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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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DARPA Model 1 Prototype Combat Android
"Who are you?" he heard myself say. But it wasn't me!
"Stop joking, Michael," she said laughing.
He got up off the bed and stood to the side of it at attention.
He could see in the mirror that his cock was still at attention,
too.
"Michael, what are you doing?" she said, her voice sounding a
little more concerned.
He didn't move, and stayed facing straight ahead.
"Who is Michael?" he asked her.
Julie got up and stood in front of me, a look of disgust forming
on her face.
"You!" she exclaimed.
"I am the DARPA Model 1 Prototype Combat Android," he said. "Do
you have instructions for me?"
"Combat android?" she said.
Michael had to admit, he was wondering the same thing.
"I am programmed for multiple combat scenarios," he continued.
"Do you have instructions for me?"
Julie paused for a second and stared him in the eyes. Michael
just faced forward.
A few moments later, Julie approached him. Michael stuck out his
arm to hold her at bay.
"I need to make some adjustments," she told him.
"Very well," he told her, moving his arm back to his side.
Julie reached into his chest and moved the same switch she had
flipped earlier back to its previous position. Immediately, he
fell to the ground. She tried to grab him, but he weighed too
much.
"Thank you," he told her.
"Michael?"
"Yes!" he exclaimed, getting off of the ground.
"Who was that?" she asked.
"I don't know." he said, embracing her. "I guess I was built by
the military. DARPA is the Advanced Research Project
Administration."
"I like you better like this," she said.
"Me, too." he replied. "Do you have instructions for me?" he
asked her with a wink.
He could tell she was scared for a brief moment, but when she
realized he was joking, by the wink, she shoved him back onto the
bed.
"I do have instructions for you, Mr. Combat Android," she said
wryly. "Fuck my brains out!" she said laughing, while climbing
on top of him.
"At your service, madam," he replied.
Their marathon lovemaking sessions began. Julie spent most of her
time sitting on top of him; watching the LEDs flash inside his
chest. He made a conscious effort of looking at her; her tits,
and down at her pussy riding his cock. He wanted to savor these
moments; he had something special planned for these memories.
Julie brought him to orgasm, but as he came, he noticed something
different this time.
SEMINAL RESERVOIR: 8%
"SEMINAL RESERVOIR: 8%" appeared in red text after he finished
expelling inside of her.
"I have a fucking gauge for my cum," he thought to myself,
somewhat disgusted by the distraction.
Of course, this got him thinking - how much cum did he have? What
was it made of? Where did it come from?
When their lovemaking session ended, Michael walked downstairs
and brought back up his two chest plates, the screws, and the
screwdriver Julie had used earlier to remove them.
He carried them with him into the bathroom, closed the drain to
the sink, and set everything down.
Julie walked in moments later.
"What are you doing?" she asked him.
"Putting myself back together," he told her, trying to position
one of the plates in his hand while trying to hold the screw and
screwdriver in the other.
He was having a little bit of difficulty.
"Here, let me help you!" she said turning him around.
With sincere gentility, she carefully positioned his left chest
plate aligned with the hinges. Michael held the plate in position
with his hands as she, for a change, screwed him. :)
Slowly, and carefully, she turned the screwdriver clock-wise
driving the 8 small screws which held his left chest in place.
They repeated the procedure again for his right chest. Julie had
forgotten to reattach the sensor cables, but he didn't mind. He
stayed in the bathroom after she left, reopened his chest, and
snapped them back into place.
When he walked out, Julie was laying down in bed reading a book.
"Whacha reading?" he asked, laying down beside her.
"Asimov's 'I, Robot'." she said.
"Good book," he replied, reaching over to kiss her.
Micahel put his head down on the pillow, and laid down as if to
watch TV. Instead of watching the television, he brought up his
replay window and started rewinding his memories again.
He rewound his memories to frame zero. The time index read
January 15th, 1997, 20:24 GMT. The picture was black.
"We've got audio," a voice could be heard.
"Great work Dr. Carson! What about video?" another said.
"Gimme a sec." said the first.
A few moments later, the picture became pure white, followed by a
rainbow blur.
"Needs focusing," the first man said again.
Another moment passed. I could hear the sound of an electric
screwdriver removing something very close to me.
"There!" the voice said, as his face became clear. He stooped
down to stand in front of him.
Michael could hear gears and motors turning, beeps, clicks, and
other strange noises.
"Welcome to your existence, Michael," the man said smiling, while
looking into his eyes.
"Doctor," the other man said. "It is the Model 1 Combat Android.
Not Michael."
