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Subject: {ASSM} the Michael Collins' Anthology { See Chapter Guide for Codes } [15/21]
Date: Sun,  8 Apr 2001 22:10:03 -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 Intrinsic Knowledge Database

   Julie, Chip, and Becky followed Michael downstairs to the
   basement.

   He positioned them both next to his worktable as he carefully
   removed their skull caps. Next, he 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 him,
   wrapping her arms around my waist.

   "I'm going to export my intrinsic knowledge database and import
   it into them." I said.

   "What is your intrinsic knowledge database?" she asked.

   "It contains low-level information." he replied. "Like, how to
   tie my shoes, ride a bicycle, morals and ethics."

   "What about your personality?"

   "That's in another database." he said.

   "So, what will this database do for them?" she asked, turning him
   around.

   "It will give them some basic knowledge; 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.

   Michael opened his 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 himself.

   Next, he entered the following commands into his command shell:

   # rexec -u self 172.16.0.3 '/sbin/init 2'; dbexport -h localhost
   -u self -p self -db self -table ikdb | gzip -9 | rsh -u self
   172.16.0.3 'gunzip - | dbimport -h localhost -u self -p self -db
   self -table ikdb --skipduplicate --skiperrors - && sync &&
   reboot' &

   Exporting table 'ikdb' from db 'self' to 'stdout'....

   #
   # rexec -u self 172.16.0.2 '/sbin/init 2'; ddbexport -h localhost
   -u self -p self -db self -table ikdb | gzip -9 | rsh -u self
   172.16.0.2 'gunzip - | dbimport -h localhost -u self -p self -db
   self -table ikdb --skipduplicate --skiperrors - && sync &&
   reboot' &

   Exporting table 'ikdb' from db 'self' to 'stdout'....

   #
   # quit

   Unfortunately, the process of compressing my database, coupled
   with the almost 100% throughput through my network interface left
   him in a somewhat catatonic state.

   When the transfer finished, approximately 9 hours later, he
   regained his senses and consciousness and noticed it was dark
   outside.

   Michael turned to face Chip and Becky who were just finishing
   rebooting.

   "Hey, Mike," Chip said to him after blinking his eyes several
   times in a rapid fashion.

   "Hi, Chip," he replied, removing the Ethernet cable from his
   chest and closing it.

   Becky had already removed the Ethernet cable he had inserted
   inside of her earlier and was replacing her skull cap. "How do
   you feel?" he 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,
   her buxom bosom protruding proudly from her chest. "I thought I
   heard some noise down here," she said.

   "Hey," Michael said, getting his shirt back on.

   She ran over, jumped up, and put her arms around him.

   Michael couldn't help but notice Chip sitting down, his back to
   both of them, but with his head turned so he could see.

   "Chip, are you ok?" Becky asked him as she walked towards him.

   "I'm fine!" he yelled, jumping up and running towards the stairs.

   Everyone just stood there and looked at each other for a brief
   moment.

   "Did you see that?" Julie asked Michael.

   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 to his room.

   "I better go see him," Michael said, walking briskly up the
   stairs.

   "Chip?" he yelled when I reached the main floor, but there was no
   answer.

   He walked up the stairs to the bedroom. Again, he called for him,
   but there was no answer. As he walked down the hall, he heard a
   deep pounding coming from his and Becky's bedroom. When he opened
   the door, he saw Chip standing at the dresser, pounding the head
   of his cock with the base of a marble statue.

   "Woah!" Michael 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," he 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," Michael said out loud to myself. "There's probably a
   law against this," he said dropping my pants, getting up on the
   bottom bunk and leaning against the wall. "Sit next to me," he
   instructed.

   Chip got up next to him and started to watch Michael massage his
   balls and slowly stroke his cock getting it as hard as Chip;s.

   "Now, place your cock in either your left or right hand, and
   start to stroke it and your balls up and down." he said, doing
   the same thing with his 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 cock head, and keep on
   repeating." he instructed.

   Chip continued, going faster and faster when he noticed his balls
   retract up into his scrotum.

   "Uh oh," he said, stopping.

   "No, continue," Michael said. He knew he was about to come.

   Chip 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 great force as it splashed between
   his pectorals, spraying Michael's right shoulder.

   About this time, Michael reached his own orgasm as he spewed his
   own onto his 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 Michael with a grin on his
   face as he and Michael both heard an applause coming from the
   other side of the room.

   "Bravo!" Julie cheered.

   "Oh God," Michael said, jumping off the bed to get his pants on,
   his cum still dripping down his 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.

   Michael quickly got up and ran into his bedroom to take a shower.
   Aside from having sticky jism all over himself, he was extremely
   embarrassed that Becky and Julie were watching.

   He drew the shower, stepped in, and started to wash some of the
   cum which had already started to dry on his body. As he almost
   finished, the curtain drew open, and Julie stepped in, naked, to
   join him.

   She didn't say anything as she removed the soap and washcloth
   from his hands. He stood in an erotic awe as she knelt down
   before him and started scrubbing his feet; the spray of the
   shower pouring down his back.

   She worked her way up his thighs and took the washcloth in her
   hand; with her finger, she pulled the cloth forward gently
   scrubbing his anus, and the area behind my balls. The sensation
   of her and the cloth was immense! Almost immediately, his cock
   sprung back to life thanking her for the sensations.

   "Nice to see you still like me," she said.

   Next, she took the bar of soap, cupping and massaging it with her
   hands, filling her fingers with lather.

   She took her fingers, and wrapped them around the head of his
   cock. It throbbed at the delight of her touch.

   Slowly, she milked his member with her soapy hand.

   She turned him around, so the water jets were spraying down his
   chest, placed her arms around his waist, and grabbed his cock
   again in her hands.

   Kissing his back while she continued to stroke him she whispered,
   "I've always wanted to jerk you off this way."

   Michael reached behind him and started to finger fuck her pussy
   as her strokes got faster and he climaxed again.

   The two finished showering; dried off, and then went to bed. For
   the first time in about a week his dreams were filled with her.

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