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Subject: {ASSM} Story: Michael Collins' Anthology (ASFR, MF, MM, SciFi, Fantasy)
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Michael Collins Anthology - Introducing Michael Collins
Keywords: ASFR, MF, MM, SciFi, Fantasy, Erotica
# # #
Warning: This story contains frank discussions of a sexually explicit
nature, and is intended for mature audiences only.
Disclaimer: The persons depicted in this story are entirely fictional. Any
similarities are completely coincidental. References to actual places,
companies, or organizations are used strictly for artistic reference to
provide realism. In other words, none of this is true. Then again, you'd
have to be a fucking moron to think it was to begin with. :-)
Copyright (c) 1999-2001 CyberCzar. NO permission is granted for its
reproduction without the expressed written consent of its author.
# # # Background # # #
My name is Michael Collins. This is my story.
You see, my shrink suggested I start this. She said that it might help me
come to grips better with who and what I am.
I've been seeing her now for the past three years or so. She really is
great. If you're ever in the need of a good psychologist; I highly
recommend Dr. Sylvia Plaxton, in Atlanta, Georgia. Her number is
404-555-7792. Sorry Sly, for the shameless plug. :)
Let's see; where to begin?
It all started in 1999; I suppose.
I had a good life. A good job. I was a software programmer for Cluster
Datatronics, Inc. Had a corner office on the 16th floor in a posh office
building in Buckhead. I wrote the back-end database indexing code for our
multi-architectural eCommerce transaction processing system. I Earned
about $130k a year.
Life was great.
I also had Julie.
We had met in a grocery store on August 7th, 1997, at 6:21pm.
I, while honestly not trying to pick her up at the time, asked her opinion
about the freshness of some guavas I was interested in buying.
What should have lasted 30 seconds for a conversation, lasted nearly two
hours; both of us standing there in the fruit and vegetable section of the
store discussing everything from our careers to politics.
I normally don't believe in love at first sight; but I did know that
something had clicked between the two of us there at that fruit stand.
I was too nervous to ask her out at the time. I think she sensed that. She
offered me her business card and told me that if I had any other fruit
questions to feel free to call her. :) The rest is history.
She was the love of my life. Aside from the sex being fucking
unbelievable; she was warm and caring. Plus, she was a techno-geek like
myself. We spent Wednesday nights, after watching Star Trek, trying to
hack into each-other's Linux boxes at the house. She always seemed to win
somehow.
I guess it's true when it's said that software programmers don't make good
system administrators.
Julie worked for BellSouth; the local telephone- (trying to be
everything)- company.
Julie and I moved up to Atlanta together, from Palo Alto, California, in
early 1999.
We were going to get married in June of 2000.
Life was great. Wait, I said that already. Sorry.
In California, I was a software developer for a graphics software company.
We put out this really cool software that allowed people to design 3D
worlds and renderings. I worked a lot with SGI Onyx and Challenge servers
running IRIX. It was tres' cool.
Julie was a hardware repair technician for HP. She spent most of her days
fixing broken motherboards from HP9000 servers that were returned for
being faulty by the field technicians at the customer's site. Man, did she
know her way around a logic probe. :)
My life changed dramatically on New Year's Eve, that year.
Julie and I were relaxing at home, watching the festivities around the
world on CNN. Boy, did the fireworks look awesome in Sydney harbor!
Neither of us were worried about any Y2K glitches. In fact, being the
techno-geeks which we were; we knew there would be few, if any, minor
problems throughout the world. We were more worried about the
fundamentalist Christians pontificating the end of the world or some
nut-case in New York setting off a pipe bomb during the ball drop.
I wanted to go downtown to see the peach drop at midnight. Julie talked me
out of it. She wanted to stay home and bring in Y2K with our own cocktail
show. She wanted my own balls to drop.
I got the picture!
That evening, we decided to watch My Best Friend's Wedding on DVD. We
started it around 9:00pm, guaranteeing us enough time for our own
excitement to begin before 11:59:59.
# # # Y 2 K # # #
"That was such a good movie!" she exclaimed, reaching over to kiss me.
Now, I'm not the biggest fan of Julia Roberts, even if she was from
Marietta, Georgia; about 30 minutes from where we lived.
"It was ok," I said, resting my head on the back of the couch.
Julie took her hand and caressed my scalp, running her fingers through my
hair. She knew what that did to me. She knew what was about to come. It
was time. :)
I picked her up and carried her upstairs to the master bedroom. It was
about 11 o'clock. The entire trip up the flight of stairs, Julie couldn't
move her hands away from my scalp. I was so horny at this point, I
could've probably hung a weight off the front of my shorts.
Gently, I set her down on the bed, and began to passionately kiss her. My
tongue explored her mouth and hers, mine. She loved to embrace my tongue
with her lips. It drove me wild.
I took her shirt over and off her head; exposing her round, perky breasts.
With my left hand, I reached into her shorts, and guided my index finger
down her inner thigh, as I kissed and sucked on her left breast. Much to
my delightment, she wasn't wearing any underwear. Then again, neither was
I! We both loved the feel of naked denim against our flesh.
With my right hand, I caressed her face, and moved my hand down to her
right breast and slowly massaged it.
Julie's nipples were hard, and erect. She used to love it when I'd gently
pinch each one while I was massaging them.
At this same time, I guided my left hand down and around her opposite
thigh, up to her waist. She was wet with anticipation; her womanly
moisture rubbing onto my wrist.
My left hand made its way up her waist and chest, allowing my lips and
mouth to explore her body as I so loved doing.
I kissed and licked her chest all over, savoring the flavor of her
essence. As my lips traveled down past her belly button; Julie stopped my
actions and gently guided me next to her on my back.
She got up, and sat down on my legs, pinning me to the bed.
"I am so lucky to have you," she said; smiling, brushing her hair out of
her face.
"As am I, you," I said, cupping my hands behind my head; smiling gently up
at her.
Julie began unbuttoning my shirt, starting with the bottom button and
working her way up. As she made her way to the second button, and allowed
my shirt to fall away, she giggled when she saw Mr. Happy was peeking up
from underneath my shorts; an ooze of precum flowing into my bellybutton.
"Tee-hee," she giggled. "We'll have time for Mr. Happy later." Gently she
kissed my throbbing cock, licking the visible shaft as she continued.
Slowly, she unbuttoned the rest of my shirt, and began licking and kissing
me; starting at my bellybutton, her tongue taking in the deposit of precum
I had made earlier.
I caressed her hair as she moved her lips up to my chest.
She and I had this thing with each-other as we had foreplay. We loved to
bring each-other almost to climax before actually, you know, doing it. It
made both of our experiences much more intense that way. I loved that
about her.
She let her hands explore the outside of my shorts; running her fingers
around my balls, through the denim. With her middle-finger and thumb, she
glided her hand up the length of my shaft, through my shorts, gently
pinching my exposed head and shaft.
I moaned.
From the TV downstairs, we could here the announcer say it was 11:30pm.
We wrestled for a more comfortable position on top of the bed. I let my
shirt fall off my shoulders, and Julie and I embraced each-other tight;
our legs entwined with each-other's.
Our hands and arms explored each-other's backs; her nails scratching and
digging into mine.
When we finished our embracing, I maneuvered Julie onto her back.
With my hand, I explored her crotch. First, outside her denim shorts. I
slipped my hands deep into the crack between her and the bed. Deep within
the crevice, I could ever so slightly feel her moisture seeping through
her now soaked panties and denim. I maneuvered my hand up to the top
button of her shorts. I let my ring and index finger inside to explore her
folds; my middle finger gently flicking her engorged clit as I worked my
way down.
She screamed the most pleasurable scream I'd heard.
I moved my head down to her shorts, and gently undid the single button
causing her chaste. Gently I took hold of her zipper with my teeth and
guided it down. Her aroma filling my nostrils.
As she lifted herself up, I gently slid her shorts down her legs and let
them fall to the floor.
I took her right foot in my hands, and gently massaged it; kneading her
arch.
I then knelt down; slowly kissing her sole. As my lips worked their way to
her pinky-toe, I let my hands traverse up her calf. By the time my tongue
and lips had made their way to her bigtoe, my hands were exploring her
moist caverns, and I was giving her a toe-job with my tongue and lips.
I loved pleasing her. She was pleasurably moaning throughout this whole
experience. Fortunately for us, our next-door neighbor was old and deaf.
It provided quite a bit of freedom for us sexually, in the bedroom. :)
I let my lips and tongue begin to traverse up her legs to her thighs as my
hands moved their way up to her breasts; giving them some much needed
attention at this point.
Slowly at first, I let my tongue explore her folds, then penetrate;
tasting her magnificent juices, paying careful attention to her north
pole, hidden by it's shroud.
As my tongue pleased her faster, I allowed my fingers to tune her nipples.
Julie's moans were increasing in frequency at this point; her breathing
becoming more deep and heavy.
I concentrated on her shroud, and the magic hidden beneath it, and let my
fingers maneuver back down to her thighs. Julie arched up; a shivering
wave emanated from within; sighed, and briefly relaxed on the bed.
I climbed up to lay next to her and kiss her. We kissed and caressed
each-other some more for a few minutes. Julie then moved so she could take
my shorts off. As she undid the button to my shorts, my cock pushed
slightly away from my body; it, no longer being restrained.
Julie moved around to straddle my chest.
"Ooh, I love it when you're in this position," I whispered to her.
She knelt down to take me in her mouth, as I let my tongue travel up and
inwards her back thigh. As she took me completely in her mouth, I buried
my nose and tongue into her.
"Oooh!" she exclaimed, arching back to let my tongue bury even more deeply
inside her.
Julie continued to knead my cock with her mouth, stroking my shaft with
her to tongue. At this point, I couldn't stand it anymore. With two heavy
thrusts, I quivered as I emptied into her. Julie licked my shaft as if it
were a Popsicle; cleaning and savoring its nectar.
In a state of bliss, I relaxed as I sunk deep into the bed. Julie turned
around to sit on my stomach and face me.
"I'm not letting you get off this easy," she said, smiling; tweaking my
nipples with her fingers.
"I love it when you tell me what to do," I replied.
I was special, I guess. At least, Julie told me none of her other partners
that she's had in the past could do what I could do. I was pretty virile -
as far back as I could remember, since I was a teenager I could climax
multiple times in a relatively short period of time. Julie knew this, and
she knew she wasn't about to let me get out of fucking her before
midnight.
"11:55," she said, looking at the clock on the nightstand, "we better get
busy!"
She turned around, so that her back was facing me. Slowly, she drew her
fingers down to my balls. As she continued to glide her fingers to the
edge of my anus, I became engorged again; throbbing, as she moved her
fingers back up, kneading my sac and balls gently.
"Perfect!" she exclaimed as she moved downwards.
With care and perfection, she glided my shaft into her shaven pussy. I
grabbed her hips with my hands as she began to rock back and forth, moving
my shaft as if it were some joystick.
"Honey," she said, "I do believe that you're even harder now than before."
Slowly, Julie began to move up and down on my shaft. I let my hands move
down in front of her; gently massaging the crest of her womaness.
Her moans became louder. I gently grabbed the remote control to turn on
Dick Clark's New Year's Eve special. Cheers were being heard from Times
Square. The announcer told us it was 11:58.
Julie stretched down to grab my ankles as she increased her thrusts
slightly.
"11:59, just one more minute to go!" the announcer exclaimed.
She sat up again; her thrusts going faster and faster.
My breathing was becoming deeper, my heart racing faster with each thrust.
Would I be able to wait almost another minute?
"10!" the crowd cheered on through the speakers, as I exclaimed "Oh, God!"
Julie paused.
"9!" they continued.
"Hold on, baby," she instructed.
I tensed up, trying to withhold my eminent eruption.
"8!"
Julie turned around with me still inside her so she could face me.
"7!"
"Almost time," she continued.
"Oh, Jesus!" I couldn't help from exclaiming.
"6!" Dick Clark said.
Julie continued moving herself up and down my shaft.
