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Michael Collins Anthology - Introducing Michael Collins

   Keywords: ASFR, MF, MM, SciFi, Fantasy, Erotica

   # # #

   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. Then again, you'd
   have to be a fucking moron to think it was to begin with. :-)

   Copyright (c) 1999-2001 CyberCzar. NO permission is granted for its
   reproduction without the expressed written consent of its author.

   # # # Background # # #

   My name is Michael Collins. This is my story.

   You see, my shrink suggested I start this. She said that it might help me
   come to grips better with who and what I am.

   I've been seeing her now for the past three years or so. She really is
   great. If you're ever in the need of a good psychologist; I highly
   recommend Dr. Sylvia Plaxton, in Atlanta, Georgia. Her number is
   404-555-7792. Sorry Sly, for the shameless plug. :)

   Let's see; where to begin?

   It all started in 1999; I suppose.

   I had a good life. A good job. I was a software programmer for Cluster
   Datatronics, Inc. Had a corner office on the 16th floor in a posh office
   building in Buckhead. I wrote the back-end database indexing code for our
   multi-architectural eCommerce transaction processing system. I Earned
   about $130k a year.

   Life was great.

   I also had Julie.

   We had met in a grocery store on August 7th, 1997, at 6:21pm.

   I, while honestly not trying to pick her up at the time, asked her opinion
   about the freshness of some guavas I was interested in buying.

   What should have lasted 30 seconds for a conversation, lasted nearly two
   hours; both of us standing there in the fruit and vegetable section of the
   store discussing everything from our careers to politics.

   I normally don't believe in love at first sight; but I did know that
   something had clicked between the two of us there at that fruit stand.

   I was too nervous to ask her out at the time. I think she sensed that. She
   offered me her business card and told me that if I had any other fruit
   questions to feel free to call her. :) The rest is history.

   She was the love of my life. Aside from the sex being fucking
   unbelievable; she was warm and caring. Plus, she was a techno-geek like
   myself. We spent Wednesday nights, after watching Star Trek, trying to
   hack into each-other's Linux boxes at the house. She always seemed to win
   somehow.

   I guess it's true when it's said that software programmers don't make good
   system administrators.

   Julie worked for BellSouth; the local telephone- (trying to be
   everything)- company.

   Julie and I moved up to Atlanta together, from Palo Alto, California, in
   early 1999.

   We were going to get married in June of 2000.

   Life was great. Wait, I said that already. Sorry.

   In California, I was a software developer for a graphics software company.
   We put out this really cool software that allowed people to design 3D
   worlds and renderings. I worked a lot with SGI Onyx and Challenge servers
   running IRIX. It was tres' cool.

   Julie was a hardware repair technician for HP. She spent most of her days
   fixing broken motherboards from HP9000 servers that were returned for
   being faulty by the field technicians at the customer's site. Man, did she
   know her way around a logic probe. :)

   My life changed dramatically on New Year's Eve, that year.

   Julie and I were relaxing at home, watching the festivities around the
   world on CNN. Boy, did the fireworks look awesome in Sydney harbor!
   Neither of us were worried about any Y2K glitches. In fact, being the
   techno-geeks which we were; we knew there would be few, if any, minor
   problems throughout the world. We were more worried about the
   fundamentalist Christians pontificating the end of the world or some
   nut-case in New York setting off a pipe bomb during the ball drop.

   I wanted to go downtown to see the peach drop at midnight. Julie talked me
   out of it. She wanted to stay home and bring in Y2K with our own cocktail
   show. She wanted my own balls to drop.

   I got the picture!

   That evening, we decided to watch My Best Friend's Wedding on DVD. We
   started it around 9:00pm, guaranteeing us enough time for our own
   excitement to begin before 11:59:59.

   # # # Y 2 K # # #

   "That was such a good movie!" she exclaimed, reaching over to kiss me.

   Now, I'm not the biggest fan of Julia Roberts, even if she was from
   Marietta, Georgia; about 30 minutes from where we lived.

   "It was ok," I said, resting my head on the back of the couch.

   Julie took her hand and caressed my scalp, running her fingers through my
   hair. She knew what that did to me. She knew what was about to come. It
   was time. :)

   I picked her up and carried her upstairs to the master bedroom. It was
   about 11 o'clock. The entire trip up the flight of stairs, Julie couldn't
   move her hands away from my scalp. I was so horny at this point, I
   could've probably hung a weight off the front of my shorts.

   Gently, I set her down on the bed, and began to passionately kiss her. My
   tongue explored her mouth and hers, mine. She loved to embrace my tongue
   with her lips. It drove me wild.

   I took her shirt over and off her head; exposing her round, perky breasts.

   With my left hand, I reached into her shorts, and guided my index finger
   down her inner thigh, as I kissed and sucked on her left breast. Much to
   my delightment, she wasn't wearing any underwear. Then again, neither was
   I! We both loved the feel of naked denim against our flesh.

   With my right hand, I caressed her face, and moved my hand down to her
   right breast and slowly massaged it.

   Julie's nipples were hard, and erect. She used to love it when I'd gently
   pinch each one while I was massaging them.

   At this same time, I guided my left hand down and around her opposite
   thigh, up to her waist. She was wet with anticipation; her womanly
   moisture rubbing onto my wrist.

   My left hand made its way up her waist and chest, allowing my lips and
   mouth to explore her body as I so loved doing.

   I kissed and licked her chest all over, savoring the flavor of her
   essence. As my lips traveled down past her belly button; Julie stopped my
   actions and gently guided me next to her on my back.

   She got up, and sat down on my legs, pinning me to the bed.

   "I am so lucky to have you," she said; smiling, brushing her hair out of
   her face.

   "As am I, you," I said, cupping my hands behind my head; smiling gently up
   at her.

   Julie began unbuttoning my shirt, starting with the bottom button and
   working her way up. As she made her way to the second button, and allowed
   my shirt to fall away, she giggled when she saw Mr. Happy was peeking up
   from underneath my shorts; an ooze of precum flowing into my bellybutton.

   "Tee-hee," she giggled. "We'll have time for Mr. Happy later." Gently she
   kissed my throbbing cock, licking the visible shaft as she continued.

   Slowly, she unbuttoned the rest of my shirt, and began licking and kissing
   me; starting at my bellybutton, her tongue taking in the deposit of precum
   I had made earlier.

   I caressed her hair as she moved her lips up to my chest.

   She and I had this thing with each-other as we had foreplay. We loved to
   bring each-other almost to climax before actually, you know, doing it. It
   made both of our experiences much more intense that way. I loved that
   about her.

   She let her hands explore the outside of my shorts; running her fingers
   around my balls, through the denim. With her middle-finger and thumb, she
   glided her hand up the length of my shaft, through my shorts, gently
   pinching my exposed head and shaft.

   I moaned.

   From the TV downstairs, we could here the announcer say it was 11:30pm.

   We wrestled for a more comfortable position on top of the bed. I let my
   shirt fall off my shoulders, and Julie and I embraced each-other tight;
   our legs entwined with each-other's.

   Our hands and arms explored each-other's backs; her nails scratching and
   digging into mine.

   When we finished our embracing, I maneuvered Julie onto her back.

   With my hand, I explored her crotch. First, outside her denim shorts. I
   slipped my hands deep into the crack between her and the bed. Deep within
   the crevice, I could ever so slightly feel her moisture seeping through
   her now soaked panties and denim. I maneuvered my hand up to the top
   button of her shorts. I let my ring and index finger inside to explore her
   folds; my middle finger gently flicking her engorged clit as I worked my
   way down.

   She screamed the most pleasurable scream I'd heard.

   I moved my head down to her shorts, and gently undid the single button
   causing her chaste. Gently I took hold of her zipper with my teeth and
   guided it down. Her aroma filling my nostrils.

   As she lifted herself up, I gently slid her shorts down her legs and let
   them fall to the floor.

   I took her right foot in my hands, and gently massaged it; kneading her
   arch.

   I then knelt down; slowly kissing her sole. As my lips worked their way to
   her pinky-toe, I let my hands traverse up her calf. By the time my tongue
   and lips had made their way to her bigtoe, my hands were exploring her
   moist caverns, and I was giving her a toe-job with my tongue and lips.

   I loved pleasing her. She was pleasurably moaning throughout this whole
   experience. Fortunately for us, our next-door neighbor was old and deaf.
   It provided quite a bit of freedom for us sexually, in the bedroom. :)

   I let my lips and tongue begin to traverse up her legs to her thighs as my
   hands moved their way up to her breasts; giving them some much needed
   attention at this point.

   Slowly at first, I let my tongue explore her folds, then penetrate;
   tasting her magnificent juices, paying careful attention to her north
   pole, hidden by it's shroud.

   As my tongue pleased her faster, I allowed my fingers to tune her nipples.
   Julie's moans were increasing in frequency at this point; her breathing
   becoming more deep and heavy.

   I concentrated on her shroud, and the magic hidden beneath it, and let my
   fingers maneuver back down to her thighs. Julie arched up; a shivering
   wave emanated from within; sighed, and briefly relaxed on the bed.

   I climbed up to lay next to her and kiss her. We kissed and caressed
   each-other some more for a few minutes. Julie then moved so she could take
   my shorts off. As she undid the button to my shorts, my cock pushed
   slightly away from my body; it, no longer being restrained.

   Julie moved around to straddle my chest.

   "Ooh, I love it when you're in this position," I whispered to her.

   She knelt down to take me in her mouth, as I let my tongue travel up and
   inwards her back thigh. As she took me completely in her mouth, I buried
   my nose and tongue into her.

   "Oooh!" she exclaimed, arching back to let my tongue bury even more deeply
   inside her.

   Julie continued to knead my cock with her mouth, stroking my shaft with
   her to tongue. At this point, I couldn't stand it anymore. With two heavy
   thrusts, I quivered as I emptied into her. Julie licked my shaft as if it
   were a Popsicle; cleaning and savoring its nectar.

   In a state of bliss, I relaxed as I sunk deep into the bed. Julie turned
   around to sit on my stomach and face me.

   "I'm not letting you get off this easy," she said, smiling; tweaking my
   nipples with her fingers.

   "I love it when you tell me what to do," I replied.

   I was special, I guess. At least, Julie told me none of her other partners
   that she's had in the past could do what I could do. I was pretty virile -
   as far back as I could remember, since I was a teenager I could climax
   multiple times in a relatively short period of time. Julie knew this, and
   she knew she wasn't about to let me get out of fucking her before
   midnight.

   "11:55," she said, looking at the clock on the nightstand, "we better get
   busy!"

   She turned around, so that her back was facing me. Slowly, she drew her
   fingers down to my balls. As she continued to glide her fingers to the
   edge of my anus, I became engorged again; throbbing, as she moved her
   fingers back up, kneading my sac and balls gently.

   "Perfect!" she exclaimed as she moved downwards.

   With care and perfection, she glided my shaft into her shaven pussy. I
   grabbed her hips with my hands as she began to rock back and forth, moving
   my shaft as if it were some joystick.

   "Honey," she said, "I do believe that you're even harder now than before."

   Slowly, Julie began to move up and down on my shaft. I let my hands move
   down in front of her; gently massaging the crest of her womaness.

   Her moans became louder. I gently grabbed the remote control to turn on
   Dick Clark's New Year's Eve special. Cheers were being heard from Times
   Square. The announcer told us it was 11:58.

   Julie stretched down to grab my ankles as she increased her thrusts
   slightly.

   "11:59, just one more minute to go!" the announcer exclaimed.

   She sat up again; her thrusts going faster and faster.

   My breathing was becoming deeper, my heart racing faster with each thrust.
   Would I be able to wait almost another minute?

   "10!" the crowd cheered on through the speakers, as I exclaimed "Oh, God!"

   Julie paused.

   "9!" they continued.

   "Hold on, baby," she instructed.

   I tensed up, trying to withhold my eminent eruption.

   "8!"

   Julie turned around with me still inside her so she could face me.

   "7!"

   "Almost time," she continued.

   "Oh, Jesus!" I couldn't help from exclaiming.

   "6!" Dick Clark said.

   Julie continued moving herself up and down my shaft.

   "5!" she yelled, going faster.

   "4!" I joined in, moving my hips in opposite unison to her.

   "3!" we continued, our hips moving like a well oiled machine.

   "2!" we screamed.

   "1!" she said, throwing herself onto my chest so I could embrace her
   deeply.

   "Happy New Year!" we exhaled, as she pushed herself down onto my cock as I
   released what felt like a century's worth of sexual energy deep within
   her.

   Then time stood still.

   My reverent scream of jubilation continued as my voice became more and
   more oscillated. I froze.

   Julie was oblivious to this, at first - entranced in her own climax.

   My eyes went black as I became unconscious.

   When I awoke, I was in the basement of our house, laying naked on my
   workbench. I saw Julie sleeping at her keyboard, sitting at the adjoining
   table.

   "What happened?" I said.

   "Oh!" she said, jumping up. "You startled me."

   I tried to get up, but I found I was paralyzed. I couldn't move any
   muscles below my neck.

   "Julie," I said more sternly, "what's going on?"

   She gave me a look, and abruptly stood up and walked over.

   "What's going on?" she asked rhetorically. "Why don't you tell me what the
   fuck is going on." she ordered as she slapped me across the face.

   "Uh," I muttered. "Uh, I, I don't know. What time is it?"

   "5:20pm," she said. "On January third!"

   I sighed. I tried to remember what happened, what was going on.

   "I honestly don't know," I said. "The last thing I remember we were making
   love on New Year's Eve."

   "Go on," she said; her back to me as she sat back down at her computer.

   "Well, it turned midnight," I went on. "You were coming, I was coming, and
   then I blacked out."

   She tapped away at her keyboard some more, literally pounding on the keys.
   She then paused for a moment, pushed herself away from table, and rolled
   herself over.

   "Then let me fill in the blanks," she said sarcastically.

   "You're right," she continued. "We were both coming."

   She went on to tell me that as we were both saying, "Happy New Year!" to
   each-other, I didn't stop. Didn't stop speaking, or coming for that
   matter.

   "Your voice became very distorted," she told me.

   "What do you mean I didn't stop coming," I questioned.

   "That was the most fucked up part," she went on. "You didn't stop coming
   for like 10 minutes!"

   She reached over and picked up my head to look down at my body laying on
   the table. Unbeknownst to me, my cock was still rock hard at this point,
   in fact I think it was a little bigger!

   "The sheets are ruined," she said. "I think I sponged up close to 250ml of
   cum from you."

   I closed my eyes. All I wanted to do was cry, but couldn't bring myself to
   form any tears.

   "I thought you had died," she told me. "After I composed myself, I was
   just about to call the cops, 911, or somebody when I heard strange beeping
   coming from your chest."

   I thought it was strange that she heard beeping, but let her go on.

   "When I put my ear to your chest, I heard whirring and beeping. I knew you
   weren't dead," she consoled; "but I also knew you weren't alive, either."

   She went on to tell me how she dragged me down the flights of stairs to
   the basement, and hopped me up here.

   She told me how she got the video camera, and set it up to record. She had
   the TV from the guest-bedroom sitting on the table next to her. I watched
   it as she played the tape.

   I wouldn't have believed what I saw the next thirty minutes if it weren't
   on tape.

   She was brushing away tears on the tape as she examined me there, laying
   on the table. She glided her hands slowly across my chest, feeling all
   around. She moved her hands to the side of my chest.

   "Interesting," she said on the tape. "I hadn't noticed this before!"

   "Between your second and third ribs," she told me while we continued to
   watch the tape.

   "What?" I asked. She motioned for me to watch.

   The next thing I saw truly amazed me. My chest split open and flanged out.

   "Fuck me!" she said on the tape.

   I could see her on the tape walking over to the camera and picking it up.
   She carried the camera over to record what she was seeing. What I next saw
   almost blew my mind away.

   As she focused the camera into my chest, in the upper right-hand side of
   this ... cavity ... there were rows and rows of tiny lights and switches.

   Spread elsewhere were jacks. Cables ran through and into the rest of my
   body.

   "Amazing," I said aloud.

   Julie paused the videotape as she got closer to me.

   "You mean you didn't know?" she said as she brushed my cheek with her
   hand.

   "No," I said, looking up. "Hey Jules, why can't I move anything?" I asked.

   "Oops!" she exclaimed. "Let me take care of that for you."

   She rolled her chair back to her keyboard, typed away at her keyboard,
   then rolled back over to me with a long cable. She secured the cable in
   her mouth as she pressed on both sides of my ribs. A "click" followed by a
   "whoosh" sound was heard as my chest opened up like a box-top.

   "Fuckin'A," I mumbled.

   Just then, the doorbell rang upstairs.

   "Fuck," I mumbled aloud.

   "Don't worry, babe," Julie said, patting me on the head. "It's just
   Arnie."

   "Fuck!" I exclaimed. "Arnie doesn't know, does he?"

