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Subject: {ASSM} "Repair Station: A Zansasi Highway Adventure" {DB_Story} (M/Fembot, rom, ScFi, asfr)
Date: Sun, 23 Mar 2003 05:10:04 -0500
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REPAIR STATION: A ZANSASI HIGHWAY ADVENTURE
By DB  ( DB_Story@att.net / http://home.att.net/files/Authors/db_story/www/ )
Copyrightc 2003 by DB.
ASSM/ASFR (M/Fembot, rom, ScFi, asfr)

(This story contains Constitutionally protected material intended 
for adults over 18 years of age in the United States of America, 
and whatever passes for adult status in other countries.  If you 
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such material in your area, or easily offended, please do not 
continue.  This is not for you.

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- - -

Author's Note: Zansasi Highway stories are linked together 
through their location on the highway.  For the complete 
introduction to the Zansasi and their Highway, I recommend 
reading Rescuing Silver: Based on the Silver Metal Lover.

- - -

Chapter 0 -- In the Beginning

When the Zansasi arrived on Earth, it wasn't an invasion from 
giant interstellar space ships.  Nothing so noisy.  Instead, they 
seemed to just walk out of thin air and quietly announce, "We're 
here."

For some people, that alone seemed the answer to all their 
problems.  This included Mike.

- - -

Chapter 1 -- The Rest of the Story

Mike loved tall, beautiful, aspiring model/actress Jessica, with 
that obsession that only comes once in your life if you are 
unfortunate enough to fall in love young.

Jessica -- liked -- Mike, as a dear friend.  In the following 
twenty years these two, incompatible loves never changed.

These two decades had been hard on Jessica.  Acting is tough, and 
at when you work in the low budget, independent area you do your 
own stunts.  Bad knees, a tweaked back, and a string of ex-lovers 
all took their toll.  Then the Zansasi Highway arrived, and Mike 
saw a solution for both of them.

The Zansasi Highway is fantastic beyond imagination.  It doesn't 
send you to another planet.  It sents you to another "place".  
And in the process it, where necessary, makes a 1-to-1 
translation from your position as dominant species (if you are 
the dominant species, that is) here to the equivalent species 
there.  This allows for travel everywhere the Highway exists, 
which seems to cover a lot of the multiverses.

Mike's moment came almost before he was prepared.  Jessica was 
again complaining about the battering her body had taken along 
the way/

Mike seized the moment.

"I can fix that for you, if you want.  Every bit of it.  Better 
then new."

Jessica gazed at Mike suspiciously.  She knew Mike really loved 
her, and she knew this love was never going to be allowed to 
happen.  She knew Mike would never give up on her, and actually 
rather liked that.  At least there would always be one person to 
make her feel special.

Yet Mike was also by far the most amazing resourceful person 
she'd ever met.  Compared to everyone else she knew, he somehow 
had answers where other people couldn't even form the questions. 
 And he cared about her favor.  When he was this certain about 
something, there was certainly a good likelihood that he was on 
to something.

"How?"

"Trust me.  I'll call you when we're ready," dashing out before 
she could change her mind.

Jessica had not paid any major attention to the recently 
announced Zansasi arrival, or what it meant.  That was all just 
too complicated for her to worry about.  And even if she had paid 
closer attention to it, she probably still would not have figured 
out its real significance.

- - -

It was only a couple of days later that she got a call from Mike.

"I'll be there in ten minutes.  We've got to do it now, or we 
lose our chance."

She tried to get out her question, "Really?" but Mike had hung 
up.  Less then ten minutes later he was pounding on her door.  
Before she could even question what was happening, Mike grabbed 
her and scooped up the universal remote she uses to control all 
her audio gadgets, and had them racing off in his car.

He was following the strangest roadmap she'd ever seen as he 
dashed them to the airport and caught a last second flight that 
landed them a couple hours later.

Every time she tried to ask him what was happening all he would 
say is, "We can't be late.  Plenty of time to explain afterwards. 
 Trust me, this will work."

For the possibility of repairing her overly beat-upon body, 
Jessica would give Mike just a little more leeway, but her 
tolerance was rapidly running out.

He had arranged to have a rental car waiting with the door open 
and engine running at their destination, a small airfield 
seemingly out in the middle of nowhere.

He had her read him some glowing green digits that were counting 
down on what he called their "Map," while he flew down a dirt 
road.  This didn't make any sense to Jessica, except that at 
least it wasn't boring.

Finally he screeched to a halt in a cloud of dust near some other 
parked cars.  Jumping out he ran around the car, yanked her door 
open, and dragged her across the desert as the Map counted down 
to zero.

Just as it reached that number he pulled her through some 
invisible curtain that made her hair snap and skin tingle.

Hoping for an explication now, Jessica was disappointed as Mike 
dragged her down a strangely level area, following arrows in that 
now appeared on that strange map.  Another skin-tingling, hair-
snapping moment happened a few hundred yards down the way, and 
then they were somewhere else.

The desert had turned instantly into prairie, and the sky to 
lavander.  That was too much of a shock for Jessica, who started 
telling herself that she was either insane, or dreaming.  Mike 
would just say had to hurry.  So as if sleepwalking, Jessica 
followed him without further resistance.  The even stranger 
strangeness of each new place, and some of the incredible beings 
that shared the Highway with them, drifted through her mind 
without affecting her anymore.  Soon she was sure she would wake 
up in her own bed and everything would just be okay.

Finally Mike reached his destination.  Stepping off the Highway, 
Mike looked over at Jessica, now standing silently next to him -- 
a beautiful, mechanical woman, eyes closed, waiting.

Here was a place where the men built their female companions 
because there were no women.  Mike looked around for a moment, 
then pulled out Jessica's universal remote, which had morphed a 
bit itself in this new setting.

Pointing it at her, he punched in her social security number and 
her beautiful eyes opened.

"Yes, Master?" came her lovely voice.

For the first time in two days Mike paused for a moment.  He took
a moment to add something new to his plan.

"Take off your clothes," he told her.

Jessica immediately disrobed, and then stood there awaiting further
instructions.

Mike walked around the lovely fembot twice just looking at her
sexy body.  Then timidly at first, and boldly after she didn't respond
badly to it, he ran his hands over her body.  She was so very sexy.

Then Mike remembered his reason for coming here.

"Follow me," hecommanded.

Here, wife repair is as common as car repair back home.  Mike 
easily got directions to a good shop, along with some admiring 
looks.

Explaining briefly to the mechanic that he had let this wife go 
far too long without repair, the impossible-to-heal knees and 
back were soon completely repaired -- better than new.

"By the way," Mike mentioned, "Her programming has always been a 
bit flakey.  Can we touch that up?  And while you're at it, maybe 
do a bit for her bust?"

Jessica had always been somewhat insecure about her small, though 
sensitive and sexy, breasts.

"No problem," the mechanic assured him.

- - -

On their return home Jessica was a new woman.  Mike had delivered 
on everything he promised.  The untreatable aches and pains of 
years were gone, and Jessica felt sexier than ever.

And she found herself thinking of Mike in ways she had always 
firmly ruled out before.  He cared so much for her.  With 
everything he had done for her, including this, it was only 
natural that they should move in together while making plans for 
their marriage.  Why wait to get together?  Get him now before 
some other lucky girl steals him away.

In fact, things were just perfect for several glorious and lust 
filled weeks until a distracted driver hit Mike as he crossed the 
street in front of their house.  His lower spine was crushed, and 
a concussion left him in a coma.

Dutiful, loving Jessica knew just what to do for Mike's grave 
injuries.  A place where men were built and repaired by the 
native women.  Now where had Mike put that remote control?

<end>

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