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Subject: {ASSM} RP: the Michael Collins Anthology (ASFR, ScFi, act, rom, adv) [11/26]
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11. The Morning After

     Some of Michael's new abilities were beginning to take hold as he
     was slowly trying to regain some normality back into his life.

     Having remote access to one's psyche may prove to be more of a
     curse than a blessing, however. Fortunately for us humans, that
     aspect is not likely to become probably for a significant future.

     Although, being able to call one's significant other from one's
     built-in cellphone to see when he or she is coming home from
     dinner would be extremely cool.

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``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 his 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 his 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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