   Arnie Phillips. Major geek. Major prick. Major pain in my ass. Arnie's my
   coworker at Cluster Dataronics. I hated his personality, but respected his
   coding abilities immensely.

   "Arnie fixed you," she said.

   Before Julie could make it to the stairs to walk back up, the door to the
   basement flung opened and heavy footsteps descended.

   "Julie?" Arnie yelled as he walked downward.

   "Down here," we both said, in unison.

   Arnie turned the corner where I was laying and stopped dead in his tracks.

   "Dudes!" he exclaimed. "The robo-cock is alive!" he said.

   "Fuck you," I yelled.

   Arnie giggled as he walked over to me. "More like you've been programmed
   to fuck Julie it looks to me," he said.

   Julie threw the cable she'd been holding down, turned around and slapped
   him right across the face. "That was uncalled for," she said.

   "Ouch," he said as he took a step back protecting himself. I just glared.

   "So, when did he reboot," he asked. Julie turned back towards me and
   screwed the connections from the cable into my chest.

   "About 30 min ago," she replied.

   "Cool," he said.

   She sat herself down, and rolled back over to her keyboard, and entered a
   few more commands.

   "Try to move your arms," she asked me.

   Like she requested, I tried moving my hands and arms which moved just as
   easily as before.

   "Good," she said; as she continued to type. "Now try lifting your legs,"
   she asked.

   Just as before, I tried moving my legs and feet. Things appeared to be
   back to normal.

   I swung my legs over the table where I could finally sit up.

   "Jules, would you get my boxers for me," I asked.

   She smiled back at me. "Sure thing, be right back."

   When she had walked upstairs, I took the opportunity to sucker-punch
   Arnie. With moderate force, my fist met up with his cheek.

   "Fuck!" he said falling back. "What did you do that for?" he said,
   brushing a tear from his eye.

   "That's for the robo-fucking-cock comment earlier," I said.

   "But Jeeze, man," he said. "That fucking hurt! I can't help it if your
   cock is programmable!"

   "What do you mean?" I replied.

   "Dude! You are fucking amazing," he explained.

   Arnie went on to explain how I must have been developed for the CIA or
   some bullshit reason. He explained how I had a very, very, tiny nuclear
   reactor which provided my body with electricity. "Very efficient," I
   remember his remarks about it. He explained how I was created with a
   compartmentalized systemic operating system, essentially running an
   operating system called "OS/9". He explained how each of my systems and
   subsystems were controlled by their own autonomous CPUs all controlled by
   a series of 8 Motorola 68080 CPUs. One or more Motorola 68020 CPUs
   controlled my subsystems.

   Arnie found the system console jack inside my chest (RS-485) and helped
   Julie wire up a communications cable from her linux box so she could use
   minicom to communicate with my main processors and programming.

   "So what happened to me the other night," I asked him.

   He started busting out laughing as he started to explain. "You weren't,"
   he said; his laughter getting stronger. "You weren't Y2K compliant!" he
   finished, resting his hand on my shoulder. "Your memory management
   subroutines rolled back to epoch (January 1, 1970, 00:00:00) but since you
   weren't created then, there were no files to access - your kernel
   panicked."

   "Oh and by the way, dude," he went on, muting his previous laughter in the
   process. "I'd stay away from any past-life regression therapy if I were
   you! You'd probably flip out."

   I knew all about kernel panics, and Unix in general - I was a Unix
   developer. This whole scenario explains why I'm attracted to the operating
   system so much.

   About this time, Julie came back down with my sweat pants. She tossed them
   to me and I put them on.

   "Anything we can do about this," I motioned to the prevalent hard-on
   sticking out through my pants. I tried pushing my still erect cock down
   into my pants leg but it seemed to make the 'problem' only more visible.

   "Uh," Julie began to say; her giggles impairing her speech. "That system
   is, pardon the pun -- hung," she continued - breaking out into hard
   laughter. "I need to remove it and reset it," she continued, composing
   herself in the process. "But we can deal with that, later."

   She removed the communications cable which she had inserted into my chest
   earlier and closed it up.

   "Let's all go upstairs," Julie suggested. "It's too cold down here."

   Jules and Arnie motioned for me to go ahead of them up the stairs. I found
   this quite odd; usually I let Julie lead. Was she afraid of me, or were
   they afraid I might fall down so they could catch me?

   I quickly headed for the bar in the living room to fix myself a shot of
   tequila. As I placed the shotglass on the counter and began pouring; Arnie
   was standing next to Julie and he cleared his throat.

   "What?" I asked.

   Arnie looked down at the shotglass and then up at me. "You don't need
   that," he said.

   "Yeah, I guess it's kinda moot at this point, huh?" I replied.

   I walked upstairs to our bedroom to get a shirt on. Android, or no
   android; Julie had set the thermostat way low and I was cold. I found my
   robe and put it on. At the very least, it covered the embarrassing
   predicament I was currently in.

   As I walked down the stairs, I could see Arnie was quietly talking to
   Julie about something. I couldn't quite make out what they were saying;
   but whatever it was, it was obvious they didn't want me to hear.

   I walked into the family room and sat down in my chair and picked up a
   magazine to skim through. Arnie and Julie soon followed, together.

   "Arnie," I said, sitting up in the chair. "I appreciate everything you've
   done for me the past several days but I think Julie and I can handle it
   from here."

   I set the magazine down, got up, and approached him. "Thanks again, for
   all your help," I said, not giving him a chance to interject anything.
   "I'll see you at the office tomorrow." I continued, escorting him to the
   door. "Oh, and Arnie?" I said. "Not a word of this to anybody. If I find
   out you've told anyone about this house's little 'secret'; I'll be forced
   to let everyone know how you've been embezzling money from the company."

   He stood there for a second, his mouth partly opened and paused. Gently I
   reached up to close his mouth, and I guess he thought I was going to hit
   him again or something. He stepped away, turned around, and walked to his
   car.

   When I saw him get into his car, I closed the door, locked it. As I turned
   around, I saw Julie standing in the hall; her arms folded across her
   chest.

   "That was rude," she said.

   "I don't want to hear it, Jules. Not now."

   "He's only trying to help!" she continued. "What if you break, again?"

   "I don't trust him, Jules."

   She stopped me as I walked past her, and threw me around to face her. "Do
   you trust ME," she asked?

   Pausing for a moment - and now, thinking back, it was probably a
   millisecond too long, I replied with, "Of course."

   "Hrumph," was all she said as she let me go.

   I sat back down in my chair and turned on the TV. Family Matters was on
   TBS. It was the episode where Urkel was putting the finishing touches on
   his Urkel-Bot. I hated Family Matters, and I hated Urkel even more. Jules
   was in the kitchen fixing herself a drink.

   "Talk about a fake!" I exclaimed out loud, looking at the 'Urkel-Bot',
   which looked like a cross between the tin-man and Michael Jackson.

   Julie smiled and walked over to me and sat in my lap. She set her Coke
   down on the end table.

   "You're the real thing," she said; reaching up to kiss me, stroking my
   cock with her hand. "Does Mr. Happy want to play?" she asked.

   "Not right now," I replied.

   "Mmmmmmm," she moaned. "Your mouth says 'No' but Mr. Happy says 'Yes',"
   she said.

   "No it's not," I said; slapping my hand against the side of the chair.
   "Remember?"

   She moved her hand away from my cock and caressed my face. "I'm sorry,
   baby," she said. "I forgot."

   "I don't know what I'm gonna do about it," I said, sighing. "I can't go
   into work with a raging hard-on." I felt like an animated commercial for
   Viagara, or something.

   "Who said anything about going into work tomorrow?" she questioned.

   Now, at this point I was becoming a little annoyed with her. I think she
   sensed this but when we argued, she did love to push my buttons (sic) ...
   see how far she could push me.

   "Who's going to pay the mortgage?" I returned.

   She stopped caressing my cheek for a moment, looked me in my eyes. "Good
   point."

   She stayed there in my lap for the next several hours while I watched TV.
   I knew she was horny; I didn't say anything, but she couldn't keep her
   hands out of my pants as she was stroking my cock back and forth. By the
   end of it all, I have to admit; I was getting a little turned on myself.

   "What did you do," she asked me.

   "What do you mean?"

   "I think you're getting turned on," she continued. She pulled her hand out
   of my pants; which has been in there for the past hour or so. Her fingers
   were dripping with my clear juices.

   "Yeah, I think you're right," I said, a sly grin plastered across my face.

   Something Arnie said earlier though was sticking in my mind. Did I truly
   love Julie (and for that matter, love fucking her) or was I really
   programmed to fuck her?

   She jumped up off my chair, and grabbed my hand to follow her. She threw
   off her blouse as she made it to the hall, and I wasn't far behind her.
   She raced up the stairs to our bedroom. Her shorts on the floor at the
   middle of the flight. I let her keep the lead. As I entered our bedroom;
   she was spread out naked on our bed.

   I hopped up on top of her, my pants still on. She wrapped her arms around
   my shoulders, pulling me down to kiss me.

   "Android or not," she told me. "I still love you," she said.

   "As do I, you," I said; kissing the tip of her nose.

   "Granted," she interrupted me. "I love your cock better," she said,
   laughing; picking her feet up to grab the waistband of my pants with her
   toes.

   "Well," I quickly replied, "I'll try not to let it let you down."

   "I don't think you could at it's current state," she finished giggling at
   the process of pulling the waistband down - struggling to get it past what
   it was currently snagged on, but succeeding none the less.

   I kicked my pants off with my legs and let them fall to the floor. Gently,
   I guided my cock into her with my hand as she wrapped her legs around me.

   "Ouch!" she said unexpectedly.

   "What?"

   "I'm just not used to your 'RoboCock Version 2.0'" she said smiling.

   "Remind me to ask you what and how you did that when we're finished," I
   whispered to her.

   Julie adjusted herself to a more comfortable position and pulled me deep
   inside her.

   She moaned with delight.

   The next 2 hours, we fucked. Missionary. Sixty-nine. Doggy. Riding the
   pony. She even asked me to fuck her in the ass! She never asked me to do
   that before.

   I think she came close to 20 times throughout our marathon session. I
   could tell she was beginning to get tired, so I decided we'd finish where
   we'd started.

   She asked me about this time why I hadn't come yet. I told her I was
   waiting for her first. She asked me to come, so I withdrew from her and
   finished off by spewing onto her stomach.

   She got up to go to the bathroom to take a shower. She threw me a towel to
   wipe myself as she closed the door.

   I laid back onto the bed and smoked a cigarette.

   "Guess I don't need to worry about these killing me anymore," I thought to
   myself; flipping on the TV.

   As I finished my second smoke, she emerged from the shower naked and damp.
   I leaned over to kiss her, then I got up to take a shower, myself.

   When I got into the bathroom, I stared at my naked body in the mirror for
   a little bit. I wondered if I would short out as I entered the shower;
   then quickly discarded this since I've taken thousands of showers before
   with no problems.

   Facing myself, I took my thumbs and depressed where Julie had depressed
   earlier that evening. Sure enough; just as before, my chest opened up.

   I straddled the toilet next to the shower - it was closer to the full
   length mirror since it didn't have the sink in the way. I couldn't help
   but take a closer look at 'myself'.

   One of the things I immediately noticed were two rows of 8 pin DIP
   switches towards the center. All switches were on with the exception of
   the last. I was curious as to what these did! I reached into the drawer to
   grab the tweezers and gently pushed it up.

   Immediately after doing this, I felt strange. My eyes went black, and I
   couldn't move. Strange enough, I still was conscious; or so I thought.

   A few seconds later, I was still standing in that same position; my hand
   still holding the tweezers in the exact same position. Only this time;
   things looked a little strange!

   I closed my left eyelid. My field of view was divided into four quadrants;
   I could see four panes of the same picture (They all went black as my
   eyelids closed). One was labeled "IR", one was labeled "UV", one was
   labeled "STD" and one was labeled "REP/PREV".

   I reopened my left eyelid.

   Next, I closed my right eyelid. Again, the field of view in that eye was
   divided into quadrants. This eye, however, was laid out a little different
   than the others. One screen was labeled "CON", had green text on a black
   background. There was a flashing cursor, but the text was too small for me
   to notice. The next screen was labeled "STAT". It had a graphical menu,
   with a wire-framed outline of what looked like me. The other screen,
   marked "PROG" was itself divided into two more equidistant panes. The top
   pane had code scrolling by so rapidly it was blurred. The bottom had a
   flashing cursor. Last, the fourth pane was labeled "DIAG". It had a more
   general picture outlined picture of myself. Kinda reminded me of the Ford
   cars that had the outlines of the vehicles with LEDs which showed you if
   the trunk lid wasn't closed.

   I reopened my right eyelid.

   Again I paused, looking straight ahead. I realized that whatever I did to
   myself that this was going to make it a little more difficult to
   concentrate on what I was doing, or seeing.

   "I wish things were somewhat back to normal," I thought to myself.

   Almost immediately after finishing the thought; my eyes became somewhat
   normal again. Both fields of view were occupied again by a color image.
   The three other images in my left eye minimized down to very tiny icons
   toward the bottom; and the four "consoles" which were occupying my right
   eye 10 seconds ago, were reduced as well.

   "This is cool," I thought to myself.

   Just then, I could hear Julie yelling to me from the bedroom, "Hurry up in
   there!" she said.

   I felt like a kid with a new toy.

   I took my hands and closed my chest back up and examined it in the mirror.

   Not a seam was visible! I had to find out more about myself, and who built
   me; but all that could wait for another time.

   I started the shower and proceeded to step in to bathe. I started to wash
   my hair.

   "114 deg. F" appeared in my consciousness. Instead of just 'feeling' if
   something was too hot or too cold before; I actually knew the temperature
   now! This was cool.

   As I moved down past my waist to wash my groin; I noticed that my cock was
   no longer hard. It was hanging down to the left like it normally did, and
   it was definitely bigger.

   "What a relief," I thought to myself. I had already decided that I would
   telecommute tomorrow if it was still a visible 'problem' in the morning.

   I finished showering, and dried off. When I walked out of the bathroom,
   Julie was in her night-shirt under the covers.

   "What were you doing in there," she asked me?

   Climbing into bed -- I always slept naked -- I explained to her how I was
   'examining' myself a little more.

   She reached down to feel my cock and moved the flaccid pole from one side
   to the other.

   "Aww," she said. "You got rid of Mr. Happy."

   "It went away while I was showering," I cajoled her.

   "Hopefully not for good," she continued, moving her hand up my body to
   caress my cheek. She told me good-night and kissed my other cheek as she
   drifted off into sleep.

   That night, I couldn't sleep. It wasn't like I needed to, at this point.

   I spent the next 7 hours exploring my consciousness.

   I learned the "IR" camera was extremely cool; it converted infra-red into
   visible light. I could now see in the dark and tell if someone was running
   a fever; in one fell swoop.

   The "UV" camera was a little more obscure. It converted ultra-violet into
   visible light. I wasn't sure where or how I would use this new "gift" but
   none the less, I couldn't wait for the sun to come up and test it out.

   The main camera was marked "STD". I'm assuming it stood for 'standard'.
   The only other thing I could come up with is that maybe it was a camera
   for seeing if people had any sexually transmitted diseases. I dismissed
   that latter thought almost immediately.

   The camera marked "REP/PREV" wasn't actually a camera I realized. It was
   more of a VCR. I thought about the shower just a few minutes ago, and the
   scenes were replaying in the window. As soon as I wished the screen was
   bigger, it maximized to occupy my entire field of view.

   "So I just think what I want and it happens," I thought to myself.

   "Go, go, gadget legs," I thought out loud to myself.

   I tried thinking back to me laying on the workbench down in the basement.
   As soon as I finished my thought, the images of me staring over at Julie
   working at her keyboard appeared. I could even hear the sound of the
   furnace.

   I thought back to New Year's Eve. I think I replayed us both climaxing as
   the clock struck midnight over about 50 times. Each time, as my 'self'
   crashed, the screen became all garbled and distorted then blackness.

   I thought back to last week. Arnie was telling the same stupid joke about
   the difference between geeks and lawyers.

   I thought back to last month. Julie and I had went out to T.G.I. Fridays
   for dinner. I remembered clearly now how the waiter sucked, and I didn't
   tip him very well. The taste of the steak and beer from that dinner though
   was as strong as if we'd just ate there 2 hours ago.

   I tried to remember as far back as I possibly could. The first images were
   of me driving to the grocery store to get some guavas.

   "This is odd," I thought. I wondered if this thing had just a rewind.

   "Just rewind," I thought to myself.

   Like pressing rewind on a DVD player, faster and faster strange images
   appeared. I tried to keep up with them, but couldn't.

   Images that looked like combat exercises. Images of me, holding machine
   guns, shooting at targets; and at people. Images of me in an operating
   room, or a lab.

   Men, women.

   Strange men, and women. People I didn't know before. Army, Navy, Air
   Force, and Marines uniforms. All ranks. Men in lab coats.

