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Subject: {ASSM} the Michael Collins' Anthology { See Chapter Guide for Codes } [12/21]
Date: Sun,  8 Apr 2001 21:10:02 -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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The Morning After

   "Get up," she whispered, kissing him on the cheek.

   Michael immediately opened his eyes and sat up. "What time is
   it?"

   "7:30."

   "Shit! I'm going to be late for work!" he exclaimed.

   Quickly, he got up, ran upstairs, and took a shower. He threw on
   a pair of jeans and a T-shirt and ran downstairs.

   Michael kissed Julie good-bye and got in his car.

   He spent most of the drive into work reflecting on the past 36
   hours and what purpose his life was to have, now that he
   discovered just what he was. Could he become a real-life Superman
   and try to fight crime - is that what his destiny was eventually
   to become?

   He quickly dispelled the thought, not long after forming it, and
   pulled into the parking garage.

   As he walked into the building he saw Tracy waiting for the
   elevator.

   "Hey! Where were you yesterday?" she asked as he walked up.

   "I was sick."

   "I missed you yesterday."

   "I know, I'm sorry," he told her. "Let's have lunch today. I want
   to thank you for the other day."

   The elevator opened inviting them, and the 10 other people,
   inside. She didn't say or do anything but smiled as they were
   pushed to the back.

   She got off at floor 2 and he continued upwards to the 16th floor
   as usual. He 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," he replied, not really paying much attention to him.
   Michael finished logging into his computer and started sifting
   through my Email as Arnie was explaining to him that it was some
   anthropomorphic android project some research students were
   working on at some university.

   "Sounds interesting," he said half-listening.

   He did successfully pique Michael's interest, and he thought he'd
   try out his new cell-modem which Dr. Carson had installed in him,
   the previous day. Logging into his BellSouth.net account, he
   brought up his 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 he was getting
   and the project pages took an immensely long time to download.

   While reading up on COG, he logged into Datatronic's development
   servers and began working. Michael didn't realize this, but he
   had totally ignored Arnie, who got frustrated he wasn't
   responding to him, and walked away.

   Before Michael knew it, it was lunchtime. He snuck out of there
   as fast as I could and went down to the 2nd floor to see Tracy.
   As he walked into the SynChem office, she was talking to Lisa at
   the reception desk.

   "Hey!" she said gleefully, greeting him as he walked into the
   office. "I was just thinking about you."

   "I thought we'd go to T.G.I. Friday's for lunch," Michael
   suggested, walking over to the reception desk.

   "Perfect!" she said, grabbing hold of his arm, she walked him out
   the door.

   Tracy and Michael got into his car, and drove to T.G.I. Friday's.
   It was lunchtime, and as expected it was quite crowded.

   While they were waiting, Michael received a phone call on his
   internal cellphone.

                             INCOMING CALL

   ...Flashed in green in front of him.

   "Hello?" he 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," he told her.

   While he and Julie were talking on the cellphone, Tracy and
   Michael were carrying on a conversation about what they were both
   doing on New Years.

   "I was pretty much unconscious for most of the holiday," he told
   Tracy.

   "Sounds like you had too much to drink," she told me, squeezing
   his arm a little tighter as she kept her arm around him while we
   were waiting for a table.

   "No, that came later," he told her with an evil grin. If only she
   knew!

   They were finally shown a table. Tracy was a little perturbed at
   how long it took for them to get seated, but Michael didn't mind
   the wait. Then again, she was probably hungry and he didn't have
   any need for food.

   She ordered some quesedillas and he, a soup and salad.

   After the waiter left with their order, Tracy freaked the shit
   out of him by taking off her shoes in the restaurant, and placing
   her stockinged feet up into his crotch.

   Michael was startled and a bit shocked at this reaction from
   someone he'd only known platonically.

   "What are you doing?" he whispered to her across the table.

   "Getting to know you a little better," she said; taking her
   second foot to massage his cock and balls through his jeans.

   He couldn't help but squirm. She was beautiful, and very sweet.
   After all, were it not for her, he and Julie wouldn't have had
   any fun last night; but he loved Julie! He couldn't allow this to
   continue.

   "You don't like me?" she said as he changed positions in the
   booth to sit sideways and rest his feet on the bench.

   "I do!" Michael exclaimed. "It's not that! But I love Julie!"

   She looked visibly displeased at this revelation and they didn't
   say much for the next several minutes until their food arrived.

   While eating, they were both nervous at what had transpired
   moments earlier. She was visibly uneasy as she tried to make
   conversation with him by talking about the weather and politics.
   Turned out they both pretty much agreed on at least the politics
   part. She was a strong Gore supporter, and so was he (but for
   other reasons).

   While driving back, they didn't say much to each other, either;
   and were completely silent as they entered the building and
   elevator.

   She got off at two, and he continued on upwards.

   About the 10th floor, he received another phone call on his
   internal cellphone.

   "Mike?" Julie said, sounding hysterical; not even waiting for him
   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.

   He walked briskly over to Scott's desk and told him he needed to
   go home. Scott was playing Chess on his laptop against his
   computer and just motioned with his approval. He didn't say a
   word.

   "Ok," he 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?" he asked her.

   "You've got two visitors," she said.

   Michael became extremely nervous. "Do you think Dr. Carson said
   anything?" he asked her.

   "He did, they told me," she said.

   He raced home, averaging about 90 miles-per-hour up 400 to
   Alpharetta. Of course, the ironic thing is he wasn't going much
   faster than the flow of traffic. Fortunately traffic was
   moderately light since this wasn't rush hour.

   As he drove up to his house, he saw Dr. Carson's SUV parked in
   the driveway. Running into the kitchen,he saw Julie sitting at
   the dining room table, her back to him. Across from her were two
   youths, a boy and a girl, who looked not much older than 16 or
   so.

   "What's going on?" he asked as Julie turned to face him.

   "Mike, meet Chip and Becky," Julie said.

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