Message-ID: <29549asstr$985554605@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@news1.southeast.rr.com> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: "CyberCzar" <cyberczar@freedom.net> X-Original-Message-ID: <20010325.094858.1820388464.6052@archimedes.freedom.net> User-Agent: Pan/0.9.5 (Unix) Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-No-Productlinks: Yes NNTP-Posting-Date: Sun, 25 Mar 2001 09:46:46 EST Subject: {ASSM} Story: Michael Collins' Anthology (ASFR, MF, MM, SciFi, Fantasy) Date: Sun, 25 Mar 2001 16:10:05 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2001/29549> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, newsman 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 | |Initializing Solid Waste Processing Subsystem | |Initializing Motor Control Subsystem: Head | |Initializing Motor Control Subsystem: Neck | |Initializing Motor Control Subsystem: Shoulder Left | |Initializing Motor Control Subsystem: Shoulder Right | |Initializing Motor Control Subsystem: Limbs: Left Arm | |Initializing Motor Control Subsystem: Limbs: Right Arm | |Initializing Motor Control Subsystem: Chest | |Initializing Motor Control Subsystem: Waist and Hip | |Initializing Motor Control Subsystem: Pelvis | |Initializing Motor Control Subsystem: Limbs: Left Leg | |Initializing Motor Control Subsystem: Limbs: Right Leg | |Initializing Guidance Control Subsystem | |Initializing Balance Control Subsystem | |Initializing Diagnostic Control Subsystem | |Initializing External Control Interface Subsystem | |Initializing Memory Review and Playback Subsystem | |Initializing Logic and Reasoning Subsystem | |Initializing Ego Subsystem | |Initializing Conscious Subsystem | |Initializing Autonomic Subsystem | |Initializing Unconscious Subsystem | |Initializing Communications Control Subsystem | |Initializing Self Awareness Control Subsystem | |Initializing Self Protection Control Subsystem | |Initializing Personality Control Subsystem | | | |ALL SYSTEMS FUNCTIONING WITHIN ESTABLISHED PARAMETERS | | | |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 | | | |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 | | | |Fluid Reservoir: 0% | |Seminal Reservoir: 100% | |Solid Waste Reservoir: 1% | |Hydraulic Pressure: Nominal | |Oil Pressure: Nominal | | | |% Free Disk: 87 | |% Free Memory: 76 | | | |Est. Months Remaining Before Memory Reindex: 36 | | | |Sending Android WakeUp Signal.......... | +----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------+ "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. END ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Let me know what you think! Email Me! This story is available at the following places: * http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/cyberczar/www/ * * mailto:cyberczar@freedom.net * Copyright (c) 1999-2001. 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