   More images of me.

   Unassembled.

   "Pause," I thought to myself.

   The timestamp read February 1, 1997, 18:11 GMT. There was my head, sitting
   on a workbench, supported by a stand. A rather stout man sitting next to
   me with a beard, working at a keyboard.

   Arms to the left of me, legs to the right.

   My hand, on the other side of him; attached to a robot arm, like the kind
   you'd see in an automobile assembly plant (though much smaller).

   "Play," I thought again.

   The images rolled forward. There was no audio.

   A woman was behind the man who was sitting next to me. She was working at
   another table. Her back was to me so I couldn't see exactly what she was
   doing until she moved. Then it hit me.

   There was my lower torso; rather my hips, supported on the table by
   another harness. Out in front, sticking straight up in the air, was my
   cock!

   She walked over to me, or rather to the stout man sitting next to me and
   the two went over to it. She got a tray sitting next to her and held it
   out, in front of my cock. She reached over to her keyboard and pressed a
   few more buttons.

   I came.

   God, did I feel embarrassed at this point, looking at myself. She was
   jumping up and down with joy, and the stout man was patting her on the
   back.

   A moment later, several other people entered the area, and she pressed the
   button again.

   I came, again.

   One woman pressed a few more buttons and my cock spewed jism extremely
   rapidly. The woman who was sitting there before gently pushed the other
   woman away, pressed a few more buttons, and it stopped.

   My cock went limp, and the woman set the tray underneath it to catch the
   drainage.

   I had to stop this; I was getting too depressed. I looked at the clock
   next to the bed and it was midnight.

   "Why is everyone so fascinated with my cock," I wondered.

   I spent the rest of the night exploring different parts of my new gifts. I
   put my robe on and went downstairs to the basement and watched the rest of
   the videotape which Julie had recorded New Years.

   It looks like she called Arnie over quite soon after she started
   recording. He was there in about an hour. He did help her with me I
   suppose. He also helped himself to me, too; which I wish I never saw!

   Several hours into the tape, you could tell Julie was quite tired. Arnie
   suggested to her to go to bed. She agreed, and walked up the stairs.

   I guess Arnie didn't notice the camera propped up on the shelf recording
   the whole incident.

   A few minutes after Julie left, he approached me. My legs were dangling
   off the long end of the table.

   "You're an ASFR's fan dream come true," he said aloud.

   "ASFR?! What the hell is ASFR," I thought to myself.

   The next several minutes shocked and angered me immensely. Arnie proceeded
   to violate my limp body there on the table.

   Not once, but twice; he thrust his cock into my ass, picking my legs up
   over his shoulders beforehand so he could 'get in'. When he was finished
   fucking 'me', he grabbed my cock in his hands and proceeded to give me a
   blowjob.

   I was pissed. I was furious! I wanted to drive over to his apartment right
   now and beat the shit out of him.

   I felt hurt, abused, and violated.

   I had to come up with a way to get even with him, somehow. It wasn't like
   I could go to the cops with any of this.

   The rest of the tape was pretty benign. He didn't violate me anymore -
   that I could tell. I finished watching the tape around 3am, took it out of
   the player and destroyed it.

   I looked over Julie's notes a bit. She apparently 'explored' me a little
   more than Arnie did. Her, I didn't mind! She made detailed drawings of the
   inside of my head, arms, torso, back, etc.

   It was really quite fascinating.

   I was absorbing all of her notes when I didn't notice the time until I
   heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

   "Honey," Julie said as she peeked around the corner. "There you are!" she
   said.

   She came over to me and gave me a big hug. "I got worried about you when I
   woke up and you weren't in the bed," she said.

   "I was doing some introspection," I told her.

   She picked up the crumpled videotape sitting on the floor. "What's this?"
   she asked. "Why did you destroy the tape?"

   "There was nothing on there worth watching," I told her; beginning to get
   upset.

   "Fuck you, then," she yelled at me. "I wanted to keep it for posterity!"

   Trying to contain myself, I explained to her how if the tape fell into the
   wrong hands, that we both could be in deep shit.

   "You're right, as usual," she said; reaching up to kiss me.

   She took my hand and guided me back up the stairs.

   When we got up to the main floor of the house, Julie proceeded to begin
   fixing breakfast. I refastened my robe, and walked outside to pick up the
   paper. The sun was just about to come up.

   As I opened the door, I simply thought of turning on the UV camera and
   magically my entire field of view was transformed. Beautiful hues of blue,
   violet, red, and magenta emanated in waves from behind the landscape.

   Everything else was kind of eerie looking. I could make out the grass and
   windows in my neighbors' houses - but everything else was black. The wood,
   and concrete didn't reflect the UV rays hardly at all.

   I thought of what the outside would look like in infrared. Just like
   before, immediately after I finished my thought the view changed.

   I think this was even more beautiful than the last! Shades of red to white
   filled the sky. Magenta streaks laid upon the asphalt from Mr. River's car
   tires next door. He worked nights at a meat-packing plant and always came
   home in the early morning hours.

   I saw the heat from a squirrel, sleeping up in the tree.

   "Fucking amazing," I said out loud.

   I picked up the morning's AJC, turned around, and walked back inside.
   Julie set down some coffee for me at the table, and I opened the paper.

   As soon as I took a look at the paper, something deep inside me told me to
   turn the page. I did; and 500 milliseconds later, I was looking at the
   next page.

   This continued for about 2 minutes. I finished all the sections of the
   paper and set it down for Julie.

   "Nothing interesting worth reading," she asked me; glancing at the paper I
   pushed to her.

   "Very," I told her. "I finished reading it!"

   Picking up the paper for herself, she looked at me from behind the pages,
   "You couldn't do that before," she said.

   "I couldn't do a lot of things before," I told her. "The coffee you and I
   are drinking; it's exactly 132 deg. F in temperature." I went on. "The
   toast, it's 103 deg. F. It's 71 deg. F in this room, with a 42% relative
   humidity."

   She laughed as she set her paper down. "My boyfriend has been turned into
   a walking meteorological station."

   I finished the toast and went upstairs to get dressed. I put on my briefs
   and socks, picked a suitable shirt out of the closet, and put on my jeans
   and belt.

   While looking at myself in the mirror, I noticed the new "bulge" in my
   pants. Julie had given me another 3 inches to my man-hood, and it was
   visible now in my jeans. I debated untucking my shirt but figured I'd
   leave it as it is. Untucked shirts were against the corporate climate of
   my office.

   I came downstairs, kissed her good-bye, and walked into the garage to head
   to work.

   Driving to Buckhead was always a pain in the ass. I lived in Alpharetta
   and had to take SR-400 each day. Predictably, there must have been a
   pile-up later on down the road because as I got to Holcomb Bridge Road,
   traffic was at a stand-still.

   About 30 minutes later, I made my way through the toll-booth and sped up
   so I could get over to take the Lenox Rd. exit.

   I pulled into my office building, waved my parking card so the gate would
   raise, and parked my car.

   I walked into the building, swiped my access badge, and entered the
   elevator.

   As I got off the elevator on the 16th floor, I swiped my access badge
   again, entered my office, and made my way to my desk.

   Several people were in already, and we shared our normal pleasantries as
   we did in the morning.

   I booted up my computer, checked eMail, and began to work.

   Right about this time Arnie got in and walked over to sit in the next cube
   to me. He didn't say anything to me, nor did I to him.

   I was busy coding away for about an hour, when I saw his reflection in the
   mirror on my monitor.

   I pushed my chair back, stood up, and faced him.

   "How's it going, dude," he said; putting one hand on my shoulder, the
   other on my crotch.

   While pushing him back, I scornfully told him, "Fine!"

   Laughing, he reproached me. "I see you fixed your 'problem' you had
   yesterday." he said.

   I was getting furious. While looking at him, I replayed the sequence I saw
   that morning on the videotape.

   I stepped towards him, and grabbed his arm with my hand, directing him to
   the breakroom at the end of the office.

   As we entered, I forced him down into a chair.

   "Listen you faggot fuck," I whispered to him. "I know what you did to me
   while I was 'unconscious' Friday night."

   He started squirming in his chair a little. "Do what? I didn't do anything
   to you," he said, lying.

   "Fuck you!" I said a little louder, then quickly whispering again. "Julie
   had a video camera propped up in the basement - she recorded everything,"
   I said with emphasis.

   "Does she know?" he asked, covering his face with his hands.

   "Not yet," I said. "Now get the fuck up."

   I escorted him back to his desk, and we continued about our day.

   The day pretty much went relatively smoothly. I was checking the code
   revisions I was making to the card processing module into the CVS
   repository.

   Co-workers stopped by; we chatted about our holidays and how they were
   spent. I casually mentioned to Angie that mine was boring since I was
   unconscious for pretty much the whole weekend. This brought a roaring
   laugh from Arnie's cube.

   After lunch, I continued to work. I guess I got captivated with my work
   that I didn't know my new found special abilities were starting to show
   through.

   While listening to some Dave Matthew's Band CD's, I began typing faster
   and faster. People around me were starting to notice. Faster and faster my
   fingers traversed the keyboard, in the open vi session I had, working on
   the code. A steady stream of clicks without pauses reverberated from my
   cube. As I stopped to check on the code a co-worker was working on, I
   turned around and a rather large crowd had formed.

   I had finished coding close to 10,000 lines of code in about 25 minutes.

   "Hot damn," Robert said; breaking the cheers and applause which had
   started. "That's the fastest coding I'd ever seen! You had to have been
   typing close to 500 words per minute!"

   "Uh, it was nothing," I replied, forcing my way through the crowd.

   As I walked away to head downstairs, Arnie yelled out from the back of the
   crowd, "Go ahead, Mike! Tell 'em how you do it!" he said.

   I was not amused. "Too much caffeine!" I yelled back, walking out the
   door.

   When I got back to my cube; I had a new voice mail waiting for me. It was
   Scott, my boss. "Stop by my cube as soon as you get this message," he
   said.

   "Shit!" I thought to myself. Did Arnie tell them?

   I walked over to his cube and sat down on the other side of his desk.
   Since he was a manager, his cube was twice as big as mine. This seemed
   totally unfair; since he did half the work I, or any other programmer did.

   "I heard you almost broke your keyboard a few minutes ago," he said; his
   back to me facing his screen. "Care to tell me what's going on?"

   I paused for a moment and rubbed my hands on my legs.

   "Nothing's going on," I told him.

   "Uh huh," he said - still playing his game of Mahjongg.

   "Do you have a problem with the way I'm doing my job," I asked him
   sarcastically.

   "Whatever is not going on," he said, "I like it. Keep it up."

   "I haven't been having a problem with that lately," I mumbled.

   "Will do, thanks." I said, as I left his office.

   As I walked about 10 steps away, I heard him pick up the phone. I thought
   about walking back but just thought it would be nice if I could hear what
   he was saying.

   As before with my new found gifts, almost immediately, the rest of the
   noises in the office drowned out and I was picking up his voice; and the
   voice on the other end, quite clearly.

   "I think we have a problem with Michael Collins," he told the voice on the
   other end. "I'd like to schedule a random drug test for him if that's ok."

   "We'll schedule him for a urinalysis test tomorrow," the woman on the
   other end replied.

   I became a little apprehensive. How could someone like me, without a
   bladder, give a urinalysis? What if they wanted blood?!

   I quickly walked back to my cube and thought about the predicament I was
   in. How was I going to get by this one? This explains why I remember
   drinking Orange Juice, and then pissing Orange Juice a little while later;
   or drinking coffee and, well, you know. I got sick of looking at brown and
   orange urine that most of the time I relegated myself to drinking nothing
   but water.

   "Wait a minute!" I thought to myself. "Arnie, I need Arnie!" As I finished
   formulating my thought, the thought of what I needed him for didn't appeal
   to me at all.

   I got up and walked to his cube next-door. "I need you," I told him as I
   entered.

   "The famous Michael Collins needs me?" he questioned sarcastically.

   "Shut the fuck up," I told him. "We're leaving now," I told him. "Come
   back to my house."

   Arnie followed me back to my house in Alpharetta. He pulled in behind me
   into the driveway.

   He followed me into the kitchen and sat down at the bar.

   "Wassup, dude!" he asked.

   "Do you do any drugs?" I asked him. "I mean any. Are you also on any
   prescription medications?"

   "No, man! I only act high," he said. "I'm not on any drugs either."

   "Good," I told him. I could tell he wasn't lying - his face twitches
   slightly when he's lying and he can't control it.

   "Drink this," I told him; handing him a glass of water that I had just
   poured. "Drink it fast."

   Arnie finished the glass in a few seconds and set it back down on the bar.
   "What was this all about?" he genuinely asked.

   "Shut up and drink," I said, giving him another glass I had just poured as
   I filled the one he just finished back up.

   This process ensued for the next 20 or so minutes. As he started to slow
   down, I urged him to go faster.

   "Be right back, need to take a piss," he told me after he finished the
   35th glass.

   "Sit down!" I yelled at him. "You aren't going anywhere!" I told him, as I
   handed him another glass. He could tell I was serious.

   After about the 15th glass from the second round; he got up.

   "Dude, I have got to take a piss or I'm going to burst!" he yelled.

   I handed him an empty gallon milk jug. "Go in here," I told him.

   "You're not serious," he asked me.

   I shoved the jug at him.

   "You're not gonna drink this shit, are you?" he asked me; legs crossed,
   holding the jug up to his chest.

   "Relieve yourself in there," I told him.

   Arnie went into the downstairs bathroom, jug in hand. Several minutes
   later, an audible sigh was heard. He opened the door and handed me a
   half-filled jug of light yellow urine.

   "Is that all?" I asked him. "You drank 4.375 gallons of water here. There
   should be more." I said.

   "Mike, the human body absorbs some water," he told me. "I'll have to go
   again, soon, I'm sure."

   I capped the jug and put it into the garage.

   Arnie and I went into the living room and watched some TV.

   Sure enough, 12 minutes later, Arnie said he had to go, again.

   I got the jug, and handed it to him in the bathroom. I stood there,
   waiting for him to proceed draining his bladder.

   "Aren't you going to leave?" he asked me.

   "No, this is fascinating." I told him.

   Arnie took the jug abruptly from me and turned his back. A steady stream
   of liquid could be heard pouring into the half-filled plastic container.
   Arnie audibly struggled as the stream stopped. He capped the lid and
   handed me a now full gallon milk jug filled with his urine.

   As I left the room to stow the container, and put the glasses in the
   washer, more liquid could be heard streaming into the toilet from the
   bathroom.

   I went back into the living room. Arnie reappeared; his face bestowed with
   a sign of relief.

   "You drank a clear liquid, and it comes out yellow," I told him. "Why is
   that?"

   Visibly uncomfortable, he struggled as he tried to think of the words to
   say. "Urine is waste," he told me. "The drinks we drink hydrate us, but
   also flush out toxins and other shit out of our bodies. I guess the yellow
   is the other shit." he said. "Would you mind telling me what's going on?"

   I turned off the TV and reclined back in my chair.

   "Scott wants me to take a drug test tomorrow," I told him.

   "Ah! Yuri-nalisis," he replied.

   "You got it," I replied.

   "So this means you're," he said, pausing. "You're gonna drink it?" he
   continued slowly. "YUCK!"

   "My systems have no waste to process. Any liquid I intake gets expunged
   without processing." I explained.

   "This explains why your piss smells of stale coffee sometimes when we're
   in the bathroom together," he recalled.

   "I didn't think it was common for men to go around smelling the piss of
   their bathroom patrons," I said jeeringly.

   "It's not!" he defended. "It's just that yours is strong sometimes. This
   explains it."

   Arnie stayed for a few more minutes and then left. Shortly afterwards,
   Julie's car pulled up in the driveway.

   "Mike?" she said concerned, as she entered the kitchen.

   "In here hon."

   "Is anything wrong," she asked me. "You're home awful early."

   "Nope, finished up early at work. How was your day?"

   "Same old bullshit," she told me, fixing herself a glass of water.

   "Fine," she said, getting some ice out of the freezer.

   "Could you fix me a glass as well," I asked her; still in the kitchen.

   Julie walked into the living room to join me, two glasses of water in
   hand. She handed me one, as she took the other and sat down on the couch.

   I poured the entire glass into my mouth and ingested it.

   Shortly after setting the glass back down, green text appeared, seemingly
   in mid air. The text read, "FLUID RESERVOIR: 18% FULL".

   "That was weird," I said aloud.

   "What?"

   "My fluid reservoir is 18% full," I said sarcastically.

   "How do you know that," she asked.

   "Green text flashed in mid air and told me."

   "Wild," she said. "Here, have the rest of mine," she suggested; handing me
   her glass.

   Again, I poured the remaining contents of her glass into my mouth and down
   my throat without swallowing.

   A second or two later, the same text appeared in thin air. "FLUID
   RESERVOIR: 34% FULL".

   "34% I told her as I read the text."