"5!" she yelled, going faster.
"4!" I joined in, moving my hips in opposite unison to her.
"3!" we continued, our hips moving like a well oiled machine.
"2!" we screamed.
"1!" she said, throwing herself onto my chest so I could embrace her
deeply.
"Happy New Year!" we exhaled, as she pushed herself down onto my cock as I
released what felt like a century's worth of sexual energy deep within
her.
Then time stood still.
My reverent scream of jubilation continued as my voice became more and
more oscillated. I froze.
Julie was oblivious to this, at first - entranced in her own climax.
My eyes went black as I became unconscious.
When I awoke, I was in the basement of our house, laying naked on my
workbench. I saw Julie sleeping at her keyboard, sitting at the adjoining
table.
"What happened?" I said.
"Oh!" she said, jumping up. "You startled me."
I tried to get up, but I found I was paralyzed. I couldn't move any
muscles below my neck.
"Julie," I said more sternly, "what's going on?"
She gave me a look, and abruptly stood up and walked over.
"What's going on?" she asked rhetorically. "Why don't you tell me what the
fuck is going on." she ordered as she slapped me across the face.
"Uh," I muttered. "Uh, I, I don't know. What time is it?"
"5:20pm," she said. "On January third!"
I sighed. I tried to remember what happened, what was going on.
"I honestly don't know," I said. "The last thing I remember we were making
love on New Year's Eve."
"Go on," she said; her back to me as she sat back down at her computer.
"Well, it turned midnight," I went on. "You were coming, I was coming, and
then I blacked out."
She tapped away at her keyboard some more, literally pounding on the keys.
She then paused for a moment, pushed herself away from table, and rolled
herself over.
"Then let me fill in the blanks," she said sarcastically.
"You're right," she continued. "We were both coming."
She went on to tell me that as we were both saying, "Happy New Year!" to
each-other, I didn't stop. Didn't stop speaking, or coming for that
matter.
"Your voice became very distorted," she told me.
"What do you mean I didn't stop coming," I questioned.
"That was the most fucked up part," she went on. "You didn't stop coming
for like 10 minutes!"
She reached over and picked up my head to look down at my body laying on
the table. Unbeknownst to me, my cock was still rock hard at this point,
in fact I think it was a little bigger!
"The sheets are ruined," she said. "I think I sponged up close to 250ml of
cum from you."
I closed my eyes. All I wanted to do was cry, but couldn't bring myself to
form any tears.
"I thought you had died," she told me. "After I composed myself, I was
just about to call the cops, 911, or somebody when I heard strange beeping
coming from your chest."
I thought it was strange that she heard beeping, but let her go on.
"When I put my ear to your chest, I heard whirring and beeping. I knew you
weren't dead," she consoled; "but I also knew you weren't alive, either."
She went on to tell me how she dragged me down the flights of stairs to
the basement, and hopped me up here.
She told me how she got the video camera, and set it up to record. She had
the TV from the guest-bedroom sitting on the table next to her. I watched
it as she played the tape.
I wouldn't have believed what I saw the next thirty minutes if it weren't
on tape.
She was brushing away tears on the tape as she examined me there, laying
on the table. She glided her hands slowly across my chest, feeling all
around. She moved her hands to the side of my chest.
"Interesting," she said on the tape. "I hadn't noticed this before!"
"Between your second and third ribs," she told me while we continued to
watch the tape.
"What?" I asked. She motioned for me to watch.
The next thing I saw truly amazed me. My chest split open and flanged out.
"Fuck me!" she said on the tape.
I could see her on the tape walking over to the camera and picking it up.
She carried the camera over to record what she was seeing. What I next saw
almost blew my mind away.
As she focused the camera into my chest, in the upper right-hand side of
this ... cavity ... there were rows and rows of tiny lights and switches.
Spread elsewhere were jacks. Cables ran through and into the rest of my
body.
"Amazing," I said aloud.
Julie paused the videotape as she got closer to me.
"You mean you didn't know?" she said as she brushed my cheek with her
hand.
"No," I said, looking up. "Hey Jules, why can't I move anything?" I asked.
"Oops!" she exclaimed. "Let me take care of that for you."
She rolled her chair back to her keyboard, typed away at her keyboard,
then rolled back over to me with a long cable. She secured the cable in
her mouth as she pressed on both sides of my ribs. A "click" followed by a
"whoosh" sound was heard as my chest opened up like a box-top.
"Fuckin'A," I mumbled.
Just then, the doorbell rang upstairs.
"Fuck," I mumbled aloud.
"Don't worry, babe," Julie said, patting me on the head. "It's just
Arnie."
"Fuck!" I exclaimed. "Arnie doesn't know, does he?"
Arnie Phillips. Major geek. Major prick. Major pain in my ass. Arnie's my
coworker at Cluster Dataronics. I hated his personality, but respected his
coding abilities immensely.
"Arnie fixed you," she said.
Before Julie could make it to the stairs to walk back up, the door to the
basement flung opened and heavy footsteps descended.
"Julie?" Arnie yelled as he walked downward.
"Down here," we both said, in unison.
Arnie turned the corner where I was laying and stopped dead in his tracks.
"Dudes!" he exclaimed. "The robo-cock is alive!" he said.
"Fuck you," I yelled.
Arnie giggled as he walked over to me. "More like you've been programmed
to fuck Julie it looks to me," he said.
Julie threw the cable she'd been holding down, turned around and slapped
him right across the face. "That was uncalled for," she said.
"Ouch," he said as he took a step back protecting himself. I just glared.
"So, when did he reboot," he asked. Julie turned back towards me and
screwed the connections from the cable into my chest.
"About 30 min ago," she replied.
"Cool," he said.
She sat herself down, and rolled back over to her keyboard, and entered a
few more commands.
"Try to move your arms," she asked me.
Like she requested, I tried moving my hands and arms which moved just as
easily as before.
"Good," she said; as she continued to type. "Now try lifting your legs,"
she asked.
Just as before, I tried moving my legs and feet. Things appeared to be
back to normal.
I swung my legs over the table where I could finally sit up.
"Jules, would you get my boxers for me," I asked.
She smiled back at me. "Sure thing, be right back."
When she had walked upstairs, I took the opportunity to sucker-punch
Arnie. With moderate force, my fist met up with his cheek.
"Fuck!" he said falling back. "What did you do that for?" he said,
brushing a tear from his eye.
"That's for the robo-fucking-cock comment earlier," I said.
"But Jeeze, man," he said. "That fucking hurt! I can't help it if your
cock is programmable!"
"What do you mean?" I replied.
"Dude! You are fucking amazing," he explained.
Arnie went on to explain how I must have been developed for the CIA or
some bullshit reason. He explained how I had a very, very, tiny nuclear
reactor which provided my body with electricity. "Very efficient," I
remember his remarks about it. He explained how I was created with a
compartmentalized systemic operating system, essentially running an
operating system called "OS/9". He explained how each of my systems and
subsystems were controlled by their own autonomous CPUs all controlled by
a series of 8 Motorola 68080 CPUs. One or more Motorola 68020 CPUs
controlled my subsystems.
Arnie found the system console jack inside my chest (RS-485) and helped
Julie wire up a communications cable from her linux box so she could use
minicom to communicate with my main processors and programming.
"So what happened to me the other night," I asked him.
He started busting out laughing as he started to explain. "You weren't,"
he said; his laughter getting stronger. "You weren't Y2K compliant!" he
finished, resting his hand on my shoulder. "Your memory management
subroutines rolled back to epoch (January 1, 1970, 00:00:00) but since you
weren't created then, there were no files to access - your kernel
panicked."
"Oh and by the way, dude," he went on, muting his previous laughter in the
process. "I'd stay away from any past-life regression therapy if I were
you! You'd probably flip out."
I knew all about kernel panics, and Unix in general - I was a Unix
developer. This whole scenario explains why I'm attracted to the operating
system so much.
About this time, Julie came back down with my sweat pants. She tossed them
to me and I put them on.
"Anything we can do about this," I motioned to the prevalent hard-on
sticking out through my pants. I tried pushing my still erect cock down
into my pants leg but it seemed to make the 'problem' only more visible.
"Uh," Julie began to say; her giggles impairing her speech. "That system
is, pardon the pun -- hung," she continued - breaking out into hard
laughter. "I need to remove it and reset it," she continued, composing
herself in the process. "But we can deal with that, later."
She removed the communications cable which she had inserted into my chest
earlier and closed it up.
"Let's all go upstairs," Julie suggested. "It's too cold down here."
Jules and Arnie motioned for me to go ahead of them up the stairs. I found
this quite odd; usually I let Julie lead. Was she afraid of me, or were
they afraid I might fall down so they could catch me?
I quickly headed for the bar in the living room to fix myself a shot of
tequila. As I placed the shotglass on the counter and began pouring; Arnie
was standing next to Julie and he cleared his throat.
"What?" I asked.
Arnie looked down at the shotglass and then up at me. "You don't need
that," he said.
"Yeah, I guess it's kinda moot at this point, huh?" I replied.
I walked upstairs to our bedroom to get a shirt on. Android, or no
android; Julie had set the thermostat way low and I was cold. I found my
robe and put it on. At the very least, it covered the embarrassing
predicament I was currently in.
As I walked down the stairs, I could see Arnie was quietly talking to
Julie about something. I couldn't quite make out what they were saying;
but whatever it was, it was obvious they didn't want me to hear.
I walked into the family room and sat down in my chair and picked up a
magazine to skim through. Arnie and Julie soon followed, together.
"Arnie," I said, sitting up in the chair. "I appreciate everything you've
done for me the past several days but I think Julie and I can handle it
from here."
I set the magazine down, got up, and approached him. "Thanks again, for
all your help," I said, not giving him a chance to interject anything.
"I'll see you at the office tomorrow." I continued, escorting him to the
door. "Oh, and Arnie?" I said. "Not a word of this to anybody. If I find
out you've told anyone about this house's little 'secret'; I'll be forced
to let everyone know how you've been embezzling money from the company."
He stood there for a second, his mouth partly opened and paused. Gently I
reached up to close his mouth, and I guess he thought I was going to hit
him again or something. He stepped away, turned around, and walked to his
car.
When I saw him get into his car, I closed the door, locked it. As I turned
around, I saw Julie standing in the hall; her arms folded across her
chest.
"That was rude," she said.
"I don't want to hear it, Jules. Not now."
"He's only trying to help!" she continued. "What if you break, again?"
"I don't trust him, Jules."
She stopped me as I walked past her, and threw me around to face her. "Do
you trust ME," she asked?
Pausing for a moment - and now, thinking back, it was probably a
millisecond too long, I replied with, "Of course."
"Hrumph," was all she said as she let me go.
I sat back down in my chair and turned on the TV. Family Matters was on
TBS. It was the episode where Urkel was putting the finishing touches on
his Urkel-Bot. I hated Family Matters, and I hated Urkel even more. Jules
was in the kitchen fixing herself a drink.
"Talk about a fake!" I exclaimed out loud, looking at the 'Urkel-Bot',
which looked like a cross between the tin-man and Michael Jackson.
Julie smiled and walked over to me and sat in my lap. She set her Coke
down on the end table.
"You're the real thing," she said; reaching up to kiss me, stroking my
cock with her hand. "Does Mr. Happy want to play?" she asked.
"Not right now," I replied.
"Mmmmmmm," she moaned. "Your mouth says 'No' but Mr. Happy says 'Yes',"
she said.
"No it's not," I said; slapping my hand against the side of the chair.
"Remember?"
She moved her hand away from my cock and caressed my face. "I'm sorry,
baby," she said. "I forgot."
"I don't know what I'm gonna do about it," I said, sighing. "I can't go
into work with a raging hard-on." I felt like an animated commercial for
Viagara, or something.
"Who said anything about going into work tomorrow?" she questioned.
Now, at this point I was becoming a little annoyed with her. I think she
sensed this but when we argued, she did love to push my buttons (sic) ...
see how far she could push me.
