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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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Cousins
"Hey," he said, greeting them. "So what's the emergency?"
Michael 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 before-hand to come to this address," the
girl said.
He 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.
Michael brought his console to the foreground and accessed the
file as she suggested. It was a letter to him 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," he said outloud, a moment after pulling up the file and
reading it.
"Who are they?" Julie asked him, grabbing his hand underneath the
table.
"Looks like they're Dr. Carson's... children," he said.
"So they're your brother and sister?"
"Actually, no," he told her. "Dr. Carson was pretty specific -
we're not related."
Michael just sat there for a moment, contemplating this latest
turn of events in his life.
"You," Michael said; pointing to the boy. "What's your name,
again?"
Stoically the android replied, "Chip, Sir. Chip Carson."
"And you?" Michael said, looking at the girl.
"Becky Carson, Sir."
"Well Chip, Becky; I guess we should examine you," he said,
getting up out of his chair. "Why don't we all go downstairs."
Michael 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. Julie
escorted them to their work area and asked them to stand in front
of the table.
For a moment, Michael 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 him after powering up her PC.
"What do you think?" she asked quietly.
"Beats the shit out of me!" he 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." he said.
Taking a deep breath, Michael 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," he told him, patting the table.
Chip laid back on the table with his arms resting at his sides.
Michael leaned over to look into his eyes, adjusting my own eyes
for maximum focus and magnification.
Looking closely, he could see the charged coupled device which
converted the visible light into electronic impulses which Chip
interpreted.
Next, he picked up his arm and ran my fingers down it. Michael
noticed what felt like muscles underneath his skin.
"Squeeze my hand," he asked him as he took Chip's right hand in
his forming a shake. As Chip shook his hand, Michael placed his
left hand around Chip's biceps as he squeezed.
"Stop!" Michael exclaimed out loud as warning messages flashed
and diagnostic screens appeared in front of him.
"What's wrong?" Julie said coming over.
"Chip, you were exceeding 500 pounds per square inch with that
squeeze!" Michael said to both of them. "He was breaking my
hand."
Julie picked up Chip's leg and pushed it up back into his hip
examining the range of motion, as Michael stepped back to
temporarily care for his almost crushed hand.
"Are you going to be okay?" she asked, noticing him flexing all
of the joints in his right hand and wrist.
"I think so." he 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. Chip hopped off the table
standing next to it as Becky approached, yielding his place for
her.
Julie and Michael 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 everywhere else.
"Julie was right," Michael thought to himself as he kneeled down
to examine Chip a little more. He was about as endowed as he 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.
Michael stood up in front of Chip, and depressed my fingers
against his ribcage to try to open his chest panel.
"I do not have that feature," he told him as Michael removed my
fingers. "What would you like to examine?"
"Uh," Michael said, somewhat embarrassed. "Where's your
dataport?"
Chip 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!" Michael said out loud.
Chip turned around so his backside was facing him. Michael pulled
Julie's chair over and motioned for him to sit down. When he was
seated, Michael had a better vantage point peering inside.
There was a sloped aluminum frame on Chip's head 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?" he asked him.
"Remote keyboard, and video."
Michael picked up the same Cat-5 RJ45 cable which Julie and Dr.
Carson had used on him yesterday and attached it to the jack
marked 10BT. As he did this, he immediately saw the link-light on
their hub light up.
"What's your IP Address?" he asked him.
"172.16.0.3."
Michael walked over to Julie's computer and set a static route
from her PC to Chip's NIC. Once he confirmed the route was set
and his MAC address appeared in the ARP table, he opened up a
telnet session to 172.16.0.3.
"Login:" appeared on the screen.
Quickly, he typed in "root," and tapped the Enter-key.
"Password?" he asked him.
"Adam," Chip replied.
Michael 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 Michael 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?" Michael heard Becky ask Julie.
"Oh God," both Julie and he said out loud together, chuckling.
Michael continued to examine Chip's filesystems thoroughly.
Essentially Chip's was laid out similar to his, with a logical
directory structure. One of the things he 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," he 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." Chip said.
Michael 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, he inserted
the plug into Becky's 10BT jack until he felt it click.
"What's your IP Address?" he asked her, as Iheplugged the other
end of the cable into the network hub.
"172.16.0.2," she replied.
As with Chip, Michael setup static routes in his internal kernel
routing tables and brought two terminal sessions to the
foreground of my vision. It was much easier for him to work this
way, logically, rather than converting his thoughts into physical
keypresses on Julie's PC. He utilized the 11 megabit
spread-spectrum RF transceiver which Dr. Carson installed inside
of him yesterday.
After logging into Becky, he noticed her filesystems were
organized exactly identical to his and Chip's; and just like
Chip's the earliest memory file was dated less than 24 hours ago.
"They were truly far more advanced than I" he 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 Michael. These two were entirely unique, since
they would live their entire lives knowing they were androids.
"Michael," Julie said, whispering in his ear. "We need to get
them some clothes."
She was right, of course. That thought hadn't even crossed him
yet. They can't go around wearing nothing but jumpsuits all the
time.
Julie ran upstairs as he closed out the remote sessions he had
into them and gently reattached their skullcaps. When she
returned she had a tape measure draped around her neck.
Michael went upstairs to call Scott and give him an excuse for
taking a little time off. He wasn't pleased when he told him he
had a family emergency which he needed to take care of; but Scott
couldn't offer much resistance. Michael 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 him as he 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?" Michael 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 them as they went to Chez Target to pick up some clothes for
them.
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