   "Cool!" she said energetically; running into the kitchen with my empty
   glass, filling it back up.

   I thought this was kinda fun, too. This was something new that was
   happening to me.

   Eagerly I drank the water down. Julie was already back in the kitchen
   filling up her glass again, now. I got up to be in the kitchen with her;
   after all, it made no sense for her to keep running back and forth.

   "54%" I read the status message aloud.

   She began to hand me another glass when I motioned for her to stop.

   I reached over to the sink to grab the spray hose; turned on the sink, and
   put the hose in my mouth.

   Suddenly, red text appeared in front of me. "FLUID RESERVOIR: 95% FULL"

   "This is different," I told her. "The text is red, now; and it says 95%."

   "What happens when you reach 100?" she genuinely asked.

   "I'm not sure," I honestly told her.

   She handed me the still full glass of water she was holding, and I
   attempted to pour it down my throat. I say attempted, because I only got
   about 33% of it down; the rest spilled out of my mouth.

   I was laughing, and tried to talk; as still more liquid was spilling out
   of my mouth, but I could mouth the words, but nothing was heard.

   Just then, flashing red text appeared in front of me, "FLUID RESERVOIR:
   FULL - EXPUNGE NOW"

   I walked to the bathroom, and motioned for Julie to follow. I unzipped my
   pants, and aimed my cock into the bowl. Strangely, I didn't have any urge
   to go to the bathroom. A small pump started up inside my torso, and a
   strong, steady stream of water flowed out of me.

   A few seconds later, I found I was able to talk. I started to explain to
   her what just happened, while I was still pouring more and more fluid into
   the toilet.

   "Too wild," she said. Leaving the bathroom to let me finish my business.

   I finished, flushed the toilet, and walked back into the living room.
   Julie had relocated herself to my chair; so I laid down on the couch.

   "2.4 liters," I told her. "2.4 liters is how much I expunged."

   "Awesome! You could put out a small fire with that," she said, giggling.

   "Actually, I think it was 2 liters; and the other .4 came from the
   overflow."

   "Makes sense," she said, flipping the TV to the news.

   I picked up the copy of Al Gore's book about the environment and started
   flipping through the pages. Julie watched the news for a little more, then
   got up to go to the kitchen to fix some dinner.

   "Would you like me to fix you anything," she asked from behind me.

   "No thanks," I responded. After all, I didn't really need food - and it
   would just be a waste of money.

   Julie fixed herself some spaghetti and meat sauce, and came into the
   living room to enter it.

   "Jules, do you think I'm a freak?" I asked from behind the pages.

   "Of course not," she scolded. "You're you!"

   "But I'm not even human," I continued.

   "Mike," she said, putting her plate down and walking over to climb on top
   of me. "You don't need to be human to be human," she said, laying on top
   of me. "I just wish I could see what you see; feel what you feel."

   "You don't want to be like me," I told her, brushing her hair away from
   her face.

   "I don't; you're right," she said, "but I do want to understand you a
   little more."

   "Be right back," I said, as I motioned for her to get up.

   I walked downstairs to the basement to my box of junk. Somewhere in there
   I knew I had a 25' AV cable.

   While rummaging around for about 5 minutes, I found the cable I was
   looking for and ran back up the stairs. Julie was sitting back in my
   chair, finishing her supper. I opened the entertainment center and
   connected one end of the AV cables to the jacks on the VCR.

   I took my shirt off as I went to go lay back down on the couch. While
   reclined, I opened my chest like I had done before, and connected the
   cables to the three jacks in my chest.

   "What are you doing?" Julie asked me, finishing up her supper.

   "We're both about to find out," I replied. "I noticed these last night
   while I was looking at myself in the mirror - three female RCA jacks. One
   yellow, one red, and one white. About the only thing I can think of is
   that they're AV jacks." I said. "Now, whether they're input or output
   we're about to find out."

   "Turn the TV to VIDEO 1," I asked her, as I finished hooking up the cables
   to my chest.

   Julie changed the channel on the television. As soon as it was tuned, we
   both heard an awful screech. In a reflex action, I cupped my hands over my
   ears.

   "Turn the volume down," I ordered. She hit the mute button.

   "What was that," she asked.

   "Feedback," I replied. "Everything I am hearing and seeing is being
   broadcasted to the TV now."

   Julie lowered the volume on the remote, and depressed the mute button
   again.

   "What are all those boxes," she asked, looking at the minimized screens
   superimposed over the border of the picture.

   "Status screens, different cameras."

   "Show me one," she asked politely.

   I formed the thought of bringing the infra-red camera into full view, and
   there on the television it maximized filling the entire picture.

   Of course, it also filled my field of view, too. I turned to my left to
   look at Julie; who I could tell was still watching the television, but she
   was waving her hands at me.

   "Cool!" she said. "You're a walking TV studio."

   "That's not the best part," I told her as I turned everything normal
   again.

   I replayed the last 30 seconds, and Julie saw an instant replay of herself
   on the television.

   "Wow!" she said enthusiastically. "You're a walking VCR, too! Home
   movies!"

   I chuckled.

   "How come the picture's so fuzzy," she asked.

   I had noticed that, too, while I was trying to remember back. "My guess
   it's because of the compression my 'memories' are stored in. It's a lossy
   compression."

   "How far back can you go?" she asked.

   "Far enough," I said.

   I set the time index to August 7th, 1997, at 6:21pm.

   Appearing on the screen, was a close-up shot of Julie, as I was
   approaching her to ask her about the guavas there in the grocery store in
   California.

   "Awww," she said aloud. "Look at my hair! You mean you were videotaping
   the whole thing," she asked; tones of discontent forming in her voice.

   "Jules, I didn't realize I was doing it at the time." I explained. "These
   are my memories."

   We watched part of our two hour exchange for a bit. She got a little upset
   when I had to minimize the replay window just a tad. After all, I did want
   to look at her, too while we were watching the 'home movies'.

   "Show me something a little more fun," she asked.

   I changed the time index to December 31, 1999, 11:55pm.

   "Ooh!" she said. "I like this!"

   I replayed the last five minutes of my memories of 1999. She was getting
   visibly turned on watching our last fuck of the 20th century.

   Jules got up as the screen went black and laid on top of me again. She
   picked up the AV cable in her hand and followed the length of cable up to
   my chest. Gently she grabbed each cable and pulled it out my jacks.

   "Stay here," she said, getting off of me.

   She walked downstairs and came back a few minutes later with her tool case
   in her hand.

   "Woah," I said, putting my hands up to stop her as she approached me.
   "What are you planning on doing with that?"

   "I want to remove your chest," she said. "I'd like to fuck you with your
   chest off this time."

   I was apprehensive to say the least, and mulled over her proposition for a
   moment or two.

   "I'm not going to hurt you," she said. "Do you trust me?"

   There we go again with the trust question.

   I conceded reluctantly, and Julie got a small screwdriver out of her
   pouch. With great care, she removed the 16 screws attaching my chest
   plates to the four hinges and set them down on the coffee table. There
   were two flat ribbon cables coming out of me, connecting to each chest
   plate.

   She removed the ribbon cables and set hem aside.

   I felt extremely vulnerable at this point.

   She reached down to unbutton my pants and slowly slid my zipper down. She
   pulled off my shoes and forced down my pants as I arched up to help her
   get them down. She then took my hand and pulled me up.

   I stood up in front of her and put my arms around her waist. Julie's head
   was at the same height as my now exposed chest and she rested hers in
   mine.

   She reached down to take my briefs in her hands and pulled them down.

   "Awww," she said, cupping my balls in her hand. "Where's Mr. Happy?" she
   asked.

   "At your service," I said, grinning. In a short instant, my cock was fully
   erect. The speed of its erection caused it to slap her belly. Giggling,
   she took a step back when this happened.

   She turned around to stand in front of me and I placed my hands on her
   breasts, massaging them. Julie ran her right hand up my thigh and grabbed
   my balls in her hand. Walking away from me, I had no choice but to follow.

   She led me, my balls still in her hand, up the stairs to our bedroom where
   she pushed me down onto the bed.

   "You never did explain to me how you made my cock bigger," I reminded her.

   "Hydraulics," she said.

   I didn't say anything but just looked at her.

   "Your programming menu, there are limits set for the hydraulics in your
   cock," she went on. "All I did was change the parameters."

   "How big can it get," I said, stroking my cock in my right hand.

   She got down to lay beside me, and ran her hands under my balls.

   "I stopped at 12 inches," she explained. "It looked like your skin would
   rip."

   "Twelve inches," I said softly. "Wow!"

   "So, I gave you an extra 3. You're right at ten inches right now."

   Julie let her other hand traverse across my body. One thing I noticed was
   that I couldn't feel anything in my chest. I saw she was gliding her
   fingers over components and switches; but I couldn't feel her hand once it
   entered my chest.

   This made a little bit of sense to me; apparently I had touch sensors.
   Perhaps that's what the ribbon cables were connected to. Why would anyone
   build a machine with touch sensors under its hood.

   Just then Julie accidentally flipped a switch. I'm not sure what happened
   but I felt very strange. I could no longer move or talk.

   "Who are you?" I heard myself say. But it wasn't me!

   "Stop joking, Michael," she said laughing.

   I got up off the bed and stood to the side of it at attention. I saw in
   the mirror my cock was still at attention, too.

   "Michael, what are you doing?" she said, her voice sounding a little more
   concerned.

   I didn't move, and stayed facing straight ahead.

   "Who is Michael?" I asked her.

   Julie got up and stood in front of me, a look of disgust forming on her
   face.

   "You!" she exclaimed.

   "I am the DARPA Model 1 Prototype Combat Android," I said. "Do you have
   instructions for me?"

   "Combat android?" she said.

   I had to admit, I was wondering the same thing.

   "I am programmed for multiple combat scenarios," I went on. "Do you have
   instructions for me?"

   Julie paused for a second and stared me in the eyes. I just faced forward.

   A few moments later, Julie approached me. I stuck out my arm to hold her
   at bay.

   "I need to make some adjustments," she told me.

   "Very well," I told her, moving my arm back to my side.

   Julie reached into my chest and moved the same switch she had flipped
   earlier back to its previous position. Immediately, I fell to the ground.
   She tried to grab me, but I weighed too much for her.

   "Thank you," I told her.

   "Michael?"

   "Yes!" I exclaimed, getting off of the ground.

   "Who was that?" she asked.

   "I don't know." I said, embracing her. "I guess I was built by the
   military. DARPA is the Advanced Research Project Administration."

   "I like you better like this," she said.

   "Me, too." I said. "Do you have instructions for me?" I asked her with a
   wink.

   I could tell she was scared for a brief moment, but when she realized I
   was joking by the winking she shoved me back onto the bed.

   "I do have instructions for you, Mr. Combat Android," she said wryly.
   "Fuck my brains out!" she said laughing, while climbing on top of me.

   "At your service, madam," I replied.

   Our marathon lovemaking sessions began. Julie spent most of her time
   sitting on top of me; watching the LEDs flash inside my chest. I made a
   conscious effort of looking at her; her tits, and down at her pussy riding
   my cock. I wanted to savor these moments. I had something special planned
   for these memories.

   Julie brought me to orgasm, but as I came I noticed something different
   this time.

   "SEMINAL RESERVOIR: 8%" appeared in red text after I finished expelling
   inside of her.

   "I have a fucking gauge for my cum," I thought to myself, somewhat
   disgusted by the distraction.

   Of course, this got me thinking - how much cum did I have? What was it
   made of? Where did it come from?

   I walked downstairs and brought back up my two chest plates, the screws,
   and the screwdriver Julie had used earlier to remove them.

   I carried them with me into the bathroom, closed the drain to the sink,
   and set everything down.

   Julie walked in moments later.

   "What are you doing?" she asked me.

   "Putting my chest back together," I told her, trying to position one of
   the plates in my hand while trying to hold the screw and screwdriver in
   the other.

   I was having a little bit of difficulty.

   "Here, let me help you!" she said turning me around.

   With sincere gentility, she carefully positioned my left chest plate
   aligned with the hinges. I held the plate in position with my hands as
   she, for a change, screwed me. :)

   Slowly, and carefully, she turned the screwdriver clock-wise driving the 8
   small screws which held my left chest in place.

   We repeated the procedure again for my right chest. Julie had forgotten to
   reattach the sensor cables, but I didn't mind. I stayed in the bathroom
   after she left, reopened my chest, and snapped them back into place.

   When I walked out, Julie was laying down in bed reading a book.

   "Whacha reading?" I asked, laying down beside her.

   "Asimov's 'I, Robot'." she said.

   "Good book," I replied, reaching over to kiss her.

   I put my head down on the pillow, and laid down to watch TV.

   I brought up my replay window and started rewinding my memories again.

   I rewound my memories to frame zero. The time index read January 15th,
   1997, 20:24 GMT. The picture was black.

   "We've got audio," a voice could be heard.

   "Great work Dr. Carson! What about video?" another said.

   "Gimme a sec." said the first.

   A few moments later, the picture became pure white, followed by a rainbow
   blur.

   "Needs focusing," the first man said again.

   Another moment passed. I could hear the sound of an electric screwdriver
   removing something very close to me.

   "There!" the voice said, as his face became clear. He stooped down to
   stand in front of me.

   I could hear gears and motors turning, beeps, clicks, and other strange
   noises.

   "Welcome to your existence, Michael," the man said smiling, while looking
   into my eyes.

   "Doctor," the other man said. "It is the Model 1 Combat Android. Not
   Michael."

   "He'll always be Michael to me," the first man said; stepping outside the
   field of view.

   "I expect a full report in the morning," the first man said. Seconds
   later, I heard a door open and then close.

   "Don't listen to him," the first man said; stepping back into my field of
   view. "Would you like to see what you look like?" he asked, maneuvering a
   mirror into view.

   The image that was reflected shocked and horrified me.

   Appearing in the mirror was a dull metallic skull. Wires and cables were
   coming out of the back of it. There were no eyes, no nose. No lips,
   either.

   It was not a full skull, in the sense that it was solid. There were parts
   of it which were devoid of metal. The reflected image of me opened its
   mouth and stuck out its tongue.

   The tongue was a cage which writhed around. It had very tiny wires and
   cables embedded beneath the caging. As the mouth closed I noticed gears
   moving inside the skull.

   I stopped the playback and minimized the window.

   Whether all of this which had happened to me the past four days was a
   dream before suddenly seemed all too real, now.

   I really was an android.

   I tried thinking back to last year at some random moment. Another image
   appeared.

   It was Jared and I after jogging one weekend afternoon.

   There was Jared, hunched over grabbing his breath after the run. I was
   just laying on the ground relaxing.

   "You must be a superman or something," he told me.

   "What makes you say that," I said; springing up.

   Jared still has his hands on his legs trying to regain his strength. "Look
   at you man!" he said. "You haven't even broken a sweat, and we just got
   done running 5 miles!"

   "Good genes," I told him.

   "Must be!"

   I don't know why, but for some reason Jared and I didn't run much after
   that. I was always too busy or something.

   I looked over at Julie; she had fallen asleep. Reaching over, I turned off
   the light, gave her a kiss, and laid back down.

   I didn't go to sleep that night, but stayed up reflecting over my past
   life. Julie experienced REM three times that night. The last dream she had
   must have been good since she had an orgasm during it.

   I wondered what she was dreaming about. Would I ever dream again, too?

   I spent the rest of the night watching more and more memories replayed in
   my mind; concentrating on the most earliest of ones.

   Dr. Jonas Carson was the man who designed me for DARPA. I learned I was
   designed as a military drone; an expendable soldier.

   Congress figured they could mass-produce androids like myself for less
   money than it cost to train and support a human counterpart. An obedient
   being, one who didn't question authority; or orders.

   Vice-President Gore found out about the project, and persuaded President
   Clinton to steamroller it, I learned. Gore felt the technology and money
   used to develop me could be spent better helping the poor.

   I no longer had a purpose. Dr. Carson was ordered to dismantle me but
   instead of doing so, he added some new programming and escorted me out of
   the building, passing me off as a visitor, on August 7th, 1997 with one
   directive. Fall in love with the first woman I met.

   The rest, as they say, is history.

   But did I love Julie? Did I truly love her, or was I just programmed to
   love her since she was the first woman I met in that grocery store.

   At least I also learned what my cum was, and where it came from; so this
   evening wasn't a total waste. It was a synthetic protein viscous fluid,
   with gelatinous properties. There was a liter container in my lower
   abdomen which contained it. Now, if only I knew where to find some more!
   :)

   About this time, Julie's alarm clock went off. It was 6 o'clock a.m.

   She reached over to turn off the alarm. I was laying on my side just
   admiring her majestic beauty.

   "Hmmm. Good morning," she said, reaching over to kiss me. "Did you have a
   good night?" she asked.

   "It was wonderful, thank you." I said.

   "Wanna fuck?" she asked.