"Who's going to pay the mortgage?" I returned.
She stopped caressing my cheek for a moment, looked me in my eyes. "Good
point."
She stayed there in my lap for the next several hours while I watched TV.
I knew she was horny; I didn't say anything, but she couldn't keep her
hands out of my pants as she was stroking my cock back and forth. By the
end of it all, I have to admit; I was getting a little turned on myself.
"What did you do," she asked me.
"What do you mean?"
"I think you're getting turned on," she continued. She pulled her hand out
of my pants; which has been in there for the past hour or so. Her fingers
were dripping with my clear juices.
"Yeah, I think you're right," I said, a sly grin plastered across my face.
Something Arnie said earlier though was sticking in my mind. Did I truly
love Julie (and for that matter, love fucking her) or was I really
programmed to fuck her?
She jumped up off my chair, and grabbed my hand to follow her. She threw
off her blouse as she made it to the hall, and I wasn't far behind her.
She raced up the stairs to our bedroom. Her shorts on the floor at the
middle of the flight. I let her keep the lead. As I entered our bedroom;
she was spread out naked on our bed.
I hopped up on top of her, my pants still on. She wrapped her arms around
my shoulders, pulling me down to kiss me.
"Android or not," she told me. "I still love you," she said.
"As do I, you," I said; kissing the tip of her nose.
"Granted," she interrupted me. "I love your cock better," she said,
laughing; picking her feet up to grab the waistband of my pants with her
toes.
"Well," I quickly replied, "I'll try not to let it let you down."
"I don't think you could at it's current state," she finished giggling at
the process of pulling the waistband down - struggling to get it past what
it was currently snagged on, but succeeding none the less.
I kicked my pants off with my legs and let them fall to the floor. Gently,
I guided my cock into her with my hand as she wrapped her legs around me.
"Ouch!" she said unexpectedly.
"What?"
"I'm just not used to your 'RoboCock Version 2.0'" she said smiling.
"Remind me to ask you what and how you did that when we're finished," I
whispered to her.
Julie adjusted herself to a more comfortable position and pulled me deep
inside her.
She moaned with delight.
The next 2 hours, we fucked. Missionary. Sixty-nine. Doggy. Riding the
pony. She even asked me to fuck her in the ass! She never asked me to do
that before.
I think she came close to 20 times throughout our marathon session. I
could tell she was beginning to get tired, so I decided we'd finish where
we'd started.
She asked me about this time why I hadn't come yet. I told her I was
waiting for her first. She asked me to come, so I withdrew from her and
finished off by spewing onto her stomach.
She got up to go to the bathroom to take a shower. She threw me a towel to
wipe myself as she closed the door.
I laid back onto the bed and smoked a cigarette.
"Guess I don't need to worry about these killing me anymore," I thought to
myself; flipping on the TV.
As I finished my second smoke, she emerged from the shower naked and damp.
I leaned over to kiss her, then I got up to take a shower, myself.
When I got into the bathroom, I stared at my naked body in the mirror for
a little bit. I wondered if I would short out as I entered the shower;
then quickly discarded this since I've taken thousands of showers before
with no problems.
Facing myself, I took my thumbs and depressed where Julie had depressed
earlier that evening. Sure enough; just as before, my chest opened up.
I straddled the toilet next to the shower - it was closer to the full
length mirror since it didn't have the sink in the way. I couldn't help
but take a closer look at 'myself'.
One of the things I immediately noticed were two rows of 8 pin DIP
switches towards the center. All switches were on with the exception of
the last. I was curious as to what these did! I reached into the drawer to
grab the tweezers and gently pushed it up.
Immediately after doing this, I felt strange. My eyes went black, and I
couldn't move. Strange enough, I still was conscious; or so I thought.
A few seconds later, I was still standing in that same position; my hand
still holding the tweezers in the exact same position. Only this time;
things looked a little strange!
I closed my left eyelid. My field of view was divided into four quadrants;
I could see four panes of the same picture (They all went black as my
eyelids closed). One was labeled "IR", one was labeled "UV", one was
labeled "STD" and one was labeled "REP/PREV".
I reopened my left eyelid.
Next, I closed my right eyelid. Again, the field of view in that eye was
divided into quadrants. This eye, however, was laid out a little different
than the others. One screen was labeled "CON", had green text on a black
background. There was a flashing cursor, but the text was too small for me
to notice. The next screen was labeled "STAT". It had a graphical menu,
with a wire-framed outline of what looked like me. The other screen,
marked "PROG" was itself divided into two more equidistant panes. The top
pane had code scrolling by so rapidly it was blurred. The bottom had a
flashing cursor. Last, the fourth pane was labeled "DIAG". It had a more
general picture outlined picture of myself. Kinda reminded me of the Ford
cars that had the outlines of the vehicles with LEDs which showed you if
the trunk lid wasn't closed.
I reopened my right eyelid.
Again I paused, looking straight ahead. I realized that whatever I did to
myself that this was going to make it a little more difficult to
concentrate on what I was doing, or seeing.
"I wish things were somewhat back to normal," I thought to myself.
Almost immediately after finishing the thought; my eyes became somewhat
normal again. Both fields of view were occupied again by a color image.
The three other images in my left eye minimized down to very tiny icons
toward the bottom; and the four "consoles" which were occupying my right
eye 10 seconds ago, were reduced as well.
"This is cool," I thought to myself.
Just then, I could hear Julie yelling to me from the bedroom, "Hurry up in
there!" she said.
I felt like a kid with a new toy.
I took my hands and closed my chest back up and examined it in the mirror.
Not a seam was visible! I had to find out more about myself, and who built
me; but all that could wait for another time.
I started the shower and proceeded to step in to bathe. I started to wash
my hair.
"114 deg. F" appeared in my consciousness. Instead of just 'feeling' if
something was too hot or too cold before; I actually knew the temperature
now! This was cool.
As I moved down past my waist to wash my groin; I noticed that my cock was
no longer hard. It was hanging down to the left like it normally did, and
it was definitely bigger.
"What a relief," I thought to myself. I had already decided that I would
telecommute tomorrow if it was still a visible 'problem' in the morning.
I finished showering, and dried off. When I walked out of the bathroom,
Julie was in her night-shirt under the covers.
"What were you doing in there," she asked me?
Climbing into bed -- I always slept naked -- I explained to her how I was
'examining' myself a little more.
She reached down to feel my cock and moved the flaccid pole from one side
to the other.
"Aww," she said. "You got rid of Mr. Happy."
"It went away while I was showering," I cajoled her.
"Hopefully not for good," she continued, moving her hand up my body to
caress my cheek. She told me good-night and kissed my other cheek as she
drifted off into sleep.
That night, I couldn't sleep. It wasn't like I needed to, at this point.
I spent the next 7 hours exploring my consciousness.
I learned the "IR" camera was extremely cool; it converted infra-red into
visible light. I could now see in the dark and tell if someone was running
a fever; in one fell swoop.
The "UV" camera was a little more obscure. It converted ultra-violet into
visible light. I wasn't sure where or how I would use this new "gift" but
none the less, I couldn't wait for the sun to come up and test it out.
The main camera was marked "STD". I'm assuming it stood for 'standard'.
The only other thing I could come up with is that maybe it was a camera
for seeing if people had any sexually transmitted diseases. I dismissed
that latter thought almost immediately.
The camera marked "REP/PREV" wasn't actually a camera I realized. It was
more of a VCR. I thought about the shower just a few minutes ago, and the
scenes were replaying in the window. As soon as I wished the screen was
bigger, it maximized to occupy my entire field of view.
"So I just think what I want and it happens," I thought to myself.
"Go, go, gadget legs," I thought out loud to myself.
I tried thinking back to me laying on the workbench down in the basement.
As soon as I finished my thought, the images of me staring over at Julie
working at her keyboard appeared. I could even hear the sound of the
furnace.
I thought back to New Year's Eve. I think I replayed us both climaxing as
the clock struck midnight over about 50 times. Each time, as my 'self'
crashed, the screen became all garbled and distorted then blackness.
I thought back to last week. Arnie was telling the same stupid joke about
the difference between geeks and lawyers.
I thought back to last month. Julie and I had went out to T.G.I. Fridays
for dinner. I remembered clearly now how the waiter sucked, and I didn't
tip him very well. The taste of the steak and beer from that dinner though
was as strong as if we'd just ate there 2 hours ago.
I tried to remember as far back as I possibly could. The first images were
of me driving to the grocery store to get some guavas.
"This is odd," I thought. I wondered if this thing had just a rewind.
"Just rewind," I thought to myself.
Like pressing rewind on a DVD player, faster and faster strange images
appeared. I tried to keep up with them, but couldn't.
Images that looked like combat exercises. Images of me, holding machine
guns, shooting at targets; and at people. Images of me in an operating
room, or a lab.
Men, women.
Strange men, and women. People I didn't know before. Army, Navy, Air
Force, and Marines uniforms. All ranks. Men in lab coats.
More images of me.
Unassembled.
"Pause," I thought to myself.
The timestamp read February 1, 1997, 18:11 GMT. There was my head, sitting
on a workbench, supported by a stand. A rather stout man sitting next to
me with a beard, working at a keyboard.
Arms to the left of me, legs to the right.
My hand, on the other side of him; attached to a robot arm, like the kind
you'd see in an automobile assembly plant (though much smaller).
"Play," I thought again.
The images rolled forward. There was no audio.
A woman was behind the man who was sitting next to me. She was working at
another table. Her back was to me so I couldn't see exactly what she was
doing until she moved. Then it hit me.
There was my lower torso; rather my hips, supported on the table by
another harness. Out in front, sticking straight up in the air, was my
cock!
She walked over to me, or rather to the stout man sitting next to me and
the two went over to it. She got a tray sitting next to her and held it
out, in front of my cock. She reached over to her keyboard and pressed a
few more buttons.
I came.
God, did I feel embarrassed at this point, looking at myself. She was
jumping up and down with joy, and the stout man was patting her on the
back.
A moment later, several other people entered the area, and she pressed the
button again.
I came, again.
One woman pressed a few more buttons and my cock spewed jism extremely
rapidly. The woman who was sitting there before gently pushed the other
woman away, pressed a few more buttons, and it stopped.
My cock went limp, and the woman set the tray underneath it to catch the
drainage.
I had to stop this; I was getting too depressed. I looked at the clock
next to the bed and it was midnight.
"Why is everyone so fascinated with my cock," I wondered.
I spent the rest of the night exploring different parts of my new gifts. I
put my robe on and went downstairs to the basement and watched the rest of
the videotape which Julie had recorded New Years.
It looks like she called Arnie over quite soon after she started
recording. He was there in about an hour. He did help her with me I
suppose. He also helped himself to me, too; which I wish I never saw!
Several hours into the tape, you could tell Julie was quite tired. Arnie
suggested to her to go to bed. She agreed, and walked up the stairs.
I guess Arnie didn't notice the camera propped up on the shelf recording
the whole incident.
A few minutes after Julie left, he approached me. My legs were dangling
off the long end of the table.
"You're an ASFR's fan dream come true," he said aloud.
"ASFR?! What the hell is ASFR," I thought to myself.
The next several minutes shocked and angered me immensely. Arnie proceeded
to violate my limp body there on the table.
Not once, but twice; he thrust his cock into my ass, picking my legs up
over his shoulders beforehand so he could 'get in'. When he was finished
fucking 'me', he grabbed my cock in his hands and proceeded to give me a
blowjob.
I was pissed. I was furious! I wanted to drive over to his apartment right
now and beat the shit out of him.
I felt hurt, abused, and violated.
I had to come up with a way to get even with him, somehow. It wasn't like
I could go to the cops with any of this.
The rest of the tape was pretty benign. He didn't violate me anymore -
that I could tell. I finished watching the tape around 3am, took it out of
the player and destroyed it.
I looked over Julie's notes a bit. She apparently 'explored' me a little
more than Arnie did. Her, I didn't mind! She made detailed drawings of the
inside of my head, arms, torso, back, etc.