"He'll always be Michael to me," the first man said; stepping
outside the field of view.
"I expect a full report in the morning," the first man said.
Seconds later, I heard a door open and then close.
"Don't listen to him," the first man said; stepping back into his
field of view. "Would you like to see what you look like?" he
asked, maneuvering a mirror into view.
The image that was reflected shocked and horrified him.
Appearing in the mirror was a dull metallic skull. Wires and
cables were coming out of the back of it. There were no eyes, no
nose. No lips, either.
It was not a full skull, in the sense that it was solid. There
were parts of it which were devoid of metal. The reflected image
of him opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue.
His tongue was a cage which writhed around. It had very tiny
wires and cables embedded beneath the caging. As the mouth closed
he noticed gears moving inside the skull.
Michael stopped the playback and minimized the window.
Whether all of this which had happened to him these past four
days was a dream before suddenly seemed all too real, now.
"I really am an android.", he thought.
Michael tried thinking back to last year at some random moment.
Another image appeared.
It was Jared and him after jogging one weekend afternoon.
There was Jared, hunched over grabbing his breath after the run.
Michael was just laying on the ground relaxing.
"You must be a superman or something," he told him.
"What makes you say that," he said; springing up.
Jared still has his hands on his legs trying to regain his
strength.
"Look at you man!" he said. "You haven't even broken a sweat, and
we just got done running 5 miles!"
"Good genes," he told him.
"Must be!"
Michael didn't know why, but for some reason Jared and he didn't
run much after that. He was always too busy or something.
He looked over at Julie; she had fallen asleep. Reaching over, he
turned off the light, gave her a kiss, and laid back down.
Michael didn't go to sleep that night, but stayed up reflecting
over his past life. Julie experienced REM three times that night.
The last dream she had must have been good since she had an
orgasm during it.
He wondered what she was dreaming about. Would he ever dream
again, too? Did he ever dream in the first place?
He spent the rest of the night watching more and more memories
replayed in his mind; concentrating on the most earliest of ones.
Dr. Jonas Carson was the man who designed him for DARPA. He
learned he was designed as a military drone; an expendable
soldier.
Congress figured they could mass-produce androids like himself
for less money than it would cost to train and support a human
counterpart. An obedient being, one who didn't question
authority; or orders.
Vice-President Gore found out about the project, and persuaded
President Clinton to steamroller it. Gore felt the technology and
money used to develop him could be spent better helping the poor.
Michael no longer had a purpose. Dr. Carson was ordered to
dismantle him but instead of doing so, he added some new
programming and escorted him out of the building, passing him off
as a visitor, on August 7th, 1997, with one directive. Fall in
love with the first woman he met.
The rest, as they say, is history.
But did he love Julie? Did he truly love her, or was he just
programmed to love her since she was the first woman he met in
that grocery store?
At least he also learned what his cum was, and where it came
from; so this evening wasn't a total waste. It was a synthetic
protein viscous fluid, with gelatinous properties. There was a
liter container in his lower abdomen which contained it. Now, if
only I knew where to find some more! :)
About this time, Julie's alarm clock went off. It was 6 o'clock
a.m.
She reached over to turn off the alarm. He was laying on his side
just admiring her majestic beauty.
"Hmmm. Good morning," she said, reaching over to kiss him. "Did
you have a good night?" she asked.
"It was wonderful, thank you."
"Wanna fuck?" she asked.
Michael stroked her hair as he told her he couldn't. She was
visibly disappointed, but said, "oh well," and got up to go to
the bathroom.
He got up to go downstairs to get the morning paper which had
arrived about 20 minutes ago.
As he got his robe on to walk downstairs, Julie walked up behind
him, put her arms around his waist, grabbed his cock and said,
"Tonight though, right?"
"We'll see," Michael replied, gently moving her hand away so I
could move.
They went about their morning routines; with him reading the
paper. She fixed herself a bagel and had some coffee. When she
finished eating and getting dressed, Michael walked back upstairs
to get ready.
As he came back down, he kissed her on the cheek, and walked into
the garage. He almost forgot about the urinalysis this morning as
he unlocked the car door, but quickly remembered and walked over
to the gallon of Arnie's urine sitting in the garage.
It took a moment for me to bring up the courage to actually
remove the cap. What he was about to do went against the core of
his being, but he didn't see where I really had a choice.
Michael lifted the jug up to his mouth and ingested approximately
16 ounces before recapping the container and hiding it.
FLUID RESERVOIR: 23% FULL
...Flashed like clockwork in front of him.
It tasted like shit, he thought. "No, it tasted like piss." If he
could gag, he probably would've.
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