   I stroked her hair as I told her I couldn't. She was visibly disappointed,
   but said, "oh well," and got up to go to the bathroom.

   I got up to go downstairs to get the morning paper which had arrived about
   20 minutes ago.

   As I got my robe on to walk downstairs, Julie walked up behind me, put her
   arms around my waist, grabbed my cock and said, "Tonight though, right?"

   "We'll see," I replied, gently moving her hand away so I could move.

   We went about our morning routines; with me reading the paper. She fixed
   herself a bagel and had some coffee. When she finished eating and getting
   dressed, I walked back upstairs to get ready.

   As I came back down, I kissed her on the cheek, and walked into the
   garage. I almost forgot about the urinalysis this morning as I unlocked
   the car door, but quickly remembered and walked over to the gallon of
   Arnie's urine sitting in the garage.

   It took a moment for me to bring up the courage to actually remove the
   cap. What I was about to do went against the core of my being, but I
   didn't see where I really had a choice.

   I lifted the jug up to my mouth and ingested approximately 16 oz. before I
   recapped the container and hid it.

   "FLUID RESERVOIR: 23% FULL" flashed like clockwork in front of me.

   It tasted like shit. No, it tasted like piss. If I could gag, I probably
   would've.

   I got into work about 8 o'clock that morning and walked over to my desk.
   While I was booting up my computer, a man and a woman approached my cube
   from behind.

   "Mr. Collins?" the woman said.

   "Yes?"

   "I'm Janet Roberts and this is Marcus Trent. We're with Dynatech labs,"
   she said. "We'd like you to come with us if you don't mind."

   They walked me outside to the bathroom and the man, Marcus, gently forced
   me inside while the woman waited outside.

   "Take this," he said, handing me a plastic container. "Piss in this, this
   is for a drug test."

   "Aren't you going to leave?" I asked him.

   "Nope, can't." he said.

   I had this fuckit attitude. I didn't really care much anymore. I stood in
   front of him, unzipped my pants and whipped my cock right out.

   I could tell he was a little uncomfortable.

   "Your mother black," he asked me, looking at my cock resting in the cup I
   was holding.

   "No, why do you ask?" I said.

   "Just wondering."

   "By the way, how much do you want?" I asked.

   "As much as you can give," he responded.

   "Well, I can give you about 16 oz.'s worth, but I don't think this
   container will hold that much." I said chuckling.

   "Then just fill it," he replied, making a conscious effort of looking me
   in my eyes.

   I filled about 4 ounces of Arnie's urine into the container and handed it
   to him. As he took it, I walked to the urinal and expelled the remaining
   twelve ounces I had consumed earlier.

   When I walked out of the bathroom, I saw those two had left already, So I
   decided to get into the staircase and walk downstairs.

   I stopped at the second floor. This was the floor for SynChem, a chemical
   research company.

   As I opened the door, I saw Lisa sitting at her receptionist's desk.

   "Hi, Mike!" she said, standing up to greet me. "What brings you down
   here?"

   "Is Tracy in?" I asked her.

   "She is!" she said, enthusiastically. "Go ahead and have a seat, I'll page
   her."

   As I sat down and flipped through a copy of Omni on the table, I could
   hear Lisa talking to Tracy on the phone.

   "Loverboy is here," she told Lisa, whispering.

   "Mark?" Tracy asked.

   "Think again."

   "Jack?"

   "Think again. Hint, 6'2"."

   "Alex?"

   "Nope!" Lisa said, giggling. "Hint, muscular. Brown hair, blue eyes.
   Gorgeous dimples."

   I felt like blushing hearing Tracy describe myself to Lisa on the other
   end.

   "Mike?" Tracy said.

   "Bingo!"

   Twenty seconds later, the door flung opened as Lisa was trying to compose
   herself, and catch her breath.

   "Mike!" she exclaimed. "So good to see you! Come on back!" she motioned
   for me to follow.

   We walked back to her area on the far side of the office. It had black
   wooden tables with test-tubes, Bunsen burners, and equipment spread about.

   "Hey," I said, sitting up on a table.

   "What's up?" she replied, unbuttoning the top button in her blouse.

   "If I give you something, do you think you can tell me what it is, or even
   duplicate it?" I asked.

   "Sure!" she exclaimed, clasping her hands together. "We can duplicate just
   about any chemical compound. What's up?"

   "Can I borrow a large test tube?" I asked her.

   She handed me the largest test tube she had. I reached over to give her a
   peck on the cheek. "I'll be right back," I told her.

   I walked outside her office to the bathroom in the hall. I made my way to
   the farthest stall; closed, and locked the door.

   I unzipped my pants, uncapped the tube, and set it under my cock.
   Concentrating, I slowly deposited cum into the tube, filling it up about
   half way.

   "SEMINAL RESERVOIR: 4%" appeared in red after I was finished.

   I recapped the tube, and set it in my breast pocket; put my cock back in
   my pants, and then zipped them back up.

   I walked back into the SynChem offices, waved to Lisa, and walked back to
   Tracy's area.

   She took her safety goggles off as she saw me approach, and I reached into
   my shirt pocket and handed her the tube.

   "Mike, it looks like cum!" she said, stirring the contents centrifugal.

   "It's not, trust me."

   "What is it?" she asked, holding it up to the light.

   "I can't tell you," I said; walking over to look at the contents with her
   through the light.

   "Well, I'll analyze it, see what it is, and see if we can dupe it. How
   much do you want?"

   "A liter, at least - possibly two." I replied.

   "A liter!" she exclaimed. "That's going to depend on how complicated a
   compound this stuff is! What's in it for me?" she asked.

   "Gratitude?" I asked.

   "I'll settle for you just buying me lunch." she said.

   "Deal," I said waving good-bye to her.

   I walked back up the stairs to the 16th floor, and sat back down at my
   desk.

   Arnie was in his cube typing away at his keyboard.

   We had a code freeze meeting at 10 which was boring as hell. Scott didn't
   do anything for the meeting except ask us all where we were with our
   modules. A build was scheduled to begin at 1pm, after lunch so the rest of
   the morning was pretty boring after I checked the rest of my modules into
   CVS.

   I purposely tried to avoid Arnie for most of the morning. He stepped over
   to try to chat with me on a couple of occasions; each time I picked up the
   phone to either check my voice mail (which I had none) or call Julie at
   BellSouth.

   Julie, it turned out, was having a very bad day. Her supervisor, whom she
   liked, was fired abruptly this morning and the replacement they sent was
   already turning her department upside down.

   I consoled her as best as I could over the phone and promised her a
   wonderful evening tonight to take away her worries.

   Around 12:30, Tracy called me from downstairs.

   "Your stuff is ready," she said.

   "Already?" I asked enthusiastically.

   "Yeah, it was a pretty simple compound."

   She went on to explain that she didn't quite know what it was, but that
   she did confirm it was a water soluble, synthetic protein based compound.

   "Is it toxic," I asked.

   "Hardly - it's essentially the stuff they use in the foodservice industry
   to aid in confectionery preparation."

   "Cool!" I said. "Be right up!"

   I jetted out of the office and went down to the 2nd floor in the elevator.

   As I walked into SynChem, Lisa picked up the phone.

   "She'll be right out," she told me setting the phone down.

   "Excellent!"

   Lisa was just about to ask me what I had Tracy do for me when the bell
   saved me by a phone call she had.

   A moment later while Lisa was still on the phone, Tracy walked out with
   two boxes.

   "What are those?" I asked.

   "Six liters of your secret stuff," she said.

   "Six," I said surprised.

   "Yeah, it took only a few more minutes to make the extra four than it did
   the first two."

   "Cool!" I said. "How much do I owe you?"

   "How about lunch?"

   "Can't," I said. "We have a build beginning in a half-hour. How about
   tomorrow?"

   "Great!" she said, handing me the boxes.

   I went back upstairs and set the boxes under my desk.

   I was filled with anticipation with the thought of having to fill myself
   back up.

   I reached down to open one of the boxes, and picked up one of the bottles.
   The bottles had a SynChem label on them which said, "SynChem - Synthetic
   Semen - Part No. 9002-3927"

   I froze.

   "What's that?" Arnie said, surprising me. I didn't notice him walking into
   my cube.

   "Nothing!" I said, quickly putting the bottle away, stowing the box back
   under my desk.

   "Hey," he said. "I'm going down the street to Mellow Mushroom. Wanna join
   me?"

   "Can't. Have to finish up some things," I replied, turning my back to him.

   Arnie walked away, as I picked up the phone to call Tracy.

   "What's up with the label," I asked her, as she answered her extension.

   "Hey," she said happily. "The stuff you gave me, it was already
   cataloged." she said. "We manufacture it for a sex-toy distributor in
   Amsterdam. That's just the label the computer printed out automatically."

   "Oh," I said.

   "Where'd you get that, anyway?" she asked.

   "Julie asked me to ask you about it." I told her, lying.

   "Sounds like Julie is into some kinky shit, if you ask me." she said.

   "Heh," I said quietly. "Thanks again."

   She acknowledged the favor and we hung up the phone.

   I started to shut down my computer and go home for the day when Scott
   walked up to my cube.

   "What are you doing," he asked me.

   "I'm not feeling very well, gonna finish the day at home if that's ok with
   you." I asked him.

   "Yeah whatever," he told me. "By the way, we got the results back from
   your drug test earlier today."

   "And?"

   "You still have a job." he replied.

   "Thanks," I said; picking up the boxes and walking past him.

   Traffic was backed up for miles on 400 going home. The drive took me about
   an hour to go all of 15 miles. I brought the boxes inside, and set them on
   the counter and paused for a while trying to figure out how I was going to
   refill my reservoir for Julie.

   I skimmed through some of the earlier memories and found several scenes
   where technicians were actually assembling me.

   My cock was actually part of a mechanism which was inserted into my hip
   cavity, but in order for it to be removed, my legs had to be detached from
   my hip, first.

   I brought the cases downstairs, stepped out of my pants and underwear, and
   hopped up on the table.

   I depressed an area at the top of where a human's hamstring muscle would
   normally be and my right leg easily came off.

   I repeated this process for my left leg and set them beside me.

   I immediately started to fall back and had to position my left arm behind
   me to support myself. Realizing this was an awkward position, I pushed
   myself to lean up against the wall.

   There were several screws holding my pelvis to my hip. Fortunately, a
   Phillips screwdriver was within arm's reach, and I carefully removed the
   eight screws holding my pelvis in place setting them next to me.

   Alarms were flashing all around in front of me warning me of system
   failures throughout. My diagnostic and status screens kept popping up
   obstructing my view. It was a conscious effort just to keep them minimized
   so they wouldn't distract me.

   I don't think I was designed to be as cogniscent of my self as I had
   become.

   I lifted my pelvis from me. There was a thin, plastic tube, which ran up
   inside of me. It had a one-way connector on it. Attached to several areas
   were about twenty wires. Slowly I disconnected each wire, making note of
   where each one was connected.

   Next, I carefully unscrewed the connector on the tube and realized this
   was the tube for my fluid reservoir which must be located further up
   inside me somewhere. Holding my pelvis upside down, resting my cock and
   balls on my stomach so I could get a better look inside, I saw there was a
   square plastic container with a screwtop lid behind some mechanics. The
   container had a hand-written label on it which said in script, "Seminal
   Reservoir."

   I lifted up the container and noticed another tube with a screwcap feeding
   into the same box where the other tube I had noticed before was. Being
   careful not to pull anything loose, I unscrewed the cap and poured some of
   the contents into my hand.

   It looked like a glop of cum alright, and was just as sticky.

   I grabbed one of the bottles Tracy had given me earlier today and slowly
   unscrewed the cap and began pouring the contents into the plastic
   container, being careful not to spill anything.

   Slowly I screwed the cap back on and set the container back in its place.

   Carefully I reattached the wires. When I finished connecting the last one,
   a green text message flashed.

   "SEMINAL PUMP PRIMING - PLEASE WAIT"

   "What was this?" I wondered.

   Before I could finish the thought, I heard the pump inside my pelvis start
   up. By the time it finished, there was a large glop of cum flowing down my
   stomach.

   "SEMINAL RESERVOIR: 100%" flashed in green.

   "Great," I thought to myself, wiping the goop up with my hand.

   I carefully set my pelvis back into my hip cavity, and screwed it back in
   place.

   Next, I picked up my legs, which were as limp as a marionette, and
   reattached them.

   As soon as each leg was attached, it became stiff and then controllable
   again.

   I was beginning to like my body - as awkward as it was to maintain
   sometimes.

   What I needed was a manual!

   Having reattached all pieces to my body, I jumped off the table and pulled
   my pants back on.

   "I've got to find this Dr. Carson," I thought to myself.

   Getting dressed again, I set the boxes on an empty shelf in the basement,
   sat down at my computer, and proceeded to logon to the Internet.

   I connected to MetaCrawler to do websearch for "DARPA Model 1 Prototype
   Combat Android" but only turned up three results. A book about air combat,
   something totally unrelated, and the home-page for DARPA.

   Next, I tried searching for Dr. Jonas Carson, while yielding 19 results,
   none of which appeared relevant.

   "Fuck it," I thought to myself. I called DARPA directly.

   "DARPA switchboard," the woman on the other end answered.

   "Dr. Jonas Carson," I said.

   "Do you know what department he works in?"

   "No."

   She sounded audibly irritated as she told me to hold on while she checked
   her directory.

   She came back on the phone a moment later, gave me his phone number, and
   proceeded to connect me.

   I was starting to feel nervous, when red text suddenly flashed in front of
   me, "POWER LEVELS FLUCTUATING".

   Suddenly, the phone stopped ringing, and a deep-voice came on the line.

   "This is Dr. J. I'm not available to take your call. At the tone record
   your message, and I'll return your call as quickly as possible."

   I hung up the phone as the beep started. I couldn't go through with this
   just yet.

   What if I was found out? What if the Government wanted me back? What if I
   was disassembled?

   I needed help, though!

   Nervously, I redialed the digits. It seemed like the ringing of the phone
   on the other end lasted for hours.

   "Hello?" a voice said, picking up the other end.

   I paused.

   "Hello?" it repeated, sounding more irritated.

   "Dr. Carson?" I replied.

   "Yes," it answered.

   "This is Michael Collins." I said.

   Silence.

   "Oh my God," he replied. "Can't talk here. Call me at this number in 30
   minutes," he went on to say, giving me a new telephone number, then
   slamming the phone down.

   I slowly set the phone back down on its cradle, got up, and paced the
   floor.

   I probably walked a mile pacing back and forth in my basement, thinking of
   what I was going to say.

   I did it, though. I had contacted my creator!

   Forty minutes had passed, and I 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?" he asked.

   "Yes."

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

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

   "I bet you do."

   We talked for the next four hours. I explained to him the events leading
   up to my call. My 'failure' on Y2K, my job, my life. Julie.

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

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

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

   Turned out he had about just as many questions for me, as I did for him.

   He sounded genuinely surprised that I've done so well in my life.

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

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

   "Would you like to come to Atlanta," I asked him.

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

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

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

   I gave him the directions to our house, hung up the phone, and went
   upstairs.

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

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

   "Hey," she said.

   I set the still folded blanket down on the bed as I sat next to her,
   placing my hand on her arm.

   "How was your day?" I asked.

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

   I 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," I said.

   "Wow," she exclaimed. "Cool!"

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

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

   "Whacha fixing?" she asked me.

   "Chicken," I told her.

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

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

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

   "Would you answer it," I asked her.

   She smiled, got up, and went to the front door to answer it. I 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."

   I stepped out from behind the wall, behind Julie.

   "Michael," he said proudly.

   "Let him in Jules," I said.

   Julie opened the door and invited him in. He walked towards me, but
   instinctively I took a step back. A wave of fear and anxiety fell over me.

   "Ignore him," Julie said; escorting Dr. Carson into the living room.

   I followed, and sat down on the couch across from him. Julie sat down next
   to me.

   "You look good, Michael." he said.

   "Thank you," I said; my arms resting on my legs.

   "How do you know Michael, Dr. Carson?" Julie asked.

   "Oh, we go back a long way, I guess." he replied.

   "Julie, Dr. Carson created me." I told her.

   He shifted in his seat as I said this. "You told her?" he asked.

   "Let's just say I found out a few days ago," she said.

   "Ah! Yes, the Y2K bug," he said.

   We stayed up talking about him, me, DARPA, and just about everything else
   until about midnight when Julie, visibly tired, excused herself to go to
   bed.

   "I've got some things for you," he told me.

   "Oh?"

   "Walk with me out to my truck," he asked.

   We went outside. As he lowered the back of his truck, there were several
   large boxes and a trunk inside. I helped him carry everything into the
   house.

   "Is there a place where we can set this stuff down?" he asked.

   "The basement," I said. "Follow me."

   We went downstairs, and he seemed genuinely impressed at Julie's and my
   setup which we had.

   We finished getting the rest of the things out of his truck and both
   retreated downstairs.