It was really quite fascinating.
I was absorbing all of her notes when I didn't notice the time until I
heard footsteps coming down the stairs.
"Honey," Julie said as she peeked around the corner. "There you are!" she
said.
She came over to me and gave me a big hug. "I got worried about you when I
woke up and you weren't in the bed," she said.
"I was doing some introspection," I told her.
She picked up the crumpled videotape sitting on the floor. "What's this?"
she asked. "Why did you destroy the tape?"
"There was nothing on there worth watching," I told her; beginning to get
upset.
"Fuck you, then," she yelled at me. "I wanted to keep it for posterity!"
Trying to contain myself, I explained to her how if the tape fell into the
wrong hands, that we both could be in deep shit.
"You're right, as usual," she said; reaching up to kiss me.
She took my hand and guided me back up the stairs.
When we got up to the main floor of the house, Julie proceeded to begin
fixing breakfast. I refastened my robe, and walked outside to pick up the
paper. The sun was just about to come up.
As I opened the door, I simply thought of turning on the UV camera and
magically my entire field of view was transformed. Beautiful hues of blue,
violet, red, and magenta emanated in waves from behind the landscape.
Everything else was kind of eerie looking. I could make out the grass and
windows in my neighbors' houses - but everything else was black. The wood,
and concrete didn't reflect the UV rays hardly at all.
I thought of what the outside would look like in infrared. Just like
before, immediately after I finished my thought the view changed.
I think this was even more beautiful than the last! Shades of red to white
filled the sky. Magenta streaks laid upon the asphalt from Mr. River's car
tires next door. He worked nights at a meat-packing plant and always came
home in the early morning hours.
I saw the heat from a squirrel, sleeping up in the tree.
"Fucking amazing," I said out loud.
I picked up the morning's AJC, turned around, and walked back inside.
Julie set down some coffee for me at the table, and I opened the paper.
As soon as I took a look at the paper, something deep inside me told me to
turn the page. I did; and 500 milliseconds later, I was looking at the
next page.
This continued for about 2 minutes. I finished all the sections of the
paper and set it down for Julie.
"Nothing interesting worth reading," she asked me; glancing at the paper I
pushed to her.
"Very," I told her. "I finished reading it!"
Picking up the paper for herself, she looked at me from behind the pages,
"You couldn't do that before," she said.
"I couldn't do a lot of things before," I told her. "The coffee you and I
are drinking; it's exactly 132 deg. F in temperature." I went on. "The
toast, it's 103 deg. F. It's 71 deg. F in this room, with a 42% relative
humidity."
She laughed as she set her paper down. "My boyfriend has been turned into
a walking meteorological station."
I finished the toast and went upstairs to get dressed. I put on my briefs
and socks, picked a suitable shirt out of the closet, and put on my jeans
and belt.
While looking at myself in the mirror, I noticed the new "bulge" in my
pants. Julie had given me another 3 inches to my man-hood, and it was
visible now in my jeans. I debated untucking my shirt but figured I'd
leave it as it is. Untucked shirts were against the corporate climate of
my office.
I came downstairs, kissed her good-bye, and walked into the garage to head
to work.
Driving to Buckhead was always a pain in the ass. I lived in Alpharetta
and had to take SR-400 each day. Predictably, there must have been a
pile-up later on down the road because as I got to Holcomb Bridge Road,
traffic was at a stand-still.
About 30 minutes later, I made my way through the toll-booth and sped up
so I could get over to take the Lenox Rd. exit.
I pulled into my office building, waved my parking card so the gate would
raise, and parked my car.
I walked into the building, swiped my access badge, and entered the
elevator.
As I got off the elevator on the 16th floor, I swiped my access badge
again, entered my office, and made my way to my desk.
Several people were in already, and we shared our normal pleasantries as
we did in the morning.
I booted up my computer, checked eMail, and began to work.
Right about this time Arnie got in and walked over to sit in the next cube
to me. He didn't say anything to me, nor did I to him.
I was busy coding away for about an hour, when I saw his reflection in the
mirror on my monitor.
I pushed my chair back, stood up, and faced him.
"How's it going, dude," he said; putting one hand on my shoulder, the
other on my crotch.
While pushing him back, I scornfully told him, "Fine!"
Laughing, he reproached me. "I see you fixed your 'problem' you had
yesterday." he said.
I was getting furious. While looking at him, I replayed the sequence I saw
that morning on the videotape.
I stepped towards him, and grabbed his arm with my hand, directing him to
the breakroom at the end of the office.
As we entered, I forced him down into a chair.
"Listen you faggot fuck," I whispered to him. "I know what you did to me
while I was 'unconscious' Friday night."
He started squirming in his chair a little. "Do what? I didn't do anything
to you," he said, lying.
"Fuck you!" I said a little louder, then quickly whispering again. "Julie
had a video camera propped up in the basement - she recorded everything,"
I said with emphasis.
"Does she know?" he asked, covering his face with his hands.
"Not yet," I said. "Now get the fuck up."
I escorted him back to his desk, and we continued about our day.
The day pretty much went relatively smoothly. I was checking the code
revisions I was making to the card processing module into the CVS
repository.
Co-workers stopped by; we chatted about our holidays and how they were
spent. I casually mentioned to Angie that mine was boring since I was
unconscious for pretty much the whole weekend. This brought a roaring
laugh from Arnie's cube.
After lunch, I continued to work. I guess I got captivated with my work
that I didn't know my new found special abilities were starting to show
through.
While listening to some Dave Matthew's Band CD's, I began typing faster
and faster. People around me were starting to notice. Faster and faster my
fingers traversed the keyboard, in the open vi session I had, working on
the code. A steady stream of clicks without pauses reverberated from my
cube. As I stopped to check on the code a co-worker was working on, I
turned around and a rather large crowd had formed.
I had finished coding close to 10,000 lines of code in about 25 minutes.
"Hot damn," Robert said; breaking the cheers and applause which had
started. "That's the fastest coding I'd ever seen! You had to have been
typing close to 500 words per minute!"
"Uh, it was nothing," I replied, forcing my way through the crowd.
As I walked away to head downstairs, Arnie yelled out from the back of the
crowd, "Go ahead, Mike! Tell 'em how you do it!" he said.
I was not amused. "Too much caffeine!" I yelled back, walking out the
door.
When I got back to my cube; I had a new voice mail waiting for me. It was
Scott, my boss. "Stop by my cube as soon as you get this message," he
said.
"Shit!" I thought to myself. Did Arnie tell them?
I walked over to his cube and sat down on the other side of his desk.
Since he was a manager, his cube was twice as big as mine. This seemed
totally unfair; since he did half the work I, or any other programmer did.
"I heard you almost broke your keyboard a few minutes ago," he said; his
back to me facing his screen. "Care to tell me what's going on?"
I paused for a moment and rubbed my hands on my legs.
"Nothing's going on," I told him.
"Uh huh," he said - still playing his game of Mahjongg.
"Do you have a problem with the way I'm doing my job," I asked him
sarcastically.
"Whatever is not going on," he said, "I like it. Keep it up."
"I haven't been having a problem with that lately," I mumbled.
"Will do, thanks." I said, as I left his office.
As I walked about 10 steps away, I heard him pick up the phone. I thought
about walking back but just thought it would be nice if I could hear what
he was saying.
As before with my new found gifts, almost immediately, the rest of the
noises in the office drowned out and I was picking up his voice; and the
voice on the other end, quite clearly.
"I think we have a problem with Michael Collins," he told the voice on the
other end. "I'd like to schedule a random drug test for him if that's ok."
"We'll schedule him for a urinalysis test tomorrow," the woman on the
other end replied.
I became a little apprehensive. How could someone like me, without a
bladder, give a urinalysis? What if they wanted blood?!
I quickly walked back to my cube and thought about the predicament I was
in. How was I going to get by this one? This explains why I remember
drinking Orange Juice, and then pissing Orange Juice a little while later;
or drinking coffee and, well, you know. I got sick of looking at brown and
orange urine that most of the time I relegated myself to drinking nothing
but water.
"Wait a minute!" I thought to myself. "Arnie, I need Arnie!" As I finished
formulating my thought, the thought of what I needed him for didn't appeal
to me at all.
I got up and walked to his cube next-door. "I need you," I told him as I
entered.
"The famous Michael Collins needs me?" he questioned sarcastically.
"Shut the fuck up," I told him. "We're leaving now," I told him. "Come
back to my house."
Arnie followed me back to my house in Alpharetta. He pulled in behind me
into the driveway.
He followed me into the kitchen and sat down at the bar.
"Wassup, dude!" he asked.
"Do you do any drugs?" I asked him. "I mean any. Are you also on any
prescription medications?"
"No, man! I only act high," he said. "I'm not on any drugs either."
"Good," I told him. I could tell he wasn't lying - his face twitches
slightly when he's lying and he can't control it.
"Drink this," I told him; handing him a glass of water that I had just
poured. "Drink it fast."
Arnie finished the glass in a few seconds and set it back down on the bar.
"What was this all about?" he genuinely asked.
"Shut up and drink," I said, giving him another glass I had just poured as
I filled the one he just finished back up.
This process ensued for the next 20 or so minutes. As he started to slow
down, I urged him to go faster.
"Be right back, need to take a piss," he told me after he finished the
35th glass.
"Sit down!" I yelled at him. "You aren't going anywhere!" I told him, as I
handed him another glass. He could tell I was serious.
After about the 15th glass from the second round; he got up.
"Dude, I have got to take a piss or I'm going to burst!" he yelled.
I handed him an empty gallon milk jug. "Go in here," I told him.
"You're not serious," he asked me.
I shoved the jug at him.
"You're not gonna drink this shit, are you?" he asked me; legs crossed,
holding the jug up to his chest.
"Relieve yourself in there," I told him.
Arnie went into the downstairs bathroom, jug in hand. Several minutes
later, an audible sigh was heard. He opened the door and handed me a
half-filled jug of light yellow urine.
"Is that all?" I asked him. "You drank 4.375 gallons of water here. There
should be more." I said.
"Mike, the human body absorbs some water," he told me. "I'll have to go
again, soon, I'm sure."
I capped the jug and put it into the garage.
Arnie and I went into the living room and watched some TV.
Sure enough, 12 minutes later, Arnie said he had to go, again.
I got the jug, and handed it to him in the bathroom. I stood there,
waiting for him to proceed draining his bladder.
"Aren't you going to leave?" he asked me.
"No, this is fascinating." I told him.
Arnie took the jug abruptly from me and turned his back. A steady stream
of liquid could be heard pouring into the half-filled plastic container.
Arnie audibly struggled as the stream stopped. He capped the lid and
handed me a now full gallon milk jug filled with his urine.
As I left the room to stow the container, and put the glasses in the
washer, more liquid could be heard streaming into the toilet from the
bathroom.
I went back into the living room. Arnie reappeared; his face bestowed with
a sign of relief.
"You drank a clear liquid, and it comes out yellow," I told him. "Why is
that?"
Visibly uncomfortable, he struggled as he tried to think of the words to
say. "Urine is waste," he told me. "The drinks we drink hydrate us, but
also flush out toxins and other shit out of our bodies. I guess the yellow
is the other shit." he said. "Would you mind telling me what's going on?"
I turned off the TV and reclined back in my chair.
"Scott wants me to take a drug test tomorrow," I told him.
"Ah! Yuri-nalisis," he replied.
"You got it," I replied.
"So this means you're," he said, pausing. "You're gonna drink it?" he
continued slowly. "YUCK!"
"My systems have no waste to process. Any liquid I intake gets expunged
without processing." I explained.
"This explains why your piss smells of stale coffee sometimes when we're
in the bathroom together," he recalled.
"I didn't think it was common for men to go around smelling the piss of
their bathroom patrons," I said jeeringly.
"It's not!" he defended. "It's just that yours is strong sometimes. This
explains it."
Arnie stayed for a few more minutes and then left. Shortly afterwards,
Julie's car pulled up in the driveway.
