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Subject: {ASSM} RP: the Michael Collins Anthology (ASFR, ScFi, act, rom, adv) [14/26]
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14. The Intrinsic Knowledge Database

     An Intrinsic Knowledge Database are special sets of files within
     Michael which provide basic information.

     How to open a door, how to tie his shoes, that [\( 2+2=4 \)],
     grass is normally green, the sky is normally blue, and red means
     stop why green means go. Yellow, in this case does not necessarily
     mean go very fast.

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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 his waist.

``I'm going to export my intrinsic knowledge database so I can 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 his 3rd and
4th ribs on either side of his 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 his database, coupled with the
almost 100% throughput through his 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.

They all 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 he 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, Michael heard a deep pounding
coming from Chip 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 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 himself. ``There's probably a law
against this,'' he said dropping his pants, getting up on the bottom bunk
and leaning against the wall. ``Sit next to me,'' he instructed.

Chip complied, and 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.

However, Chips wasn't done, it appeared as he continued to stroke his cock,
which was still hard, 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 doorway.

``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 had watched.

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 his 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 her 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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