   "Can I examine you?" he asked.

   "What type of examination," I said nervously.

   "Just an overall checkup. Here, sit on the table," he said, patting his
   hand down on my workbench motioning for me to get up.

   I hopped up on the table. I kinda felt like I was in a Doctor's office
   getting an examination. I guess in a way I was.

   "Remove your shirt for me and lay down," he asked.

   I complied; unbuttoning my shirt and setting it next to me.

   He opened one of his boxes and removed a long tool which looked like a
   screwdriver, with a funny tip on the end. He inserted the tool into my
   bellybutton about an inch, and turned it counter-clockwise.

   A seam formed, outlining my stomach and abdomen; and he lifted the tool
   which took another cover off of my body.

   I sat up slightly so I could look inside.

   There was a rather large white, plastic container.

   "That must be my fluid reservoir," I said pointing at the container in my
   thorax.

   "Yes, it is!" Jonas said dynamically. "And this is your waste disposal
   unit," he said; pointing to a cylindrical device resting next to the
   container.

   Behind the two containers were thick bundles of wires and tubes running
   all throughout.

   Upon inspecting my torso, Dr. Carson pressed his hands against the sides
   of my ribs, exposing my chest.

   Next, he reached into his box, pulled out a hex-driver, leaned over me as
   he flipped my power switch. "Sleep tight," I heard him say as everything
   went black.

   I awoke to find myself standing upright, naked; next to the table. Julie
   was again, sitting at her keyboard. It was daylight outside, and Dr.
   Carson was standing behind me; his hands in my back.

   "What happened?" I asked.

   "Good afternoon!" he said, poking his head around from behind my back.

   "What time is it?" I asked.

   "It's 4:14pm."

   "Fuck! What about work?" I asked, rather pissed.

   "Shhhh," Julie said. "I called you in sick with the flu."

   "How long have I been out?"

   "For about 14 hours," he told me.

   "What did you do to me?" I asked.

   "We gave you some upgrades," Julie said pushing herself away from her
   desk.

   "I thought you went to sleep," I told her.

   She walked up to me and ran her hands down my arms. "I tried to," she
   said. "But I couldn't sleep. I walked downstairs looking for you and
   noticed Dr. Carson here working on you so I offered to help."

   "You've got a wonderful woman here, Michael." Dr. Carson said, closing the
   access panel in my back.

   "Wanna see all that we've given you?" Julie asked gleefully.

   "Sure." `

   She then sat back down at her computer, and plugged in a small box with a
   flexible antenna to our hub for our home network.

   She pressed some keys then all of a sudden I was able to move again.

   "Wow!" I said, surprised. "How did you do that?"

   "I've fitted you with a wireless Ethernet transceiver," Dr. Carson said.
   "Pull up your diagnostics window and look at the dmesg boot history."

   I did as he suggested and found the logfile. I hadn't noticed it before,
   but it revealed many wondrous things!
    

+----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|Copyright (c) 1982, 1986, 1989, 1991, 1993                                              |
|The Regents of the University of California. All rights reserved.                       |
|DBSD 4.0-MOPCA+DARPA #2: Mon Jan 5 06:54:39 GMT 2000                                    |
|jrc@mocpa.berkeley.darpa.gov:/usr/src/sys/compile/MOPCA                                 |
|CPU0: Motorola MC68240 (666.67-MHz CPU)                                                 |
|CPU1: Motorola MC68240 (666.67-MHz CPU)                                                 |
|CPU2: Motorola MC68240 (666.67-MHz CPU)                                                 |
|CPU3: Motorola MC68240 (666.67-MHz CPU)                                                 |
|CPU4: Motorola MC68240 (666.67-MHz CPU)                                                 |
|CPU5: Motorola MC68240 (666.67-MHz CPU)                                                 |
|CPU6: Motorola MC68240 (666.67-MHz CPU)                                                 |
|CPU7: Motorola MC68240 (666.67-MHz CPU)                                                 |
|Origin = "Motorola" Id = 0xff2                                                          |
|Total SMP Processor Speed: 5.34GHz                                                      |
|real memory = 4294967296 (4194304K bytes)                                               |
|Preloaded elf kernel "vmunix" at 0xffffffffa0                                           |
|Probing for devices on PCMCIA bus 0:                                                    |
|cel0: <Motorola Pocket CelModem> rev 0x00 int c irq 9 on pcmcia0.9.0                    |
|Probing for devices on PCI bus 0:                                                       |
|xwl0: <3Com Wireless 3c905B-TX Fast Etherlink XL> rev 0x24 int a irq 11 on pci0.11.0    |
|xwl0: Ethernet address: 00:10:5a:09:d1:71                                               |
|xwl0: autoneg complete, link status good (half-duplex, 2Mbps)                           |
|Probing for devices on PCI bus 1:                                                       |
| raid0: <DARPA RAID50 2Tb Array> rev 0x00 int a irq 10 on pci 10.1                      |
| raid0.0: <DARPA MICRO RAID5 128Gb Array: SCSI FWD> rev 0x02 int b irq 10 on pci1.10.1.0|
| raid0.1: <DARPA MICRO RAID5 128Gb Array: SCSI FWD> rev 0x02 int c irq 10 on pci1.10.1.1|
| raid0.2: <DARPA MICRO RAID5 128Gb Array: SCSI FWD> rev 0x02 int d irq 10 on pci1.10.1.2|
| raid0.3: <DARPA MICRO RAID5 128Gb Array: SCSI FWD> rev 0x02 int e irq 10 on pci1.10.1.3|
| raid0.4: <DARPA MICRO RAID5 128Gb Array: SCSI FWD> rev 0x02 int f irq 10 on pci1.10.1.4|
| raid0.5: <DARPA MICRO RAID5 128Gb Array: SCSI FWD> rev 0x02 int b irq 10 on pci1.10.1.5|
| raid0.6: <DARPA MICRO RAID5 128Gb Array: SCSI FWD> rev 0x02 int c irq 10 on pci1.10.1.6|
| raid0.7: <DARPA MICRO RAID5 128Gb Array: SCSI FWD> rev 0x02 int d irq 10 on pci1.10.1.7|
| raid0.8: <DARPA MICRO RAID5 128Gb Array: SCSI FWD> rev 0x02 int e irq 10 on pci1.10.1.8|
| raid0.9: <DARPA MICRO RAID5 128Gb Array: SCSI FWD> rev 0x02 int f irq 10 on pci1.10.1.9|
| raid0.a: <DARPA MICRO RAID5 128Gb Array: SCSI FWD> rev 0x02 int b irq 10 on pci1.10.1.a|
| raid0.b: <DARPA MICRO RAID5 128Gb Array: SCSI FWD> rev 0x02 int c irq 10 on pci1.10.1.b|
| raid0.c: <DARPA MICRO RAID5 128Gb Array: SCSI FWD> rev 0x02 int d irq 10 on pci1.10.1.c|
| raid0.d: <DARPA MICRO RAID5 128Gb Array: SCSI FWD> rev 0x02 int e irq 10 on pci1.10.1.d|
| raid0.e: <DARPA MICRO RAID5 128Gb Array: SCSI FWD> rev 0x02 int f irq 10 on pci1.10.1.e|
| raid0.f: <DARPA MICRO RAID5 128Gb Array: SCSI FWD> rev 0x02 int b irq 10 on pci1.10.1.f|
|Probing for devices on aux bus 0:                                                       |
|  bus0: <Systems Bus: Audio Input Subsystem> on aux0                                    |
|  bus1: <Systems Bus: Visual Input Subsystem> on aux0                                   |
|  bus2: <Systems Bus: Audio Output Subsystem> on aux0                                   |
|  bus3: <Systems Bus: Speech Control Subsystem> on aux0                                 |
|  bus4: <Systems Bus: Power Control Subsystem> on aux0                                  |
|  bus5: <Systems Bus: Fluid Waste Processing Subsystem> on aux0                         |
|  bus6: <Systems Bus: Solid Waste Processing Subsystem> on aux0                         |
|  bus7: <Systems Bus: Motor Control Subsystem: Head> on aux0                            |
|  bus8: <Systems Bus: Motor Control Subsystem: Neck> on aux0                            |
|  bus9: <Systems Bus: Motor Control Subsystem: Shoulder: Left> on aux0                  |
|  busa: <Systems Bus: Motor Control Subsystem: Shoulder: Right> on aux0                 |
|  busb: <Systems Bus: Motor Control Subsystem: Limbs: Left Arm> on aux0                 |
|  busc: <Systems Bus: Motor Control Subsystem: Limbs: Right Arm> on aux0                |
|  busd: <Systems Bus: Motor Control Subsystem: Chest> on aux0                           |
|  buse: <Systems Bus: Motor Control Subsystem: Waist and Hip> on aux0                   |
|  busf: <Systems Bus: Motor Control Subsystem: Pelvis> on aux0                          |
| bus10: <Systems Bus: Motor Control Subsystem: Limbs: Left Leg> on aux0                 |
| bus11: <Systems Bus: Motor Control Subsystem: Limbs: Right Leg> on aux0                |
| bus12: <Systems Bus: Guidance Control Subsystem> on aux0                               |
| bus13: <Systems Bus: Balance Control Subsystem> on aux0                                |
| bus14: <Systems Bus: Diagnostic Control Subsystem> on aux0                             |
| bus15: <Systems Bus: External Control Interface Subsystem> on aux0                     |
| bus16: <Systems Bus: Memory Review and Playback Subsystem> on aux0                     |
| bus17: <Systems Bus: Logic and Reasoning Subsystem> on aux0                            |
| bus18: <Systems Bus: Ego Subsystem> on aux0                                            |
| bus19: <Systems Bus: Conscious Subsystem> on aux0                                      |
| bus1a: <Systems Bus: Autonomic Subsystem> on aux0                                      |
| bus1b: <Systems Bus: Unconscious Subsystem> on aux0                                    |
| bus1c: <Systems Bus: Communications Control Subsystem> on aux0                         |
| bus1d: <Systems Bus: Self Awareness Control Subsystem> on aux0                         |
| bus1e: <Systems Bus: Self Protection Control Subsystem> on aux0                        |
| bus1f: <Systems Bus: Personality Control Subsystem> on aux0                            |
|npx0 on motherboard                                                                     |
|npx0: INT 16 interface                                                                  |
|Now mounting volumes:                                                                   |
| /                         on /dev/raid0a ... SUCCESSFUL                                |
| /usr                      on /dev/raid0c ... SUCCESSFUL                                |
| /var                      on /dev/raid0d ... SUCCESSFUL                                |
| /tmp                      on /dev/raid0e ... SUCCESSFUL                                |
| /proc                     on /dev/proc0  ... SUCCESSFUL                                |
| /Michael                  on /dev/raid0f ... SUCCESSFUL                                |
| /Michael/bin              on /dev/raid0g ... SUCCESSFUL                                |
| /Michael/memory           on /dev/raid0h ... SUCCESSFUL                                |
| /Michael/memory/shortterm on /dev/raid0i ... SUCCESSFUL                                |
| /Michael/memory/longterm  on /dev/raid0j ... SUCCESSFUL                                |
| /Michael/etc              on /dev/raid0k ... SUCCESSFUL                                |
| /Michael/proc             on /dev/proc1  ... SUCCESSFUL                                |
| /home                     on /dev/raid0l ... SUCCESSFUL                                |
| /Michael/config           on /dev/raid0m ... SUCCESSFUL                                |
| /Michael/dumps            on /dev/raid0n ... SUCCESSFUL                                |
| /Michael/debug            on /dev/raid0o ... SUCCESSFUL                                |
| /Micahel/corebin          on /dev/raid0p ... SUCCESSFUL                                |
| /Michael/systemdata       on /dev/raid0q ... SUCCESSFUL                                |
| /DMOPCA                   on /dev/raid0r ... FAILED: mountpoint nonexistent            |
| /DMOPCA/instructions      on /dev/raid0s ... FAILED: mountpoint nonexistent            |
| /DMOPCA/memory            on /dev/raid0t ... FAILED: mountpoint nonexistent            |
|Now starting daemons...                                                                 |
| bootstrap ... SUCCESSFUL                                                               |
| vmmanager ... SUCCESSFUL                                                               |
| gpsd      ... SUCCESSFUL                                                               |
| inetd     ... SUCCESSFUL                                                               |
| michaeld  ... SUCCESSFUL                                                               |
| dmopca    ... FAILED: path not found                                                   |
|                                                                                        |
|"Michael Collins" Auxilliary Personality ... LOADED                                     |
|Michael Collins Personality                                                             |
|Copyright (c) 1997 Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency                            |
|CLASSIFIED - NOT FOR EXPORT                                                             |
|Initializing Audio Input Subsystem                                                      |
|Initializing Video Input Subsystem                                                      |
|Initializing Audio Output Subsystem                                                     |
|Initializing Speech Control Subsystem                                                   |
|Initializing Power Control Subsystem                                                    |
|Initializing Fluid Waste Processing Subsystem                                           |
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|Power: Bus 0: 47.974 vdc                                                                |
|Power: Bus 1: -48.1 vdc                                                                 |
|Power: Bus 2: 24.2 vdc                                                                  |
|Power: Bus 3: -21.675 vdc                                                               |
|Power: Bus 4: 12.01 vdc                                                                 |
|Power: Bus 5: -12.0 vdc                                                                 |
|Power: Bus 6: 5.25 vdc                                                                  |
|Power: Bus 7: -4.9875vdc                                                                |
|Power: Bus 8: 117.14 vac                                                                |
|Power: Bus 9: 117.13 vac                                                                |
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|CPU0 Temp: 98.6 deg. F                                                                  |
|CPU1 Temp: 98.5 deg. F                                                                  |
|CPU2 Temp: 99.2 deg. F                                                                  |
|CPU3 Temp: 98.7 deg. F                                                                  |
|CPU4 Temp: 98.6 deg. F                                                                  |
|CPU5 Temp: 98.6 deg. F                                                                  |
|CPU6 Temp: 98.7 deg. F                                                                  |
|CPU7 Temp: 99.0 deg. F                                                                  |
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|Fluid Reservoir: 0%                                                                     |
|Seminal Reservoir: 100%                                                                 |
|Solid Waste Reservoir: 1%                                                               |
|Hydraulic Pressure: Nominal                                                             |
|Oil Pressure: Nominal                                                                   |
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|% Free Disk: 87                                                                         |
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|Sending Android WakeUp Signal..........                                                 |
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   "I'm looking at it now," I said. "It looks complicated."

   "You're a complicated being," Dr. Carson told me.

   "Some things failed." I said, noticing the several FAILED lines in the log
   file.

   "I know. I removed the combat personality," Dr. Carson said.

   "You've also upgraded my CPUs," I said.

   "Yes, tripling your processing power. But just in your core. Your
   subsystems still have their originals."

   "What's the cel0 device for?"

   "Ah!" Julie said. "That's my favorite! Watch."

   She picked up the phone and dialed a number.

   "INCOMING VOICE CALL" flashed in green in front of me.

   "Woah," I said out loud. "How do I answer it?"

   "Just think about answering the phone and it should stop ringing."

   I did as Dr. Carson suggested. "Hello," I said out loud.

   "You don't need to speak out loud to answer your phone," she told me.
   "Your audio input, output, and speech control subsystems are tied into the
   phone."

   Julie hung up the phone, and hooked up our old sportster modem.

   "Now, check this out," she said grinningly as I heard the modem dial.

   "INCOMING DATA CALL" flashed in green in front of me.

   A small terminal window appeared in front of me.

   Julie entered some keystrokes and logged in.

   I could see everything she was typing. It was fantastic! Then, before I
   knew it, Julie had accessed my maintenance and diagnostic systems and
   without notice, I was standing on one leg.

   "Hey!" I said disgruntled. "I don't think I like this."

   "You can set it not to auto-answer if you wish," Dr. Carson said. "In
   fact, I recommend that. Also, be careful what you use it for; it is a
   cellphone, and you will receive the bill. It's more designed for emergency
   communications."

   "What's gpsd," I asked - looking back over the logfile.

   "I installed a GPS Receiver in your back," Dr. Carson said. "Now you'll
   never get lost!"

   "Cool."

   "Wanna surf the Internet," he asked.

   "How?"

   "Well, your cell-modem will give you a 33.6kbps PPP connection to your
   ISP; but your built-in Ethernet transceiver is connecting you to your home
   LAN here, too. Think about surfing the Internet and watch what happens."

   I did as instructed and mentally thought about surfing the Internet. A
   window appeared, somewhat blocking my vision.

   "Netscape Navigator!" I said cheerfully. "But how?"

   "It's open-source now," he said. "I compiled it for your architecture and
   added the necessary interface hooks to its API. Go to an address!"

   I thought about going to Yahoo! Almost immediately the webpage loaded.

   "That was fast," I said.

   "Yeah, you're tied into your cablemodem here at the house."