"Mike?" she said concerned, as she entered the kitchen.
"In here hon."
"Is anything wrong," she asked me. "You're home awful early."
"Nope, finished up early at work. How was your day?"
"Same old bullshit," she told me, fixing herself a glass of water.
"Fine," she said, getting some ice out of the freezer.
"Could you fix me a glass as well," I asked her; still in the kitchen.
Julie walked into the living room to join me, two glasses of water in
hand. She handed me one, as she took the other and sat down on the couch.
I poured the entire glass into my mouth and ingested it.
Shortly after setting the glass back down, green text appeared, seemingly
in mid air. The text read, "FLUID RESERVOIR: 18% FULL".
"That was weird," I said aloud.
"What?"
"My fluid reservoir is 18% full," I said sarcastically.
"How do you know that," she asked.
"Green text flashed in mid air and told me."
"Wild," she said. "Here, have the rest of mine," she suggested; handing me
her glass.
Again, I poured the remaining contents of her glass into my mouth and down
my throat without swallowing.
A second or two later, the same text appeared in thin air. "FLUID
RESERVOIR: 34% FULL".
"34% I told her as I read the text."
"Cool!" she said energetically; running into the kitchen with my empty
glass, filling it back up.
I thought this was kinda fun, too. This was something new that was
happening to me.
Eagerly I drank the water down. Julie was already back in the kitchen
filling up her glass again, now. I got up to be in the kitchen with her;
after all, it made no sense for her to keep running back and forth.
"54%" I read the status message aloud.
She began to hand me another glass when I motioned for her to stop.
I reached over to the sink to grab the spray hose; turned on the sink, and
put the hose in my mouth.
Suddenly, red text appeared in front of me. "FLUID RESERVOIR: 95% FULL"
"This is different," I told her. "The text is red, now; and it says 95%."
"What happens when you reach 100?" she genuinely asked.
"I'm not sure," I honestly told her.
She handed me the still full glass of water she was holding, and I
attempted to pour it down my throat. I say attempted, because I only got
about 33% of it down; the rest spilled out of my mouth.
I was laughing, and tried to talk; as still more liquid was spilling out
of my mouth, but I could mouth the words, but nothing was heard.
Just then, flashing red text appeared in front of me, "FLUID RESERVOIR:
FULL - EXPUNGE NOW"
I walked to the bathroom, and motioned for Julie to follow. I unzipped my
pants, and aimed my cock into the bowl. Strangely, I didn't have any urge
to go to the bathroom. A small pump started up inside my torso, and a
strong, steady stream of water flowed out of me.
A few seconds later, I found I was able to talk. I started to explain to
her what just happened, while I was still pouring more and more fluid into
the toilet.
"Too wild," she said. Leaving the bathroom to let me finish my business.
I finished, flushed the toilet, and walked back into the living room.
Julie had relocated herself to my chair; so I laid down on the couch.
"2.4 liters," I told her. "2.4 liters is how much I expunged."
"Awesome! You could put out a small fire with that," she said, giggling.
"Actually, I think it was 2 liters; and the other .4 came from the
overflow."
"Makes sense," she said, flipping the TV to the news.
I picked up the copy of Al Gore's book about the environment and started
flipping through the pages. Julie watched the news for a little more, then
got up to go to the kitchen to fix some dinner.
"Would you like me to fix you anything," she asked from behind me.
"No thanks," I responded. After all, I didn't really need food - and it
would just be a waste of money.
Julie fixed herself some spaghetti and meat sauce, and came into the
living room to enter it.
"Jules, do you think I'm a freak?" I asked from behind the pages.
"Of course not," she scolded. "You're you!"
"But I'm not even human," I continued.
"Mike," she said, putting her plate down and walking over to climb on top
of me. "You don't need to be human to be human," she said, laying on top
of me. "I just wish I could see what you see; feel what you feel."
"You don't want to be like me," I told her, brushing her hair away from
her face.
"I don't; you're right," she said, "but I do want to understand you a
little more."
"Be right back," I said, as I motioned for her to get up.
I walked downstairs to the basement to my box of junk. Somewhere in there
I knew I had a 25' AV cable.
While rummaging around for about 5 minutes, I found the cable I was
looking for and ran back up the stairs. Julie was sitting back in my
chair, finishing her supper. I opened the entertainment center and
connected one end of the AV cables to the jacks on the VCR.
I took my shirt off as I went to go lay back down on the couch. While
reclined, I opened my chest like I had done before, and connected the
cables to the three jacks in my chest.
"What are you doing?" Julie asked me, finishing up her supper.
"We're both about to find out," I replied. "I noticed these last night
while I was looking at myself in the mirror - three female RCA jacks. One
yellow, one red, and one white. About the only thing I can think of is
that they're AV jacks." I said. "Now, whether they're input or output
we're about to find out."
"Turn the TV to VIDEO 1," I asked her, as I finished hooking up the cables
to my chest.
Julie changed the channel on the television. As soon as it was tuned, we
both heard an awful screech. In a reflex action, I cupped my hands over my
ears.
"Turn the volume down," I ordered. She hit the mute button.
"What was that," she asked.
"Feedback," I replied. "Everything I am hearing and seeing is being
broadcasted to the TV now."
Julie lowered the volume on the remote, and depressed the mute button
again.
"What are all those boxes," she asked, looking at the minimized screens
superimposed over the border of the picture.
"Status screens, different cameras."
"Show me one," she asked politely.
I formed the thought of bringing the infra-red camera into full view, and
there on the television it maximized filling the entire picture.
Of course, it also filled my field of view, too. I turned to my left to
look at Julie; who I could tell was still watching the television, but she
was waving her hands at me.
"Cool!" she said. "You're a walking TV studio."
"That's not the best part," I told her as I turned everything normal
again.
I replayed the last 30 seconds, and Julie saw an instant replay of herself
on the television.
"Wow!" she said enthusiastically. "You're a walking VCR, too! Home
movies!"
I chuckled.
"How come the picture's so fuzzy," she asked.
I had noticed that, too, while I was trying to remember back. "My guess
it's because of the compression my 'memories' are stored in. It's a lossy
compression."
"How far back can you go?" she asked.
"Far enough," I said.
I set the time index to August 7th, 1997, at 6:21pm.
Appearing on the screen, was a close-up shot of Julie, as I was
approaching her to ask her about the guavas there in the grocery store in
California.
"Awww," she said aloud. "Look at my hair! You mean you were videotaping
the whole thing," she asked; tones of discontent forming in her voice.
"Jules, I didn't realize I was doing it at the time." I explained. "These
are my memories."
We watched part of our two hour exchange for a bit. She got a little upset
when I had to minimize the replay window just a tad. After all, I did want
to look at her, too while we were watching the 'home movies'.
"Show me something a little more fun," she asked.
I changed the time index to December 31, 1999, 11:55pm.
"Ooh!" she said. "I like this!"
I replayed the last five minutes of my memories of 1999. She was getting
visibly turned on watching our last fuck of the 20th century.
Jules got up as the screen went black and laid on top of me again. She
picked up the AV cable in her hand and followed the length of cable up to
my chest. Gently she grabbed each cable and pulled it out my jacks.
"Stay here," she said, getting off of me.
She walked downstairs and came back a few minutes later with her tool case
in her hand.
"Woah," I said, putting my hands up to stop her as she approached me.
"What are you planning on doing with that?"
"I want to remove your chest," she said. "I'd like to fuck you with your
chest off this time."
I was apprehensive to say the least, and mulled over her proposition for a
moment or two.
"I'm not going to hurt you," she said. "Do you trust me?"
There we go again with the trust question.
I conceded reluctantly, and Julie got a small screwdriver out of her
pouch. With great care, she removed the 16 screws attaching my chest
plates to the four hinges and set them down on the coffee table. There
were two flat ribbon cables coming out of me, connecting to each chest
plate.
She removed the ribbon cables and set hem aside.
I felt extremely vulnerable at this point.
She reached down to unbutton my pants and slowly slid my zipper down. She
pulled off my shoes and forced down my pants as I arched up to help her
get them down. She then took my hand and pulled me up.
I stood up in front of her and put my arms around her waist. Julie's head
was at the same height as my now exposed chest and she rested hers in
mine.
She reached down to take my briefs in her hands and pulled them down.
"Awww," she said, cupping my balls in her hand. "Where's Mr. Happy?" she
asked.
"At your service," I said, grinning. In a short instant, my cock was fully
erect. The speed of its erection caused it to slap her belly. Giggling,
she took a step back when this happened.
She turned around to stand in front of me and I placed my hands on her
breasts, massaging them. Julie ran her right hand up my thigh and grabbed
my balls in her hand. Walking away from me, I had no choice but to follow.
She led me, my balls still in her hand, up the stairs to our bedroom where
she pushed me down onto the bed.
"You never did explain to me how you made my cock bigger," I reminded her.
"Hydraulics," she said.
I didn't say anything but just looked at her.
"Your programming menu, there are limits set for the hydraulics in your
cock," she went on. "All I did was change the parameters."
"How big can it get," I said, stroking my cock in my right hand.
She got down to lay beside me, and ran her hands under my balls.
"I stopped at 12 inches," she explained. "It looked like your skin would
rip."
"Twelve inches," I said softly. "Wow!"
"So, I gave you an extra 3. You're right at ten inches right now."
Julie let her other hand traverse across my body. One thing I noticed was
that I couldn't feel anything in my chest. I saw she was gliding her
fingers over components and switches; but I couldn't feel her hand once it
entered my chest.
This made a little bit of sense to me; apparently I had touch sensors.
Perhaps that's what the ribbon cables were connected to. Why would anyone
build a machine with touch sensors under its hood.
Just then Julie accidentally flipped a switch. I'm not sure what happened
but I felt very strange. I could no longer move or talk.
"Who are you?" I heard myself say. But it wasn't me!
"Stop joking, Michael," she said laughing.
I got up off the bed and stood to the side of it at attention. I saw in
the mirror my cock was still at attention, too.
"Michael, what are you doing?" she said, her voice sounding a little more
concerned.
I didn't move, and stayed facing straight ahead.
"Who is Michael?" I asked her.
Julie got up and stood in front of me, a look of disgust forming on her
face.
"You!" she exclaimed.
"I am the DARPA Model 1 Prototype Combat Android," I said. "Do you have
instructions for me?"
"Combat android?" she said.
I had to admit, I was wondering the same thing.
"I am programmed for multiple combat scenarios," I went on. "Do you have
instructions for me?"
Julie paused for a second and stared me in the eyes. I just faced forward.
A few moments later, Julie approached me. I stuck out my arm to hold her
at bay.
"I need to make some adjustments," she told me.
"Very well," I told her, moving my arm back to my side.
Julie reached into my chest and moved the same switch she had flipped
earlier back to its previous position. Immediately, I fell to the ground.
She tried to grab me, but I weighed too much for her.
"Thank you," I told her.
"Michael?"
"Yes!" I exclaimed, getting off of the ground.
"Who was that?" she asked.
"I don't know." I said, embracing her. "I guess I was built by the
military. DARPA is the Advanced Research Project Administration."
"I like you better like this," she said.
"Me, too." I said. "Do you have instructions for me?" I asked her with a
wink.
I could tell she was scared for a brief moment, but when she realized I
was joking by the winking she shoved me back onto the bed.
"I do have instructions for you, Mr. Combat Android," she said wryly.
"Fuck my brains out!" she said laughing, while climbing on top of me.
"At your service, madam," I replied.
Our marathon lovemaking sessions began. Julie spent most of her time
sitting on top of me; watching the LEDs flash inside my chest. I made a
conscious effort of looking at her; her tits, and down at her pussy riding
my cock. I wanted to savor these moments. I had something special planned
for these memories.
Julie brought me to orgasm, but as I came I noticed something different
this time.
"SEMINAL RESERVOIR: 8%" appeared in red text after I finished expelling
inside of her.
