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Subject: {ASSM} the Michael Collins' Anthology { See Chapter Guide for Codes } [17/21]
Date: Sun,  8 Apr 2001 23:10:02 -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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Memories

   "Bzzzt. Bzzzt. Bzzzt." the alarm-clock sounded.

   Michael was already awake, having no need for sleep, and quickly
   rushed to turn it off before it woke up Julie.

   Moans and sighs came from her as he wasn't quick enough.

   "I'm sorry," he whispered to her. "Go back to sleep, I forgot to
   turn it off last night."

   Groaning as her body was starting to waken. "No, it's okay." She
   said as she rolled over, and put her arm around him. "But, since
   you did wake me up, how are you going to make it up to me?"

   A grin suddenly plastered his face, and he gently rolled her over
   onto the bed. "How 'bout this?" he said, placing his lips onto
   her cheek.

   "That's nice, but you can do better." she said.

   "How 'bout this?" he asked, kissing her neck.

   "That's nice, but you can do better." she said.

   Cupping her breast, he ran his tongue around her nipple and
   gently nibbled. "How 'bout this?"

   "Getting better." she said with a grin.

   He let his hand slow traverse down her chest and stomach until it
   met up with her hairy mons. "How 'bout this?" he asked.

   "I'm getting hotter," she said. Letting her hand work down his
   chest and stomach which was above her, "and you're getting
   harder."

   Michael scooted her up onto the bed a little and brought his face
   down into her muff. He let his nose gently brush against her
   sweet spot as he buried his face between her lips and began
   giving her head.

   Soon after, she let out an immense, pleasurable, scream as she
   climaxed at his face.

   Not finished with her yet, Michael gently pushed her legs up,
   spreading her wide open, as he inserted his roboshaft deep within
   her. Thrust after thrust brought her again to orgasm. She wrapped
   her legs around him and in unison, brought herself even closer to
   him, forcing him deeper inside.

   Michael long gave up on ejaculating inside her when they were
   fucking. He didn't need to come, to feel the pleasure; and since
   he only had a limited supply of semen before he needed to
   replenish, he didn't see the need in wasting it. His goal, after
   all, was to bring her to orgasm, not him.

   "Come on," he said, "let me fix you breakfast."

   Julie went to take a shower while Michael went downstairs to fix
   her favorite breakfast: bacon, egg, and cheese sandwiches.

   When he got downstairs, he found Chip and Becky already up,
   watching Saturday morning cartoons on the television. "You guys
   are up awful early," he said. "And you know, watching that stuff
   will degrade your memory."

   "Well, it was hard to be in standby with all the noise emanating
   from your bedroom," Chip said.

   "Sorry, 'guess we got carried away." he said.

   He started to fry the bacon when he glanced at the television at
   the characters with exaggerated features. "What is God's name are
   you two watching?"

   "Something called Pokeymon," Becky said.

   "You know, I don't even want to know." he replied, getting back
   to the stove.

   Several minutes later, Julie came downstairs in her robe and sat
   down on the stool at the island.

   "Hey Mike," she said. "How much memory do you have?"

   "What on earth brought this on?" he said, surprised at the
   question.

   "I was just wondering."

   "Um," he said hesitating, "I have 4 terabytes of RAM, 128
   gigabytes of EEPROM, and almost 2 terabytes of harddisk storage;
   why?"

   "Well, I was wondering what happens when your memory fills up?"

   "I start to forget things." he said, sitting down next to her.
   "Every moment, every second I experience is categorized and
   prioritized. When I'm at rest, I'm constantly assigning priority
   to each moment, lower priorities get erased and compacted first,
   memories with priorities less than 7 get compressed. I may only
   store the audio portion of an event (and lower the sound quality
   if I want to conserve space) for example; or just a single frame
   (or several), or just a description. Furthermore, for facts not
   associated with an event, I only store the raw information.
   Provided a memory hasn't been erased yet, I can go back and
   re-prioritize it so it doesn't get erased. It's very efficient."

   "So that's why you constantly have to look up the phone number
   for Dominos in your Palm, or why you forgot to turn off the alarm
   last night?"