   "Awesome!" I said happily. "Any other surprises," I asked; closing the
   window.

   "In due time," he said.

   I reached for my pants which were set on the table, put them on, and
   walked upstairs.

   Julie and Dr. Carson followed me upstairs shortly after I left the
   basement.

   "Can I fix you something Doctor," I asked as he and Julie entered the
   kitchen.

   "A ham and cheese sandwich would be fine, thank you."

   "Julie?" I inquired, turning to face her.

   "Nothing for me, hon." she replied.

   I prepared Dr. Carson's meal, and brought it into the living room where he
   and Julie were talking. As I handed him his plate, I sat down in my chair
   and listened.

   He was explaining to Julie the principals of my design.

   While still listening to them, I got up to look out the backdoor into the
   yard. There were squirrels chasing each other over a fresh layer of
   lightly packed snow.

   "Is everything alright," Julie said; getting up and placing her hand on my
   shoulder.

   "I was just wondering, why me?" I said aloud, turning to face Dr. Carson.

   "What do you mean?" he replied.

   "What made you come up with *me*?" I retorted.

   He sighed for a moment, setting his plate down on the coffee table. "Come
   over here and sit down," he said; patting the couch next to him motioning
   for me to come over.

   I sat down next to him, leaning over and resting my arms on my legs.

   "You are capable of much grander things," he told me. "I didn't want to
   see you blown up in Kosovo or some bullshit war like that. Had your
   project not been cancelled, you would have certainly been sent over
   there."

   "But I don't know what's real anymore," I told him.

   He moved to put his arm around my waist and pulled me in closer to him.

   "You are real! Your life is real," he said. "I gave you some minimal
   memories and broad direction. You've made your life your own."

   Julie came over to sit down next to me. Jonas removed his arm as Julie's
   took his place, pulling me close to her this time.

   "Honey, I love you," she said. "I loved you before we found out who and
   what you were. This fact doesn't change anything."

   "But I'm a machine!" I said loudly. "How can you love a toaster?"

   Dr. Carson got up and stood in front of me. "Stop thinking like that," he
   ordered. "I'm a machine, too." he said.

   "What?" I exclaimed.

   "So is Julie," he continued, waving his hands theatrically. "Humans are
   nothing more than a different kind of machine. I'm bio-electrical, you
   just happen to be Electro-mechanical."

   He was right, of course.

   "Look, kids, I've got to head back to Tennessee; but I think you're ready
   for the next level, Michael." he told me.

   I got up and walked with him to the door.

   "Thanks again for all you've done for me," I told him. "Will I ever see
   you again?"

   "Probably not," he said. "I've got cancer, and it's terminal."

   We hugged for what seemed like a long time, and slowly Dr. Carson turned
   and walked down the steps. I followed him and his car as he drove away. I
   felt a rush of sadness pour over me as I saw him drive away.

   I went back inside, sat down in my chair, and turned on the television. I
   wasn't really watching anything that was on, but was pondering the events
   which had happened in my life the past week.

   Julie came back into the living room sometime later and sat down in my lap
   on my chair. She wrapped her arms around my neck, reached over, and kissed
   me on the cheek.

   "You are so handsome when you're unplugged," she told me.

   "Uh, thank you, I suppose," I said.

   She got up and walked into the other room. When she returned, she had our
   pillows from the bed, and several blankets.

   "What are you doing with those?" I asked her as she unfolded the sofa bed
   in the living room.

   "I thought we'd stay in here and watch a movie," she continued, laying the
   blanket on top.

   "What movie did you have in mind?" I asked.

   "I was thinking The Companion," she said.

   The Companion was a story about a recluse author who purchases an android
   for companionship for her while she retreats to the wilderness to work on
   her book, and get over her boyfriend. Things go awry when she reprograms
   her android to go beyond it's programming.

   "Are you hinting at something here?" I asked her.

   She finished getting the bed ready and pulled me out of my chair.

   She took her shirt and shorts off and got down in the bed. I followed her
   lead, and took off my pants, and got in. She started the movie and
   snuggled up next to me as it started.

   We started to watch the movie. I had never seen it before, but it was kind
   of interesting.

   About an hour into the movie, the two principal characters, a female
   author and the male companion android, began to make love. Julie, who up
   to this point has had her head rested against my chest as her hand stroked
   my chest and torso as she watched the movie, let her right hand follow
   down my body until she gently grabbed the head of my cock in her fingers.

   "Woah," I said out loud, feeling a wave of pleasure rush over me.

   "What?" she asked. I could see her hand underneath the blanket
   masturbating herself.

   "That feels good," I told her as my cock began to get stiff.

   She got under the covers and maneuvered herself to my groin.

   I could feel her hair brush against my abdomen, gently tickling me. The
   next thing I knew, she guided my stiff cock into her mouth and wrapped her
   lips around it. I could feel her tongue lick my shaft as she took my
   entire cock into her mouth.

   With my cock fully enveloped by her lips, she massaged my balls as she
   continued to give me a blowjob there on the bed in the living room.

   Faster and faster her mouth moved up and down my piston to a rhythmic beat
   until I was brought to a point where I couldn't hold off any longer.

   "I'm coming," I whispered; my synthetic spew flowing into her mouth.

   Wave after wave; my seminal pumped primed from before, fed Julie's hungry
   mouth with my jism.

   "Mmmm," she moaned, swallowing the last drop. "It tastes different," she
   said. "Like when we first made love!"

   She took my semi-hard penis back in her mouth and slowly suckled. Her
   tongue licking my entire head. The sensations I felt were both intense and
   pleasurable, unlike nothing I'd felt before.

   When she finished, she crawled back up to lay next to me and we watched
   the rest of the movie.

   Of course, the ending somewhat disturbed me! Granted, the android
   character went totally ballistic, but did she really have to blow him in
   half? I couldn't help but shiver with discontent at watching that scene.

   Julie and I fell asleep together there on the sofa-bed in the living room.
   The previous evening was the first time I had actually slept since
   becoming self-aware of being an android. It's kind of hard to explain, but
   it felt refreshing.

   "Get up," she whispered to me, kissing me on the cheek to wake me up.

   I immediately opened my eyes and sat up. "What time is it?" I asked.

   "7:30."

   "Shit! I'm going to be late for work!" I exclaimed.

   Quickly I got up, ran upstairs, and took a shower. I didn't even bother to
   dry off completely as I threw on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt and ran
   downstairs.

   I kissed Julie good-bye and got in my car.

   I spent most of the drive into work reflecting on the past 36 hours and
   what purpose my life was to have now that I have discovered just what I
   was. Could I become a real-life Superman and try to fight crime - is that
   what my destiny was eventually to become?

   I quickly dispelled the thought not long after forming it and pulled into
   the parking garage.

   As I walked into the building I saw Tracy waiting for the elevator.

   "Hey! Where were you yesterday?" she asked as I walked up.

   "I was sick."

   "I missed you yesterday."

   "I know, I'm sorry," I told her. "Let's have lunch today. I want to thank
   you for the other day."

   The elevator opened inviting us, and the 10 other people, inside. She
   didn't say or do anything but smiled as we were pushed to the back.

   She got off at floor 2 and I continued upwards to the 16th floor as usual.
   I walked into the office and sat down at my desk and like clockwork, Arnie
   came over.

   "Where were you yesterday?" he asked.

   "I was sick."

   He had the look that someone gives you when they know you're full of shit
   but didn't say anything more.

   "Ever hear of the COG project?" he asked.

   "No," I replied, not really paying much attention to him. I finished
   logging into my computer and started sifting through my Email as Arnie was
   explaining to me that it was some anthropomorphic android project some
   research students were working on at some university.

   "Sounds interesting," I said half-listening.

   He did successfully pique my interest and I thought I'd try out my
   cell-modem which Dr. Carson had installed in my the previous day. I logged
   into my BellSouth.net account and brought up my own, internal, Netscape
   browser to do a search on it.

   However, Dr. Carson wasn't exaggerating when he mentioned the connection
   would be slow - 33.6kbps was as fast as I was getting and the project
   pages took an immensely long time to download.

   While reading up on COG, I logged into our development servers and began
   working. I didn't realize this, but I had totally ignored Arnie as he got
   frustrated I wasn't responding to him and walked away.

   Before I knew it, it was lunchtime. I snuck out of there as fast as I
   could and went down to the 2nd floor to see Tracy. As I walked into the
   SynChem office, she was talking to Lisa at the reception desk.

   "Hey!" she said gleefully, greeting me as I walked into the office. "I was
   just thinking about you."

   "I thought we'd go to T.G.I. Friday's for lunch," I suggested, walking
   over to the reception desk.

   "Perfect!" she said, grabbing hold of my arm, walking me out the door.

   We got into my car, and drove to T.G.I. Friday's. It was lunchtime, and as
   expected it was quite crowded.

   While we were waiting, I received a phone call on my internal cellphone.

   "INCOMING CALL" flashed in green in front of me.

   "Hello?" I said, answering the phone.

   "Hey, hon!" It was Julie. "I was just wondering, could you stop off at
   Kroger on the way home and pick up some milk? We're all out." she asked.

   "Sure thing," I told her.

   While Julie and I were talking on the cellphone, Tracy and I were carrying
   on a conversation about what we were both doing on New Years.

   "I was pretty much unconscious for most of the holiday," I told Tracy.

   "Sounds like you had too much to drink," she told me, squeezing my arm a
   little tighter as she kept her arm around me while we were waiting for a
   table.

   "No, that came later," I told her with an evil grin. If only she knew!

   We were finally shown a table. Julie was a little perturbed at how long it
   took for us to get seated, but I didn't mind the wait. Then again, she was
   probably hungry and I didn't have any need for food anymore.

   She ordered some quesidillas and I, a soup and salad.

   After the waiter left with our order, Tracy freaked the shit out of me by
   taking off her shoes in the restaurant, and placing her stockinged feet up
   into my crotch.

   I was startled and a bit shocked at this reaction from someone I'd only
   known platonically.

   "What are you doing?" I whispered to her.

   "Getting to know you a little better," she said; taking her second foot to
   massage my cock and balls with through my pants.

   I couldn't help but squirm. She was beautiful, and very sweet. After all,
   were it not for her Julie and I wouldn't have had any fun last night; but
   I loved Julie! I couldn't allow this to continue.

   "You don't like me?" she said as I changed positions in the booth to sit
   sideways and rest my feet on the bench.

   "I do!" I exclaimed. "It's not that! But I love Julie!"

   She looked visibly displeased at this revelation and we didn't say much
   for the next several minutes until our food arrived.

   While eating, we were both nervous at what had transpired moments earlier.
   She was visibly uneasy as she tried to make conversation with me by
   talking about the weather and politics. Turned out we both pretty much
   agreed on at least the politics part. She was a strong Gore supporter, and
   so was I (but I think for other reasons).

   While driving back, we didn't say much to each other; and we were
   completely silent as we entered the building and elevator.

   She got off at two, and I continued on upwards.

   About the 10th floor, I received another phone call on my internal
   cellphone.

   "Mike?" Julie said, sounding hysterical; not even waiting for me to say
   hello.

   "What's wrong?"

   "You need to come home now, there's an emergency," she said.

   "Ok, but how do you know? Are you home?"

   "Yes! I quit my job; and we've got a problem." she said.

   I walked briskly over to Scott's desk and told him I needed to go home. He
   was playing Chess on his laptop against his computer and just motioned his
   approval. He didn't say a word.

   "Ok," I told Julie. "I'm leaving now. Why did you quit your job?"

   "They were going to transfer me to level 1 technical support," she told
   me.

   "Well that's bullshit. Care to enlighten me as to what the emergency is?"
   I asked her.

   "You've got two visitors," she said.

   I became extremely nervous. "Do you think Dr. Carson said anything?" I
   asked her.

   "He did, they told me," she said.

   I raced home, averaging about 90 miles-per-hour up 400 to Alpharetta. Of
   course, the ironic thing is I wasn't going much faster than the flow of
   traffic. Fortunately traffic was moderately light since this wasn't rush
   hour.

   As I drove up to my house, I saw Dr. Carson's SUV parked in the driveway.
   Running into the kitchen after parking my car in the garage, I saw Julie
   sitting at the dining room table, her back to me. Across from her were two
   youths, a boy and a girl, who looked not much older than 16 or so.

   "What's going on?" I asked as Julie turned to face me.

   "Mike, meet Chip and Becky," Julie said.

   "Hey," I said. "So what's the emergency?"

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

   "The man you know as Dr. Carson ceased to function at 4:44am this
   morning," the boy said.

   "We were instructed beforehand to come to this address," the girl said.

   I 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.

   I brought my console to the foreground and accessed the file as she
   suggested. It was a letter to me 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," I said out loud, a moment after pulling up the file and reading it.

   "Who are they?" Julie asked me, grabbing my hand underneath the table.

   "Looks like they're Dr. Carson's... children," I said.

   "So they're your brother and sister?"

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

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

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

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

   "And you?" I said, looking at the girl.

   "Becky Carson, Sir."

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

   I 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; I brought up the rear. Julie escorted
   them to our work area and asked them to stand in front of the table.

   For a moment, I 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 me after powering
   up her PC.

   "What do you think?" she asked quietly.

   "Beats the shit out of me!" I 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." I said.

   Taking a deep breath, I 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, he unzipped the jumpsuit he
   was wearing and let it drop to the floor.

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

   "Hop up," I told him, patting the table.

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

   Looking closely, I could see the charged coupled device which converted
   the visible light into electronic impulses which he interpreted.

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

   "Squeeze my hand," I asked him as I took his right hand in mine forming a
   shake. As he shook my hand, I placed my left hand around his biceps as he
   squeezed.

   "Stop!" I exclaimed out loud as warning messages flashed and diagnostic
   screens appeared in front of me.

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

   "Chip, you were exceeding 500 pounds per square inch with that squeeze!" I
   said to both of them. "He was breaking my hand," I continued; explaining
   to Julie.

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

   "Are you going to be okay?" she asked, noticing me flexing all of the
   joints in my right hand and wrist.

   "I think so." I 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, too. Chip hopped off the table
   standing next to it as Becky approached, yielding his place for her.

   Julie and I immediately noticed how well developed both Becky and Chip
   were. They both had pubic hair, although aside from their head they were
   both completely bald.

   "Julie was right," I thought to myself as I examined Chip a little more
   standing up. He was about as endowed as I 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 two almost
   perfect specimens; if not crafted to attract both sexes sexually.

   I walked up to Chip, and depressed my fingers against his ribcage to try
   to open his chest panel.

   "I do not have that feature," he told me as I removed my fingers. "What
   would you like to examine?"

   "Uh," I said, somewhat embarrassed. "Where's your dataport?"

   He then 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!" I said out loud.

   He turned around where his backside was facing me. I pulled Julie's chair
   over and motioned for him to sit down. When he was seated, I had a better
   vantage point peering inside.

   There was a sloped aluminum frame 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?" I asked him.

   "Remote keyboard, and video."

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

   "What's your IP Address?" I asked him.

   "172.16.0.3," he replied.

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

   "Login:" appeared on the screen.

   Quickly, I typed in "root," and tapped the Enter-key.

   "Password?" I asked him.

   "Adam," he replied.

   I 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 I 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?" I heard Becky ask Julie.

   "Oh God," both Julie and I said out loud together, chuckling.

   I examined Chip's filesystems thoroughly. Essentially his was laid out
   similar to mine, with a logical directory structure. One of the things I
   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," I 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
   humanoids between seventeen and eighteen years of maturity." he said.

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

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

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

   "172.16.0.2," she replied.

   I setup static routes to both of them in my internal kernel routing tables
   and brought two terminal sessions to the foreground of my vision. It was
   much easier for me to work this way, logically, rather than converting my
   thoughts into physical keypresses on Julie's PC. I utilized the 1.5
   megabit spread-spectrum RF transceiver which Dr. Carson installed inside
   of me yesterday.

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

   Julie gave Becky and Chip their jumpsuits to put back on, while ran
   diagnostics and examined their systems.

   "They were truly far more advanced than I" I thought to myself. 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 me.
   These two were entirely unique, since they would live their entire lives
   knowing they were androids.

   "Michael," Julie said, whispering in my ear. "We need to get them some
   clothes."

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

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

   She unzipped Chip's jumpsuit, letting the top drape around his waist.

   I went upstairs to call Scott and give him an excuse for taking a little
   time off. He wasn't pleased when I told him I had a family emergency which
   I needed to take care of; but he couldn't offer much resistance. I 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 me as I 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  1/2" cock..."

   "You measured his cock?" I asked her scoldingly.

   "I couldn't resist," she said giggling. "But, it's 8  1/2" soft! You're
   only 8" soft my dear."

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

   They sat in the backseat and Julie rode shotgun as I drove to the Target
   store nearby. We got some pretty strange looks from the customers as the
   four of us entered the store. I thought it might have been the jumpsuits
   until I looked down at Chip and then to Becky and realized neither of them
   were wearing any shoes.