"I have a fucking gauge for my cum," I thought to myself, somewhat
disgusted by the distraction.
Of course, this got me thinking - how much cum did I have? What was it
made of? Where did it come from?
I walked downstairs and brought back up my two chest plates, the screws,
and the screwdriver Julie had used earlier to remove them.
I carried them with me into the bathroom, closed the drain to the sink,
and set everything down.
Julie walked in moments later.
"What are you doing?" she asked me.
"Putting my chest back together," I told her, trying to position one of
the plates in my hand while trying to hold the screw and screwdriver in
the other.
I was having a little bit of difficulty.
"Here, let me help you!" she said turning me around.
With sincere gentility, she carefully positioned my left chest plate
aligned with the hinges. I held the plate in position with my hands as
she, for a change, screwed me. :)
Slowly, and carefully, she turned the screwdriver clock-wise driving the 8
small screws which held my left chest in place.
We repeated the procedure again for my right chest. Julie had forgotten to
reattach the sensor cables, but I didn't mind. I stayed in the bathroom
after she left, reopened my chest, and snapped them back into place.
When I walked out, Julie was laying down in bed reading a book.
"Whacha reading?" I asked, laying down beside her.
"Asimov's 'I, Robot'." she said.
"Good book," I replied, reaching over to kiss her.
I put my head down on the pillow, and laid down to watch TV.
I brought up my replay window and started rewinding my memories again.
I rewound my memories to frame zero. The time index read January 15th,
1997, 20:24 GMT. The picture was black.
"We've got audio," a voice could be heard.
"Great work Dr. Carson! What about video?" another said.
"Gimme a sec." said the first.
A few moments later, the picture became pure white, followed by a rainbow
blur.
"Needs focusing," the first man said again.
Another moment passed. I could hear the sound of an electric screwdriver
removing something very close to me.
"There!" the voice said, as his face became clear. He stooped down to
stand in front of me.
I could hear gears and motors turning, beeps, clicks, and other strange
noises.
"Welcome to your existence, Michael," the man said smiling, while looking
into my eyes.
"Doctor," the other man said. "It is the Model 1 Combat Android. Not
Michael."
"He'll always be Michael to me," the first man said; stepping outside the
field of view.
"I expect a full report in the morning," the first man said. Seconds
later, I heard a door open and then close.
"Don't listen to him," the first man said; stepping back into my field of
view. "Would you like to see what you look like?" he asked, maneuvering a
mirror into view.
The image that was reflected shocked and horrified me.
Appearing in the mirror was a dull metallic skull. Wires and cables were
coming out of the back of it. There were no eyes, no nose. No lips,
either.
It was not a full skull, in the sense that it was solid. There were parts
of it which were devoid of metal. The reflected image of me opened its
mouth and stuck out its tongue.
The tongue was a cage which writhed around. It had very tiny wires and
cables embedded beneath the caging. As the mouth closed I noticed gears
moving inside the skull.
I stopped the playback and minimized the window.
Whether all of this which had happened to me the past four days was a
dream before suddenly seemed all too real, now.
I really was an android.
I tried thinking back to last year at some random moment. Another image
appeared.
It was Jared and I after jogging one weekend afternoon.
There was Jared, hunched over grabbing his breath after the run. I was
just laying on the ground relaxing.
"You must be a superman or something," he told me.
"What makes you say that," I said; springing up.
Jared still has his hands on his legs trying to regain his strength. "Look
at you man!" he said. "You haven't even broken a sweat, and we just got
done running 5 miles!"
"Good genes," I told him.
"Must be!"
I don't know why, but for some reason Jared and I didn't run much after
that. I was always too busy or something.
I looked over at Julie; she had fallen asleep. Reaching over, I turned off
the light, gave her a kiss, and laid back down.
I didn't go to sleep that night, but stayed up reflecting over my past
life. Julie experienced REM three times that night. The last dream she had
must have been good since she had an orgasm during it.
I wondered what she was dreaming about. Would I ever dream again, too?
I spent the rest of the night watching more and more memories replayed in
my mind; concentrating on the most earliest of ones.
Dr. Jonas Carson was the man who designed me for DARPA. I learned I was
designed as a military drone; an expendable soldier.
Congress figured they could mass-produce androids like myself for less
money than it cost to train and support a human counterpart. An obedient
being, one who didn't question authority; or orders.
Vice-President Gore found out about the project, and persuaded President
Clinton to steamroller it, I learned. Gore felt the technology and money
used to develop me could be spent better helping the poor.
I no longer had a purpose. Dr. Carson was ordered to dismantle me but
instead of doing so, he added some new programming and escorted me out of
the building, passing me off as a visitor, on August 7th, 1997 with one
directive. Fall in love with the first woman I met.
The rest, as they say, is history.
But did I love Julie? Did I truly love her, or was I just programmed to
love her since she was the first woman I met in that grocery store.
At least I also learned what my cum was, and where it came from; so this
evening wasn't a total waste. It was a synthetic protein viscous fluid,
with gelatinous properties. There was a liter container in my lower
abdomen which contained it. Now, if only I knew where to find some more!
:)
About this time, Julie's alarm clock went off. It was 6 o'clock a.m.
She reached over to turn off the alarm. I was laying on my side just
admiring her majestic beauty.
"Hmmm. Good morning," she said, reaching over to kiss me. "Did you have a
good night?" she asked.
"It was wonderful, thank you." I said.
"Wanna fuck?" she asked.
I stroked her hair as I told her I couldn't. She was visibly disappointed,
but said, "oh well," and got up to go to the bathroom.
I got up to go downstairs to get the morning paper which had arrived about
20 minutes ago.
As I got my robe on to walk downstairs, Julie walked up behind me, put her
arms around my waist, grabbed my cock and said, "Tonight though, right?"
"We'll see," I replied, gently moving her hand away so I could move.
We went about our morning routines; with me reading the paper. She fixed
herself a bagel and had some coffee. When she finished eating and getting
dressed, I walked back upstairs to get ready.
As I came back down, I kissed her on the cheek, and walked into the
garage. I almost forgot about the urinalysis this morning as I unlocked
the car door, but quickly remembered and walked over to the gallon of
Arnie's urine sitting in the garage.
It took a moment for me to bring up the courage to actually remove the
cap. What I was about to do went against the core of my being, but I
didn't see where I really had a choice.
I lifted the jug up to my mouth and ingested approximately 16 oz. before I
recapped the container and hid it.
"FLUID RESERVOIR: 23% FULL" flashed like clockwork in front of me.
It tasted like shit. No, it tasted like piss. If I could gag, I probably
would've.
I got into work about 8 o'clock that morning and walked over to my desk.
While I was booting up my computer, a man and a woman approached my cube
from behind.
"Mr. Collins?" the woman said.
"Yes?"
"I'm Janet Roberts and this is Marcus Trent. We're with Dynatech labs,"
she said. "We'd like you to come with us if you don't mind."
They walked me outside to the bathroom and the man, Marcus, gently forced
me inside while the woman waited outside.
"Take this," he said, handing me a plastic container. "Piss in this, this
is for a drug test."
"Aren't you going to leave?" I asked him.
"Nope, can't." he said.
I had this fuckit attitude. I didn't really care much anymore. I stood in
front of him, unzipped my pants and whipped my cock right out.
I could tell he was a little uncomfortable.
"Your mother black," he asked me, looking at my cock resting in the cup I
was holding.
"No, why do you ask?" I said.
"Just wondering."
"By the way, how much do you want?" I asked.
"As much as you can give," he responded.
"Well, I can give you about 16 oz.'s worth, but I don't think this
container will hold that much." I said chuckling.
"Then just fill it," he replied, making a conscious effort of looking me
in my eyes.
I filled about 4 ounces of Arnie's urine into the container and handed it
to him. As he took it, I walked to the urinal and expelled the remaining
twelve ounces I had consumed earlier.
When I walked out of the bathroom, I saw those two had left already, So I
decided to get into the staircase and walk downstairs.
I stopped at the second floor. This was the floor for SynChem, a chemical
research company.
As I opened the door, I saw Lisa sitting at her receptionist's desk.
"Hi, Mike!" she said, standing up to greet me. "What brings you down
here?"
"Is Tracy in?" I asked her.
"She is!" she said, enthusiastically. "Go ahead and have a seat, I'll page
her."
As I sat down and flipped through a copy of Omni on the table, I could
hear Lisa talking to Tracy on the phone.
"Loverboy is here," she told Lisa, whispering.
"Mark?" Tracy asked.
"Think again."
"Jack?"
"Think again. Hint, 6'2"."
"Alex?"
"Nope!" Lisa said, giggling. "Hint, muscular. Brown hair, blue eyes.
Gorgeous dimples."
I felt like blushing hearing Tracy describe myself to Lisa on the other
end.
"Mike?" Tracy said.
"Bingo!"
Twenty seconds later, the door flung opened as Lisa was trying to compose
herself, and catch her breath.
"Mike!" she exclaimed. "So good to see you! Come on back!" she motioned
for me to follow.
We walked back to her area on the far side of the office. It had black
wooden tables with test-tubes, Bunsen burners, and equipment spread about.
"Hey," I said, sitting up on a table.
"What's up?" she replied, unbuttoning the top button in her blouse.
"If I give you something, do you think you can tell me what it is, or even
duplicate it?" I asked.
"Sure!" she exclaimed, clasping her hands together. "We can duplicate just
about any chemical compound. What's up?"
"Can I borrow a large test tube?" I asked her.
She handed me the largest test tube she had. I reached over to give her a
peck on the cheek. "I'll be right back," I told her.
I walked outside her office to the bathroom in the hall. I made my way to
the farthest stall; closed, and locked the door.
I unzipped my pants, uncapped the tube, and set it under my cock.
Concentrating, I slowly deposited cum into the tube, filling it up about
half way.
"SEMINAL RESERVOIR: 4%" appeared in red after I was finished.
I recapped the tube, and set it in my breast pocket; put my cock back in
my pants, and then zipped them back up.
I walked back into the SynChem offices, waved to Lisa, and walked back to
Tracy's area.
She took her safety goggles off as she saw me approach, and I reached into
my shirt pocket and handed her the tube.
"Mike, it looks like cum!" she said, stirring the contents centrifugal.
"It's not, trust me."
"What is it?" she asked, holding it up to the light.
"I can't tell you," I said; walking over to look at the contents with her
through the light.
"Well, I'll analyze it, see what it is, and see if we can dupe it. How
much do you want?"
"A liter, at least - possibly two." I replied.
"A liter!" she exclaimed. "That's going to depend on how complicated a
compound this stuff is! What's in it for me?" she asked.
"Gratitude?" I asked.
"I'll settle for you just buying me lunch." she said.
"Deal," I said waving good-bye to her.
I walked back up the stairs to the 16th floor, and sat back down at my
desk.
Arnie was in his cube typing away at his keyboard.
We had a code freeze meeting at 10 which was boring as hell. Scott didn't
do anything for the meeting except ask us all where we were with our
modules. A build was scheduled to begin at 1pm, after lunch so the rest of
the morning was pretty boring after I checked the rest of my modules into
CVS.
I purposely tried to avoid Arnie for most of the morning. He stepped over
to try to chat with me on a couple of occasions; each time I picked up the
phone to either check my voice mail (which I had none) or call Julie at
BellSouth.
Julie, it turned out, was having a very bad day. Her supervisor, whom she
liked, was fired abruptly this morning and the replacement they sent was
already turning her department upside down.
I consoled her as best as I could over the phone and promised her a
wonderful evening tonight to take away her worries.
Around 12:30, Tracy called me from downstairs.
"Your stuff is ready," she said.
"Already?" I asked enthusiastically.
"Yeah, it was a pretty simple compound."
She went on to explain that she didn't quite know what it was, but that
she did confirm it was a water soluble, synthetic protein based compound.
"Is it toxic," I asked.
"Hardly - it's essentially the stuff they use in the foodservice industry
to aid in confectionery preparation."
"Cool!" I said. "Be right up!"
