bed.

Upon entering the bathroom, Julie drew the shower as Michael stepped out of
his clothes. As she started to get undressed, herself, Michael called out
for her to stop. ``Let me do that for you,'' he said with a bright smile on
his face.

Michael walked up behind her and slowly undid the buttons to her blouse,
moving slowly, and sensuously. He could feel her erect nipples protruding
through her bra signifying her arousal.

Julie shook slightly, and let out a quiet moan, as he let his fingers graze
down the middle of her chest and stomach.

He guided her shirt off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor, as he
reached around the front of her bosom to undo her bra. Julie reached behind
her and gently grabbed the cheek of Michael ass, pulling him closer towards
her, as Michael cupped and massaged her breasts in his hands.

Michael was starting to get aroused at the touch of her warm, soft, breasts;
but he wasn't finished with her, yet. Moving his hands lower, he gently
undid the button which bound her jeans and slowly slid down her zipper. With
her loins now unrestrained, her gently stuck his hand down her panties to
feel her warmth and moisture.

Kissing her shoulder, Julie brought her arm up to wrap around his neck and
pull him down farther. She could feel his lips on her skin, and the
stiffness of his cock in her back.

Michael took two of his fingers, and inserted them deep within. When he
retracted, he purposely rubbed her clit. The pleasure of his hand providing
friction against her button was more than she could take, and she let out a
scream of joy as she buckled to her knees.

Michael smiled, as he reached down to pick her up. Julie climbed onto him,
and let him penetrate her, with her arms and legs wrapped around his neck,
and back.

With his cock deep within her, she couldn't help but slightly move up and
down trying to force him in even more. Still holding her, he walked into the
shower which was producing thick steam at this point, and let the water
drench them both.

She came again, and her screams of joy were only amplified by all the tile
in the room.

The constant pounding on his shaft was proving too much for him to bear
however, and with a violent thrust, he shot his load.

They finished their shower, dried off, and continued about their day.

Downstairs, Matthew was learning more about Chip, and his capabilities.

``So how much can you lift?'' asked Matthew, who was sitting on Chip's bed.

``Approximately 400 pounds.'' he replied. ``Would you like me to show you?''

``Sure!''

Chip walked over to Matthew and motioned for him to stand up. He complied,
and Chip grabbed hold of Matthew's jeans and easily lifted him off the
ground with one hand.

``Okay!'' Matthew exclaimed, a little scared. ``Let me down!''

The android complied, and gently set Matthew down on his bed.

``Do you have any other neat tricks?'' he asked. ``Like, can you change the
station on a television? How fast can you run? How long do you last?''

Chip let out a slight laugh as he sat down on the bed next to Matthew. ``No,
I'm afraid not,'' he replied. ``I'd have to use a remote-control to change a
station on the television, Julie once clocked Becky and I at running 75
miles-per-hour, but we destroyed the shoes; and my current power supply
should last approximately fifty years without needing to be serviced.''

Matthew didn't say anything for a moment as he tried to bring forth the
words, and confidence, to ask Chip his next question. ``Ok, so tell me
this,'' he started to say. ``Why are you gay? After all, you're a machine.''

``I'm not gay,'' he replied.

``You coulda fooled me.''

``No, certain stimuli is, I suppose, what you would call pleasurable. The
pleasure is not constrained by sex or gender.''

``Huh?''

He tried to explain to the boy that he found sexual contact pleasurable;
whether it was with a man or a woman.

``Ok,'' Matthew started to say. ``Here's one for 'ya: Why do you have a
dick?''

Chip didn't quite know how to respond to that question.

``I suppose since I was made to be of the male gender, it's only natural I
appear completely as a man.''

``What language are you programmed in?''

``I'm not sure it has a name,'' Chip answered honestly.

``Can I see some of it?''

He nodded, and the two boys walked over to the computer across the room.

Upstairs, Danny and Becky were still watching their movie when Julie and
Michael came downstairs.

``We'll be back in a little while,'' she told the kids. ``Mike and I are
going to run a few errands.''

Michael walked downstairs to the basement to say goodbye to Chip, and found
the two boys sitting at computer consoles looking at source code.

``Hey,'' Michael said. His voice startled both teens, and Matthew let out a
slight scream as he jumped in his seat. Chip and Michael couldn't help but
laugh as Matthew attempted to regain his composure.

``Hey Mike,'' Chip returned the greeting.

``Julie and I are going to Home Depot for a while,'' he said, not noticing
what the two boys were looking at.

``Ok.''

Michael walked back upstairs as Chip pulled up one of the files. It was
source code for blinking his left eye:


# self.eye.lid.left.blink.proc
# version 2.1 - 4/3/1998 - jac
create-function self.eye.lid.left.blink:
use self.vars.eye.lid.blinkrate;
use self.vars.eye.lid.blinkrate.sleep;
br = self.vars.eye.lid.blinkrate;
sr = self.vars.eye.lid.blinkrate.sleep;
me = self.eye.lid.left;
read me(pos):
while me(pos) ne 0; do
set me(pos) == 0;
done;
sleep (sr*1000);
set me(pos) == 255;
if (read me(pos) ne 255); do
set self.warning.eye.lid.left.blink.down.pos == 1;
done;
sleep (br*1000);
set me(pos) == 0;
if (read me(pos) ne 0); do
set self.warnings.eye.lid.left.blink.up.pos == 1;
done;
exit;

``All that, just to blink?'' Matthew asserted.

``That's only for my left eyelid. The code is duplicated for my right eye.''

``I've got a lot to learn,'' Matthew sighed. ``Can you override the
blinking?''

``Consciously, yes. But only for about three minutes then the procedure
automatically kicks in. It runs automatically and I really can't control it
without recompiling the procedure.''

Chip allowed Matthew to examine more of his source code which was stored on
Michael's servers and the two boys spent the next several hours going over
some of Chip's most intimate secrets.

``You've shown me how you raise your arm, and even how you blink, but
where's the code that provides your intelligence?'' Matthew asked.

``My intelligence, and my personality aren't programs, Matthew. My memories,
and knowledge help make up my personality and there's no code which can
duplicate that.''

Julie and Michael returned from Home Depot a little later with a car full of
fixtures and paint.

``What's with all the stuff?'' Becky asked.

``I'm in a painting mood,'' said Julie. ``I was thinking about repainting
the living room something other than white.''

``What color were you thinking of, Ms. Collins?''

``Peach!'' she replied.

``I tried to tell her peach isn't a color, it's a fruit,'' Michael said, as
everyone laughed.

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