   We grabbed two carts as I took Chip to the menswear section and Julie
   escorted Becky to womanswear.

   "Underwear;" I thought out loud. "We need to get you some underwear," I
   said to him.

   "What is underwear," he asked.

   "Underwear is what people wear under their clothes." I said as we
   approached the section. "Which do you prefer, boxers or briefs?" holding
   up a package of both.

   "Which do you prefer?" he returned the question back to me.

   "Me, I prefer boxers," I told him. "I don't like to be restricted."

   "I don't like to be restricted, either." he said.

   I was beginning to think I was talking to a broken record. "I'm not so
   sure about that just yet, let's start you off with briefs for now. You can
   always switch later." I set two packages of BVD small briefs into the
   cart.

   "Now we need to get you some socks," I said. "Your foot looks about the
   same size as me, I'm guessing size 10?" Chip followed me to the next aisle
   as I picked up two packages of crew socks and set them in the basket, too.

   "What are socks?" he inquired.

   With a deep sigh, I explained to Chip that socks were worn over one's feet
   to protect them from shoes.

   "That reminds me," I said out loud. "Shoes!"

   Chip followed me as I walked over to the shoe section. Fortunately, there
   was an unused shoe-sizer. "Put your foot in here," I instructed as I
   adjusted the device.

   "9  1/2."

   He stood there as I walked down the aisle looking for some size 9  1/2
   sneakers. I found a pair of white Reebok's and brought them back.

   "Here, sit down," I said motioning for him to sit next to me. I got up and
   reached into the cart to get a package of socks, opened it, and handed him
   a pair. "Put these on," I instructed, getting the shoes ready for him to
   try on.

   Chip just held the socks in his hands and stared down at his feet.

   "You don't know how to put on socks, do you?" I said.

   "No, I'm sorry."

   "You had enough programming to drive yourself 150 miles to my house but
   you don't know how to put on socks?" I said, balking.

   I got up and knelt down in front of him, took a sock and slid it up over
   his foot. "Like this," I said. "Now you try."

   He took the remaining sock, and with success, slid it up and over his
   remaining foot.

   Next, I finished lacing up the shoes and placed them on his feet, and tied
   them up.

   "Stand up and tell me how those feel," I said.

   About this time, Becky and Julie approached us in the shoe section.

   "How's it going?" she asked me.

   "Fine, but Chip didn't know what underwear or socks were" I told her.

   Giggling, she replied, "Neither did Becky!"

   I set the empty box into the cart and Chip followed me as we went to find
   some pants.

   I picked up several pairs of Levi's 501 30/32's and set them in the cart.
   I also got several gray, small waist sweat pants and shorts and set them
   in, too.

   Next to the pants and jeans were the shirts, and I picked up several
   medium sized short-sleeve and long-sleeved shirts and set them in the cart
   as well.

   Chip followed me as I pushed the cart over to the men's dressing rooms. I
   handed him a pair of jeans, underwear, and a grey T-shirt to go and try
   on.

   I escorted him into the dressing room, placed him in the room, and stood
   outside. About a minute later, Chip opened the door.

   "Can you help me?" he said, standing buck-ass naked; his jumpsuit at his
   ankles.

   "Oh, Jesus," I said; quickly entering the room and locking the door behind
   me. "You need to remove your shoes first," I instructed as Chip sat down.

   I got his shoes off and removed his jumpsuit; he was wearing nothing but
   his socks.

   I reached over to open the package of underwear, took out a pair, and
   guided each foot through the hole. "Stand up," I said, as I lifted the
   briefs up his legs.

   "Do you want to adjust yourself?" I asked him, noticing his cock was
   forced down and over his balls.

   "How so?"

   "Your... package." I said.

   Chip just stood there, a look of bewilderment on his face.

   "This!" I said, cupping my cock and balls in my hands through my jeans.
   Still, no reaction from him.

   I took a step back, stuck my hand in my pants, and shifted my balls and
   cock. "See?"

   Chip followed, sticking his hand in his shorts, bringing his balls up and
   out,

   "If you don't do that, you might squish your balls while you're walking,"
   I told him.

   "What are my balls?" he asked. Cupping my basket again with my right hand,
   I looked down at it and said, "These are your balls."

   Next, I unfolded the jeans and placed his feet through the legs one at a
   time. I had to turn him around when I got the jeans up, just below his
   butt so I could lift them up. "Jump up once or twice," I instructed him.
   He complied, and I got them up to his waist.

   I buttoned the top button, turned him around, and zipped up the front.

   "Excuse me," he said. "I need to adjust my balls." Next, he reached into
   his jeans and lifted his basket up making it even more pronounced.

   "I've created a monster," I said softly to myself.

   When I was certain the jeans fit him properly, I turned him around and
   took off all the tags.

   I lightly tossed him the T-shirt which he put on over his head.

   Last I set him back down, and put his shoes back on and re-tied them.

   "Stand up and turn around," I said. Chip complied and I closely examined
   every inch of his body.

   "You're a handsome young man, Chip Carson," I said admiring the ensemble.

   I faced him into one of the mirrors and stood next to him.

   "What do you think?" I asked him.

   "I am a handsome young man." he replied. "What is that?" he asked,
   pointing at his crotch in the mirror.

   "That, my son, is your basket," I said. He looked to the mirror to our
   left which gave us both a profile view and remarked, "Mine is more
   pronounced than yours."

   I have to admit, I was a little embarrassed at what he just said. Trying
   to quickly retort him, the only thing I could say was, "It's not the size
   of your tools, but how well you use them."

   "That was lame," I thought to myself, rolling my eyes.

   We walked outside the dressing room and found a newly clothed Becky, with
   Julie, walking towards us. Becky was wearing Jeans and a T-shirt - just
   like Chip.

   "What do you think?" she asked me.

   "Good job! What do you think about Chip?" I said, showing him off in the
   aisle.

   "He needs to keep his shirt untucked," she said.

   Julie got the items which she had picked out for Becky and placed them in
   my cart. We left the cart off in a secluded aisle as we made our way up to
   the front of the store. Julie pushed the cart up ahead of us and I stayed
   in the back to walk with Chip and Becky.

   "Is there anything you two would like to do?" I asked as I placed my arms
   on both of their shoulders while we walked.

   "I would like to learn," Becky said.

   "I think I would like to do the same," Chip chimed in.

   Chuckling, I replied; lightly squeezing their shoulders, "What would you
   like to learn about?"

   "I would like to learn about everything," Chip replied.

   "Yes, from A to Z," Becky added.

   "There'll be time for that I think, we've got as much time as we need."

   We followed Julie into a check-out line, Julie was arguing with the clerk
   since Becky and Chip were both wearing most of the merchandise. The clerk
   didn't seem to want to take just the tags. Little did the clerk know that
   Julie's a formidable arbiter.

   "Give me your credit card," she demanded after the clerk ran everything
   up.

   "What's the damage?"

   "$281.20," the clerk said.

   "Two hundred," I said exclaiming with a pause. "Here." I leaned over and
   whispered to Julie, "What did you buy, the whole department?"

   "I got some stuff for me, too," she said. The clerk handed me the slip to
   sign, which I did begrudgingly.

   I carried the bags as we walked out to the car.

   Driving home, Julie and I didn't say anything; we were too busy listening
   to Chip and Becky compare each other's experiences that they just had.

   "Michael showed me how to adjust my balls," Chip said to Becky. Upon
   hearing this statement, Julie shot me a stern look. Embarrassed, I shot
   her back a wry grin.

   "What are balls?" Becky asked.

   Julie was interested in this response too, since she turned her head to
   the back to look at the two of them.

   "These," Chip said, grasping his crotch.

   "Excuse me," Julie said laughing. "That's not your balls; that's your
   basket. Your balls are underneath your jeans and underwear."

   "Thank you Julie," Chip said genuinely.

   "This is my basket," he repeated, grabbing his crotch to adjust it once
   more.

   "Julie told me I had nice tits and pussy," Becky said gleefully.

   I was shocked when I heard this statement; all I could do was open my eyes
   wide as I looked at Julie in disbelief. She did nothing but slouch down in
   her seat embarrassed.

   "What are tits and pussy?" Chip asked.

   "Here we go," I mumbled out loud, glaring at Julie.

   "We'll have time for that later, kids," Julie interjected.

   I pulled the car into the garage. Chip and Becky walked into the living
   room and stood in front of each other, feeling the other's clothes.

   "They need some serious education, Mike," Julie said softly to me.

   "I know. I'm downloading some material for them now. I'll transfer it to
   them after I've examined everything."

   "Chip, Becky, why don't the two of you follow me upstairs and let me show
   you your room," Julie said.

   I only had a three-bedroom house. One of our upstairs bedrooms was turned
   into a den/ library. The other was the guest-bedroom. It had a bunk-bed in
   it. I hoped the kids didn't mind cohabiting.

   Julie showed them to the room; it was medium sized, about 11x16, with two
   dressers and a desk in the corner.

   Becky and Chip walked into the center of the room. Looking around, Chip
   said, "This will be sufficient."

   "I have a lot of work to do with him," I whispered into Julie's ear.

   "Well, we'll let you two get situated." Julie said. "We'll be downstairs
   when you're done."

   She and I walked back downstairs. I wanted to catch CNNfn to see how the
   stock market was performing today while Julie went into the kitchen to fix
   something to eat. After heating up a microwave dinner, she joined me in
   the living room.

   We were chatting a little more about why she had quit her job earlier that
   day; and I have to admit, I couldn't blame her. Someone of her skill level
   and expertise would just be wasted as a simple technical support person.
   The whole situation almost made me want to call up BellSouth and cancel
   every service we had with them.

   "What are you going to do with them," Julie said during one of the
   commercials.

   "I'm not sure. I've never been a parent before; I wouldn't know where to
   begin!"

   "I know what you mean," she added. "Their bodies are mature, but their
   minds are that of a 3 year old. I'm going to go and check on them."

   Several minutes later, Becky walked downstairs with Chip and Becky.

   "Hey, how's it going?" I asked the three of them as they entered the room.

   "Go ahead and have a seat on the couch," she said quietly to them as she
   sat down next to me.

   "So what were they doing?" I asked her.

   "Nothing," she said. "Not a thing; they were just standing in the middle
   of the room where we left them."

   "Chip, Becky," I asked, leaning forward in my chair, "Is there anything
   you two would like to do?"

   "We would like to learn," they said together.

   I got up, and paced the floor of the living room a couple of times.

   "Come on downstairs," I instructed everybody.

   Julie, Chip, and Becky followed me downstairs to the basement.

   I positioned them both next to my worktable as I carefully removed their
   skull caps. Next, I picked up two Ethernet cables and inserted them into
   the jacks inside their head marked 10BT.

   "What are you doing?" Julie asked, walking up behind me, wrapping her arms
   around my waist.

   "I'm going to export my intrinsic knowledge database and import it into
   them." I said.

   "What will that do?" she said, turning me around.

   "It will give them the same knowledge I have; about history, culture,
   etiquette, etc."

   "How long will it take?" she asked.

   "My database is approximately 112Gb in size, compressed about 40Gb; so
   about 8 hours to transfer.

   I opened my chest by depressing the indentations between my 3rd and 4th
   ribs on either side of my chest, and picked up another Ethernet cable to
   insert into me.

   Next, I logged into both Chip and Becky and set up the tftp session to
   receive my database, and begun the transfer. Unfortunately, the process of
   compressing my database, coupled with the almost 100% throughput through
   my network interface left me in a somewhat catatonic state.

   When the transfer finished, approximately 9 hours later, I regained my
   senses and consciousness and noticed it was dark outside.

   I turned to face Chip and Becky who were just finishing rebooting.

   "Hey, Mike," Chip said to me after blinking his eyes several times in a
   rapid fashion.

   "Hi, Chip," I replied, removing the Ethernet cable from my chest and
   closing it.

   Becky had already removed the Ethernet cable I had inserted inside of her
   earlier and was replacing her skull cap. "How do you feel?" I asked her.

   "Talk about a weird experience," she replied.

   "I thought it was cool," Chip replied as he replaced his skull cap.

   Julie came downstairs wearing her panties and a midriff T-shirt. "I
   thought I heard some noise down here," she said.

   "Hey," I said, getting my shirt back on.

   She ran over, jumped up, and put her arms around me.

   I couldn't help but notice Chip sitting down, his back to both of us, but
   with his head turned so he could see us.

   "Chip, are you ok?" Becky asked him as she walked towards him.

   "I'm fine!" he yelled, jumping up and running towards the stairs.

   All of us just stood there and looked at each other for a brief moment.

   "Did you see that?" Julie asked me.

   Chip and Becky were both still naked from earlier that evening, and it
   appeared Chip wasn't the only one who was delighted to see Jules' angelic
   face as she came downstairs since he was sporting quite a rather stiff
   hard-on as he ran up the stairs.

   "I better go see him," I said, walking briskly up the stairs.

   "Chip?" I yelled when I reached the main floor, but there was no answer.

   I walked up the stairs to the bedroom. Again, I called for him, but there
   was no answer. As I walked down the hall, I heard a deep pounding coming
   from his and Becky's bedroom. When I opened the door, I saw Chip standing
   at the dresser, pounding the head of his cock with the base of a marble
   statue.

   "Woah!" I said, running over to him and grabbing his arm. "What are you
   doing?"

   "I'm sorry, Michael! I've disgraced you, and Julie. I shouldn't be like
   this." he said, crying. "It won't go down! It's so embarrassing! Can't you
   deactivate it?"

   "I can, but I won't," I said. "Every male humanoid has to learn how to
   deal with sexual attraction, and you're no different."

   "What do I do?"

   "Well, you can try to think of astral physics to get your mind off of her,
   but I would suggest masturbating; it's a lot more fun."

   "How do I do that?" he asked genuinely.

   "Didn't I transfer that to you?"

   "No."

   "Good God," I said out loud to myself. "There's probably a law against
   this," I said dropping my pants, getting up on the bottom bunk and leaning
   against the wall. "Sit next to me," I instructed.

   He got up next to me and started to watch me massage by balls and slowly
   stroke my cock getting it as hard as his.

   "Now, place your cock in either your left or right hand, and start to
   stroke it and your balls up and down." I said, doing the same thing with
   my right hand.

   "This feels pleasurable," he said.

   "Yes, it does. Now continue to do that, including gently gliding your
   fingers on the anterior base of your cockhead, and keep on repeating." I
   instructed.

   He continued, going faster and faster when I noticed his balls retract up
   into his scrotum.

   "Uh oh," he said, stopping.

   "No, continue," I said. I knew he was about to come.

   He continued for about another two seconds then grabbed the base of his
   cock, and with a great force and magnitude spewed his juice.

   It hit his upper chest with a great force as it splashed between his
   pectorals, spraying my right shoulder.

   About this time, I reached my own orgasm as I spewed my own onto my chest
   as well.

   Chip, however, wasn't done it appeared as he continued to stroke his still
   hard cock, spewing even more jism over his stomach and the bed.

   When he finished, he looked over at me with a grin on his face as he and I
   both heard an applause coming from the other side of the room.

   "Bravo!" Julie cheered.

   "Oh God," I said, jumping off the bed to get my pants on, my cum still
   dripping down my chest and stomach.

   "What were they doing?" Becky asked her.

   "Masturbating, dear." she replied. "Chip, looks like you've never came
   before this I take it," she said.

   "No, ma'am." he answered.

   I quickly got up and ran into our bedroom to take a shower. Aside from
   having sticky jism all over me, I was extremely embarrassed that Becky and
   Julie were watching.

   I drew the shower, stepped in, and started to wash some of the cum which
   had already started to dry on my body. As I almost finished, the curtain
   drew open, and Julie stepped in, naked, to join me.

   She didn't say anything as she removed the soap and washcloth from my
   hands. I stood in an erotic awe as she knelt down before me and started
   scrubbing my feet; the spray of the shower pouring down my back.

   She worked her way up my thighs and took the washcloth in her hand; with
   her finger, she pulled the cloth forward gently scrubbing my anus, and the
   area behind my balls. The sensation of her and the cloth was immense!
   Almost immediately, my cock sprung to life thanking her for the
   sensations.

   "Nice to see you still like me," she said.

   She took the bar of soap, cupping and massaging it with her hands, filling
   her fingers with lather.

   Next, she took her fingers, and wrapped them around the head of my cock.
   It throbbed at the delight of her touch.

   Slowly, she milked my member with her soapy hand.

   She turned me around, so the water jets were spraying down my chest,
   placed her arms around my waist, and grabbed my cock again in her hands.

   Kissing my back while she continued to stroke me whispered, "I've always
   wanted to jerk you off this way," she said.

   I reached behind me and started to finger fuck her pussy as her strokes
   got faster and I climaxed again.

   We finished showering; dried off, and then went to bed. For the first time
   in about a week my dreams were filled with her.

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