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Subject: {ASSM} RP: the Michael Collins Anthology (ASFR, ScFi, act, rom, adv) [15/26]
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15. Memories

     Several months had passed since Chip and Becky joined Michael, and
     Julie in their home in Alpharetta.

     Michael and Julie finished out their basement so Chip had a room
     to himself, and Becky took the guest bedroom upstairs.

     On the home front, Michael was now Manager of Development
     Operations at Datatronics, after getting Scott fired; albeit
     accidentally, by patching his monitor and keyboard into the
     executive conference room. When the board members were having a
     meeting discussing second-quarter earnings, and saw an employee
     playing Solitaire for 45 minutes straight, they walked around to
     everyone's cube surreptitiously and caught Scott red-handed.

     Arnie was still at Datatronics, but one of Michael's first acts
     was to transfer him into another department so he wasn't as much
     of a threat. Of course, Arnie decided to shoot off his mouth
     proclaiming to the world and everybody that Michael was in fact an
     android. This only landed him in the hospital for psychiatric
     treatment due to ``Work related stress.''

     Michael got Julie a job at Datatronics as well, working as a
     project manager. Only one floor away, the two had lunch with each
     other just about every day. Taking the MARTA train to work also
     saved on their expenses.

     As for Michael? Things were going good for him, for a change. He's
     raised the bar in his department, making it the most productive
     department Datatronics has, and was even afforded a larger staff
     as a result. Now, Development Operations was the largest,
     brightest, and best group in the Company. The Company's very own
     baby, with Michael as the Godfather.

     Chip and Becky were doing fairly well, too. Adjusting to life
     outside the lab, they've learned a great deal over these past few
     months while observing Michael and Julie interact, from reading
     literature, and from watching television. They were entirely
     self-sufficient now. Chip got a job working at Blockbuster, and
     Becky got a job working in the mall.

     When Chip and Becky arrived, their minds were a blank slate. With
     considerable effort, Michael managed to give them enough education
     for that of 16 year olds. However, their education wasn't
     complete, and this required the two to actually attend school -
     High School - for the rest. It was early August, and School was
     just around the corner for the two droids.

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``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. ``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 slowly 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 in 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
[\( 10^{3} \)] 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 an 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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