   "Exactly. Hell, if it wasn't for my Palm Pilot, I'd be lost. The
   task of turning off the alarm clock last night I had assigned too
   low of a priority so it quickly got erased."

   "So how much memory is left?" she asked him, placing her hand on
   his.

   "My RAM usually now sits around 66% utilized by the end of the
   night, and my storage array is currently 38% utilized. But, my
   array is usually only used for long-term storage and memory since
   it's access time is roughly 103 power slower to retrieve
   anything. But, if you're afraid of me running out of memory;
   Jules, I have roughly 20 years left before that'll be a problem.
   My guys are working on a new fractal compression algorithm for
   NASA right now and don't think that I don't plan on borrowing the
   algorithm when it's finished. Chances are my entire storage array
   will fail first before I run out of memory."

   "Then we need to back you up," Chip interjected, overhearing
   their conversation.

   "That's all fine and dandy, and I've been thinking about that
   actually, but we can't afford 40 terabytes of storage. Plus, do
   you realize how long it will take? I'd be out for a complete week
   just to do the transfer."

   "Where do you get 40?" Julie interjected.

   "Eight for me, and Chip and Becky each will require almost
   sixteen."

   "Yeah, but Chip and Becky haven't been running non-stop for the
   past 4 years. I'm more concerned about you."

   "Julie, I think I'll make it through the weekend. We need to go
   to Office Depot first and buy school supplies for Chip and Becky
   before we worry about backing up my memories."

   She knew he was right. Chip and Becky would be starting High
   School on Monday, and this was going to be the hardest thing
   they'll probably ever have to experience. With Julie and Michael
   at work, they won't be there to guide them during any
   uncomfortable situations.

   Michael, having never experienced High School, read enough about
   it through the experiences of others. Julie's was apparently so
   traumatized from her experience that she's blocked it out of her
   mind.

   They all got dressed and headed to Office Depot to pick up
   supplies. The store was packed that morning with hordes of
   parents with their kids all shopping for the same thing.

   Michael and Julie picked up backpacks, notebook paper, binders,
   book covers, pens, and pencils for their two android children.
   Becky, it seemed, was getting a head start in High School
   anthropology since Julie noticed her talking to a boy.

   "Psst," she said, whispering to Michael. "Look, Becky's talking
   to that boy over there."

   "I'm Danny," he said to her.

   "Becky. Becky Carson."

   "You're new, aren't you?"

   "Yeah, my brother and I moved in with the Collins' after our dad
   died about 6 months ago."

   "Sorry to hear that. Are you attending Alpharetta High?"

   "Yeah, on Monday."

   "Cool! I'd look forward to seeing you," he said.

   "Cool." she said smiling.

   They waved goodbye to each other and walked off. Becky ran up to
   Julie and pulled on her arm. "Did you see him?" she said with a
   big smile. "He's cute!"

   "Yes, he is," said Julie.

   "His name's Danny, and he looks forward to seeing me on Monday."

   "That's wonderful!"

   Chip was off playing with the computers, and the three caught up
   with him on their way out. They loaded the trunk up with all the
   supplies and headed back home.

   The rest of the weekend, they spent preparing for school.

   "Kids, listen very carefully to me," Michael said. "During
   school, it's imperative that you not do or say anything that will
   give you away as being androids."

   "Like what?" Chip interrupted.

   "Keep up with the class, don't go too far ahead of them with
   their work. Also, your memories are much more advanced than your
   classmate's will be. Even if you know an answer, don't be quick
   to offer it. Let the other kids go before you."

   "It's best to be reserved," Julie said. "Wait until the teacher
   calls on you, and pretend like you're thinking about the answer
   for a second or two before giving it."

   "That's very inefficient," said Chip.

   "School is not meant to be efficient," Michael replied. "And, I
   want you to stay away from sports. I'm afraid the constant
   jarring will damage you both."

   "Michael, we both look like we're in perfect physical condition,
   how do we stay away from sports? Won't we be expected to
   participate?" asked Becky.

   "Yes, that's why I had this note drawn up for you two." He
   reached out and handed it to them. "It states you both have bad
   knees."

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