I jetted out of the office and went down to the 2nd floor in the elevator.
As I walked into SynChem, Lisa picked up the phone.
"She'll be right out," she told me setting the phone down.
"Excellent!"
Lisa was just about to ask me what I had Tracy do for me when the bell
saved me by a phone call she had.
A moment later while Lisa was still on the phone, Tracy walked out with
two boxes.
"What are those?" I asked.
"Six liters of your secret stuff," she said.
"Six," I said surprised.
"Yeah, it took only a few more minutes to make the extra four than it did
the first two."
"Cool!" I said. "How much do I owe you?"
"How about lunch?"
"Can't," I said. "We have a build beginning in a half-hour. How about
tomorrow?"
"Great!" she said, handing me the boxes.
I went back upstairs and set the boxes under my desk.
I was filled with anticipation with the thought of having to fill myself
back up.
I reached down to open one of the boxes, and picked up one of the bottles.
The bottles had a SynChem label on them which said, "SynChem - Synthetic
Semen - Part No. 9002-3927"
I froze.
"What's that?" Arnie said, surprising me. I didn't notice him walking into
my cube.
"Nothing!" I said, quickly putting the bottle away, stowing the box back
under my desk.
"Hey," he said. "I'm going down the street to Mellow Mushroom. Wanna join
me?"
"Can't. Have to finish up some things," I replied, turning my back to him.
Arnie walked away, as I picked up the phone to call Tracy.
"What's up with the label," I asked her, as she answered her extension.
"Hey," she said happily. "The stuff you gave me, it was already
cataloged." she said. "We manufacture it for a sex-toy distributor in
Amsterdam. That's just the label the computer printed out automatically."
"Oh," I said.
"Where'd you get that, anyway?" she asked.
"Julie asked me to ask you about it." I told her, lying.
"Sounds like Julie is into some kinky shit, if you ask me." she said.
"Heh," I said quietly. "Thanks again."
She acknowledged the favor and we hung up the phone.
I started to shut down my computer and go home for the day when Scott
walked up to my cube.
"What are you doing," he asked me.
"I'm not feeling very well, gonna finish the day at home if that's ok with
you." I asked him.
"Yeah whatever," he told me. "By the way, we got the results back from
your drug test earlier today."
"And?"
"You still have a job." he replied.
"Thanks," I said; picking up the boxes and walking past him.
Traffic was backed up for miles on 400 going home. The drive took me about
an hour to go all of 15 miles. I brought the boxes inside, and set them on
the counter and paused for a while trying to figure out how I was going to
refill my reservoir for Julie.
I skimmed through some of the earlier memories and found several scenes
where technicians were actually assembling me.
My cock was actually part of a mechanism which was inserted into my hip
cavity, but in order for it to be removed, my legs had to be detached from
my hip, first.
I brought the cases downstairs, stepped out of my pants and underwear, and
hopped up on the table.
I depressed an area at the top of where a human's hamstring muscle would
normally be and my right leg easily came off.
I repeated this process for my left leg and set them beside me.
I immediately started to fall back and had to position my left arm behind
me to support myself. Realizing this was an awkward position, I pushed
myself to lean up against the wall.
There were several screws holding my pelvis to my hip. Fortunately, a
Phillips screwdriver was within arm's reach, and I carefully removed the
eight screws holding my pelvis in place setting them next to me.
Alarms were flashing all around in front of me warning me of system
failures throughout. My diagnostic and status screens kept popping up
obstructing my view. It was a conscious effort just to keep them minimized
so they wouldn't distract me.
I don't think I was designed to be as cogniscent of my self as I had
become.
I lifted my pelvis from me. There was a thin, plastic tube, which ran up
inside of me. It had a one-way connector on it. Attached to several areas
were about twenty wires. Slowly I disconnected each wire, making note of
where each one was connected.
Next, I carefully unscrewed the connector on the tube and realized this
was the tube for my fluid reservoir which must be located further up
inside me somewhere. Holding my pelvis upside down, resting my cock and
balls on my stomach so I could get a better look inside, I saw there was a
square plastic container with a screwtop lid behind some mechanics. The
container had a hand-written label on it which said in script, "Seminal
Reservoir."
I lifted up the container and noticed another tube with a screwcap feeding
into the same box where the other tube I had noticed before was. Being
careful not to pull anything loose, I unscrewed the cap and poured some of
the contents into my hand.
It looked like a glop of cum alright, and was just as sticky.
I grabbed one of the bottles Tracy had given me earlier today and slowly
unscrewed the cap and began pouring the contents into the plastic
container, being careful not to spill anything.
Slowly I screwed the cap back on and set the container back in its place.
Carefully I reattached the wires. When I finished connecting the last one,
a green text message flashed.
"SEMINAL PUMP PRIMING - PLEASE WAIT"
"What was this?" I wondered.
Before I could finish the thought, I heard the pump inside my pelvis start
up. By the time it finished, there was a large glop of cum flowing down my
stomach.
"SEMINAL RESERVOIR: 100%" flashed in green.
"Great," I thought to myself, wiping the goop up with my hand.
I carefully set my pelvis back into my hip cavity, and screwed it back in
place.
Next, I picked up my legs, which were as limp as a marionette, and
reattached them.
As soon as each leg was attached, it became stiff and then controllable
again.
I was beginning to like my body - as awkward as it was to maintain
sometimes.
What I needed was a manual!
Having reattached all pieces to my body, I jumped off the table and pulled
my pants back on.
"I've got to find this Dr. Carson," I thought to myself.
Getting dressed again, I set the boxes on an empty shelf in the basement,
sat down at my computer, and proceeded to logon to the Internet.
I connected to MetaCrawler to do websearch for "DARPA Model 1 Prototype
Combat Android" but only turned up three results. A book about air combat,
something totally unrelated, and the home-page for DARPA.
Next, I tried searching for Dr. Jonas Carson, while yielding 19 results,
none of which appeared relevant.
"Fuck it," I thought to myself. I called DARPA directly.
"DARPA switchboard," the woman on the other end answered.
"Dr. Jonas Carson," I said.
"Do you know what department he works in?"
"No."
She sounded audibly irritated as she told me to hold on while she checked
her directory.
She came back on the phone a moment later, gave me his phone number, and
proceeded to connect me.
I was starting to feel nervous, when red text suddenly flashed in front of
me, "POWER LEVELS FLUCTUATING".
Suddenly, the phone stopped ringing, and a deep-voice came on the line.
"This is Dr. J. I'm not available to take your call. At the tone record
your message, and I'll return your call as quickly as possible."
I hung up the phone as the beep started. I couldn't go through with this
just yet.
What if I was found out? What if the Government wanted me back? What if I
was disassembled?
I needed help, though!
Nervously, I redialed the digits. It seemed like the ringing of the phone
on the other end lasted for hours.
"Hello?" a voice said, picking up the other end.
I paused.
"Hello?" it repeated, sounding more irritated.
"Dr. Carson?" I replied.
"Yes," it answered.
"This is Michael Collins." I said.
Silence.
"Oh my God," he replied. "Can't talk here. Call me at this number in 30
minutes," he went on to say, giving me a new telephone number, then
slamming the phone down.
I slowly set the phone back down on its cradle, got up, and paced the
floor.
I probably walked a mile pacing back and forth in my basement, thinking of
what I was going to say.
I did it, though. I had contacted my creator!
Forty minutes had passed, and I had regained enough courage to telephone
the new number. The phone on the other end didn't finish its first ring
when the same man answered the phone.
"Hello?" he said anxiously.
"Dr. Carson?"
"Michael?" he asked.
"Yes."
"I've been expecting your call." he went on.
"I have a lot of questions," I said.
"I bet you do."
We talked for the next four hours. I explained to him the events leading
up to my call. My 'failure' on Y2K, my job, my life. Julie.
He seemed like a genuinely nice guy. He explained what I was originally
designed for, my capabilities (some of which I had already figured out).
He asked where I was, what I was doing. I was purposely vague but did tell
him I was in Atlanta. I regretted saying that immediately after I had said
it; not knowing if I could fully trust him or not.
I told him about the drug test, which he got a big laugh out of hearing.
Told him about Arnie, and what I had him do for me. Told him about the
Synthetic Semen. He found that amusing, too.
Turned out he had about just as many questions for me, as I did for him.
He sounded genuinely surprised that I've done so well in my life.
"You've exceeded far past my highest expectations of you," he told me.
He also told me he had some upgrades for me, that he had hoped to give me
if he ever saw me again.
"Would you like to come to Atlanta," I asked him.
"I would," he said. "Very much so."
Turns out, he was now working for the Oak Ridge National Laboratory
outside Knoxville, Tennessee.
"I can be there in four hours," he said.
I gave him the directions to our house, hung up the phone, and went
upstairs.
Julie had gotten home sometime ago and was upstairs laying on our bed
taking a nap.
I went into the closet to get a blanket to lay on top of her when the
sound of me opening the closet door woke her.
"Hey," she said.
I set the still folded blanket down on the bed as I sat next to her,
placing my hand on her arm.
"How was your day?" I asked.
"It sucked. The new guy is an asshole!"
I let her go on, and it seemed in fact that things were becoming quite
tormultuous there at BellSouth.
"Who were you talking on the phone with downstairs?" she questioned after
she had finished bitching about work.
"The man who created me," I said.
"Wow," she exclaimed. "Cool!"
"Yeah, he's coming here in a few hours," I told her. "Turns out he's in
Tennessee, now."
"What?" Julie exclaimed getting up abruptly. "What if he takes you away?"
"I don't think he will," I told her. "He didn't give me that impression.
Besides, he no longer works for the same department he did when he
designed me."
"I hope you know what you're doing," she told me.
So did I.
I got up and went downstairs to fix dinner for her. Sometime later, Julie
came down.
"Whacha fixing?" she asked me.
"Chicken," I told her.
I finished making dinner for her and brought it into the den where Julie
had retreated to read a book.
I turned on the television, sat back, and relaxed.
"What do you think you'll say to him," she asked during one of the
commercials.
"I'm not quite sure. We talked for quite a while earlier today," I told
her. "He seemed proud that I was successful. Kinda surprised in a way."
A little while later, the door-bell rang. Julie and I paused and looked at
each other.
"Would you answer it," I asked her.
She smiled, got up, and went to the front door to answer it. I followed
behind her, but hid behind a wall as she opened it.
"Hello," the man said. "You must be Julie."
"And you are?" she replied.
"Jonas Carson."
I stepped out from behind the wall, behind Julie.
"Michael," he said proudly.
"Let him in Jules," I said.
Julie opened the door and invited him in. He walked towards me, but
instinctively I took a step back. A wave of fear and anxiety fell over me.
"Ignore him," Julie said; escorting Dr. Carson into the living room.
I followed, and sat down on the couch across from him. Julie sat down next
to me.
"You look good, Michael." he said.
"Thank you," I said; my arms resting on my legs.
"How do you know Michael, Dr. Carson?" Julie asked.
"Oh, we go back a long way, I guess." he replied.
"Julie, Dr. Carson created me." I told her.
He shifted in his seat as I said this. "You told her?" he asked.
"Let's just say I found out a few days ago," she said.
"Ah! Yes, the Y2K bug," he said.
We stayed up talking about him, me, DARPA, and just about everything else
until about midnight when Julie, visibly tired, excused herself to go to
bed.
"I've got some things for you," he told me.
"Oh?"
"Walk with me out to my truck," he asked.
We went outside. As he lowered the back of his truck, there were several
large boxes and a trunk inside. I helped him carry everything into the
house.
"Is there a place where we can set this stuff down?" he asked.
"The basement," I said. "Follow me."
We went downstairs, and he seemed genuinely impressed at Julie's and my
setup which we had.
We finished getting the rest of the things out of his truck and both
retreated downstairs.
"Can I examine you?" he asked.
"What type of examination," I said nervously.
"Just an overall checkup. Here, sit on the table," he said, patting his
hand down on my workbench motioning for me to get up.
