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Subject: {ASSM} the Michael Collins' Anthology { See Chapter Guide for Codes } [10/21]
Date: Sun,  8 Apr 2001 19:10:04 -0400
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                    the Michael Collins' Anthology

   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.

   Copyright (c) 1999-2001 CyberCzar. You may download this story
   for your own personal use; but please don't share it with anyone.
   If you think someone else might be interested in this story,
   please forward their request to me.

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Meeting One's Maker

   "Michael," he said proudly.

   "Let him in Jules," he said.

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

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

   Michael followed, and sat down on the couch across from him.

   "You look good, Michael."

   "Thank you," he said; his 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." he told her.

   He shifted in his seat as Michael 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.

   They stayed up talking about him, Michael, 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 Michael.

   "Oh?"

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

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

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

   "The basement," Michael replied. "Follow me."

   Downstairs, he seemed genuinely impressed at Julie's and his
   setup which they had.

   The two 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," Michael said nervously.

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

   He hopped up on the table. Michael felt like he was in a Doctor's
   office getting an examination.

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

   He complied; unbuttoning my shirt and setting it next to him.

   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 Michael's bellybutton about an inch, and turned it
   counter-clockwise.

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

   Michael sat up slightly so he could look inside.

   There was a rather large white, plastic container.

   "That must be my fluid reservoir," he said pointing at the
   container in his 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 Michael's torso, Dr. Carson pressed his hands
   against the sides of his ribs, exposing Michael's chest.

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

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