I hopped up on the table. I kinda felt like I was in a Doctor's office
getting an examination. I guess in a way I was.
"Remove your shirt for me and lay down," he asked.
I complied; unbuttoning my shirt and setting it next to me.
He opened one of his boxes and removed a long tool which looked like a
screwdriver, with a funny tip on the end. He inserted the tool into my
bellybutton about an inch, and turned it counter-clockwise.
A seam formed, outlining my stomach and abdomen; and he lifted the tool
which took another cover off of my body.
I sat up slightly so I could look inside.
There was a rather large white, plastic container.
"That must be my fluid reservoir," I said pointing at the container in my
thorax.
"Yes, it is!" Jonas said dynamically. "And this is your waste disposal
unit," he said; pointing to a cylindrical device resting next to the
container.
Behind the two containers were thick bundles of wires and tubes running
all throughout.
Upon inspecting my torso, Dr. Carson pressed his hands against the sides
of my ribs, exposing my chest.
Next, he reached into his box, pulled out a hex-driver, leaned over me as
he flipped my power switch. "Sleep tight," I heard him say as everything
went black.
I awoke to find myself standing upright, naked; next to the table. Julie
was again, sitting at her keyboard. It was daylight outside, and Dr.
Carson was standing behind me; his hands in my back.
"What happened?" I asked.
"Good afternoon!" he said, poking his head around from behind my back.
"What time is it?" I asked.
"It's 4:14pm."
"Fuck! What about work?" I asked, rather pissed.
"Shhhh," Julie said. "I called you in sick with the flu."
"How long have I been out?"
"For about 14 hours," he told me.
"What did you do to me?" I asked.
"We gave you some upgrades," Julie said pushing herself away from her
desk.
"I thought you went to sleep," I told her.
She walked up to me and ran her hands down my arms. "I tried to," she
said. "But I couldn't sleep. I walked downstairs looking for you and
noticed Dr. Carson here working on you so I offered to help."
"You've got a wonderful woman here, Michael." Dr. Carson said, closing the
access panel in my back.
"Wanna see all that we've given you?" Julie asked gleefully.
"Sure." `
She then sat back down at her computer, and plugged in a small box with a
flexible antenna to our hub for our home network.
She pressed some keys then all of a sudden I was able to move again.
"Wow!" I said, surprised. "How did you do that?"
"I've fitted you with a wireless Ethernet transceiver," Dr. Carson said.
"Pull up your diagnostics window and look at the dmesg boot history."
I did as he suggested and found the logfile. I hadn't noticed it before,
but it revealed many wondrous things!
+----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|Copyright (c) 1982, 1986, 1989, 1991, 1993 |
|The Regents of the University of California. All rights reserved. |
|DBSD 4.0-MOPCA+DARPA #2: Mon Jan 5 06:54:39 GMT 2000 |
|jrc@mocpa.berkeley.darpa.gov:/usr/src/sys/compile/MOPCA |
|CPU0: Motorola MC68240 (666.67-MHz CPU) |
|CPU1: Motorola MC68240 (666.67-MHz CPU) |
|CPU2: Motorola MC68240 (666.67-MHz CPU) |
|CPU3: Motorola MC68240 (666.67-MHz CPU) |
|CPU4: Motorola MC68240 (666.67-MHz CPU) |
|CPU5: Motorola MC68240 (666.67-MHz CPU) |
|CPU6: Motorola MC68240 (666.67-MHz CPU) |
|CPU7: Motorola MC68240 (666.67-MHz CPU) |
|Origin = "Motorola" Id = 0xff2 |
|Total SMP Processor Speed: 5.34GHz |
|real memory = 4294967296 (4194304K bytes) |
|Preloaded elf kernel "vmunix" at 0xffffffffa0 |
|Probing for devices on PCMCIA bus 0: |
|cel0: <Motorola Pocket CelModem> rev 0x00 int c irq 9 on pcmcia0.9.0 |
|Probing for devices on PCI bus 0: |
|xwl0: <3Com Wireless 3c905B-TX Fast Etherlink XL> rev 0x24 int a irq 11 on pci0.11.0 |
|xwl0: Ethernet address: 00:10:5a:09:d1:71 |
|xwl0: autoneg complete, link status good (half-duplex, 2Mbps) |
|Probing for devices on PCI bus 1: |
| raid0: <DARPA RAID50 2Tb Array> rev 0x00 int a irq 10 on pci 10.1 |
| raid0.0: <DARPA MICRO RAID5 128Gb Array: SCSI FWD> rev 0x02 int b irq 10 on pci1.10.1.0|
| raid0.1: <DARPA MICRO RAID5 128Gb Array: SCSI FWD> rev 0x02 int c irq 10 on pci1.10.1.1|
| raid0.2: <DARPA MICRO RAID5 128Gb Array: SCSI FWD> rev 0x02 int d irq 10 on pci1.10.1.2|
| raid0.3: <DARPA MICRO RAID5 128Gb Array: SCSI FWD> rev 0x02 int e irq 10 on pci1.10.1.3|
| raid0.4: <DARPA MICRO RAID5 128Gb Array: SCSI FWD> rev 0x02 int f irq 10 on pci1.10.1.4|
| raid0.5: <DARPA MICRO RAID5 128Gb Array: SCSI FWD> rev 0x02 int b irq 10 on pci1.10.1.5|
| raid0.6: <DARPA MICRO RAID5 128Gb Array: SCSI FWD> rev 0x02 int c irq 10 on pci1.10.1.6|
| raid0.7: <DARPA MICRO RAID5 128Gb Array: SCSI FWD> rev 0x02 int d irq 10 on pci1.10.1.7|
| raid0.8: <DARPA MICRO RAID5 128Gb Array: SCSI FWD> rev 0x02 int e irq 10 on pci1.10.1.8|
| raid0.9: <DARPA MICRO RAID5 128Gb Array: SCSI FWD> rev 0x02 int f irq 10 on pci1.10.1.9|
| raid0.a: <DARPA MICRO RAID5 128Gb Array: SCSI FWD> rev 0x02 int b irq 10 on pci1.10.1.a|
| raid0.b: <DARPA MICRO RAID5 128Gb Array: SCSI FWD> rev 0x02 int c irq 10 on pci1.10.1.b|
| raid0.c: <DARPA MICRO RAID5 128Gb Array: SCSI FWD> rev 0x02 int d irq 10 on pci1.10.1.c|
| raid0.d: <DARPA MICRO RAID5 128Gb Array: SCSI FWD> rev 0x02 int e irq 10 on pci1.10.1.d|
| raid0.e: <DARPA MICRO RAID5 128Gb Array: SCSI FWD> rev 0x02 int f irq 10 on pci1.10.1.e|
| raid0.f: <DARPA MICRO RAID5 128Gb Array: SCSI FWD> rev 0x02 int b irq 10 on pci1.10.1.f|
|Probing for devices on aux bus 0: |
| bus0: <Systems Bus: Audio Input Subsystem> on aux0 |
| bus1: <Systems Bus: Visual Input Subsystem> on aux0 |
| bus2: <Systems Bus: Audio Output Subsystem> on aux0 |
| bus3: <Systems Bus: Speech Control Subsystem> on aux0 |
| bus4: <Systems Bus: Power Control Subsystem> on aux0 |
| bus5: <Systems Bus: Fluid Waste Processing Subsystem> on aux0 |
| bus6: <Systems Bus: Solid Waste Processing Subsystem> on aux0 |
| bus7: <Systems Bus: Motor Control Subsystem: Head> on aux0 |
| bus8: <Systems Bus: Motor Control Subsystem: Neck> on aux0 |
| bus9: <Systems Bus: Motor Control Subsystem: Shoulder: Left> on aux0 |
| busa: <Systems Bus: Motor Control Subsystem: Shoulder: Right> on aux0 |
| busb: <Systems Bus: Motor Control Subsystem: Limbs: Left Arm> on aux0 |
| busc: <Systems Bus: Motor Control Subsystem: Limbs: Right Arm> on aux0 |
| busd: <Systems Bus: Motor Control Subsystem: Chest> on aux0 |
| buse: <Systems Bus: Motor Control Subsystem: Waist and Hip> on aux0 |
| busf: <Systems Bus: Motor Control Subsystem: Pelvis> on aux0 |
| bus10: <Systems Bus: Motor Control Subsystem: Limbs: Left Leg> on aux0 |
| bus11: <Systems Bus: Motor Control Subsystem: Limbs: Right Leg> on aux0 |
| bus12: <Systems Bus: Guidance Control Subsystem> on aux0 |
| bus13: <Systems Bus: Balance Control Subsystem> on aux0 |
| bus14: <Systems Bus: Diagnostic Control Subsystem> on aux0 |
| bus15: <Systems Bus: External Control Interface Subsystem> on aux0 |
| bus16: <Systems Bus: Memory Review and Playback Subsystem> on aux0 |
| bus17: <Systems Bus: Logic and Reasoning Subsystem> on aux0 |
| bus18: <Systems Bus: Ego Subsystem> on aux0 |
| bus19: <Systems Bus: Conscious Subsystem> on aux0 |
| bus1a: <Systems Bus: Autonomic Subsystem> on aux0 |
| bus1b: <Systems Bus: Unconscious Subsystem> on aux0 |
| bus1c: <Systems Bus: Communications Control Subsystem> on aux0 |
| bus1d: <Systems Bus: Self Awareness Control Subsystem> on aux0 |
| bus1e: <Systems Bus: Self Protection Control Subsystem> on aux0 |
| bus1f: <Systems Bus: Personality Control Subsystem> on aux0 |
|npx0 on motherboard |
|npx0: INT 16 interface |
|Now mounting volumes: |
| / on /dev/raid0a ... SUCCESSFUL |
| /usr on /dev/raid0c ... SUCCESSFUL |
| /var on /dev/raid0d ... SUCCESSFUL |
| /tmp on /dev/raid0e ... SUCCESSFUL |
| /proc on /dev/proc0 ... SUCCESSFUL |
| /Michael on /dev/raid0f ... SUCCESSFUL |
| /Michael/bin on /dev/raid0g ... SUCCESSFUL |
| /Michael/memory on /dev/raid0h ... SUCCESSFUL |
| /Michael/memory/shortterm on /dev/raid0i ... SUCCESSFUL |
| /Michael/memory/longterm on /dev/raid0j ... SUCCESSFUL |
| /Michael/etc on /dev/raid0k ... SUCCESSFUL |
| /Michael/proc on /dev/proc1 ... SUCCESSFUL |
| /home on /dev/raid0l ... SUCCESSFUL |
| /Michael/config on /dev/raid0m ... SUCCESSFUL |
| /Michael/dumps on /dev/raid0n ... SUCCESSFUL |
| /Michael/debug on /dev/raid0o ... SUCCESSFUL |
| /Micahel/corebin on /dev/raid0p ... SUCCESSFUL |
| /Michael/systemdata on /dev/raid0q ... SUCCESSFUL |
| /DMOPCA on /dev/raid0r ... FAILED: mountpoint nonexistent |
| /DMOPCA/instructions on /dev/raid0s ... FAILED: mountpoint nonexistent |
| /DMOPCA/memory on /dev/raid0t ... FAILED: mountpoint nonexistent |
|Now starting daemons... |
| bootstrap ... SUCCESSFUL |
| vmmanager ... SUCCESSFUL |
| gpsd ... SUCCESSFUL |
| inetd ... SUCCESSFUL |
| michaeld ... SUCCESSFUL |
| dmopca ... FAILED: path not found |
| |
|"Michael Collins" Auxilliary Personality ... LOADED |
|Michael Collins Personality |
|Copyright (c) 1997 Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency |
|CLASSIFIED - NOT FOR EXPORT |
|Initializing Audio Input Subsystem |
|Initializing Video Input Subsystem |
|Initializing Audio Output Subsystem |
|Initializing Speech Control Subsystem |
|Initializing Power Control Subsystem |
|Initializing Fluid Waste Processing Subsystem |
|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.
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