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16. First Day

     Michael was a little more than apprehensive at letting Chip and
     Becky attend school. While they have learned and blended in
     successfully with their peers with their respective jobs, school
     would most definitely pose new and unique challenges for the
     androids.

     Kids in school can be brutal and tough. Unacceptive of those who
     are different from themselves.

     Chip and Becky however would be on their own. Both Julie and
     Michael worked, and had to keep their jobs in order to pay for the
     mortgage. They would only be available to assist the android
     teenagers in the event of an emergency.

     ------------------------------------------------------------------

Monday morning, everyone got up and dressed. Michael didn't have enough time
to fix breakfast for Julie that morning as he was busy going over last
minute details with Chip and Becky.

``Does everyone have their supplies?'' he asked, examining the two.

``Yes,'' they said.

``Ok, either of you call me immediately if there are any problems.''
referring to the internal cel-modems the three had.

``They'll be fine, Michael,'' Julie said, walking up behind him and putting
her arm around his waist.

Chip and Becky left and walked to the end of the subdivision to where the
bus stop was. There, she was pleasantly surprised to see Danny waiting for
the bus, too.

``Hi!'' he said, seeing her walk up. ``I didn't realize you lived in this
subdivision.''

``Yes! This is my brother Chip,'' she said.

``Hey, Chip.'' he said, waving shortly.

``Hey.''

There were several other kids waiting at the stop along with them.

``I'm Amy,'' one of the girls said, walking up to Chip.

They all spent the next few minutes chatting waiting for the bus.

Back at the house, Michael and Julie were getting ready for work.

``You think they'll be ok?'' she asked him, putting on her shoes.

``I hope so.''

Michael and Julie left and drove to the Park and Ride lot off Mansell Road
to catch the bus which would take them to the train station to head on into
work. On the way to the train station, Michael received a call from Chip.

``WHAT IS A NERD?'' the message said instantly.

``A NERD IS A DEROGATORY TERM FOR SOMEONE WHO IS MORE ACADEMIC THAN THE REST
OF THEIR PEERS. IS SOMEONE CALLING YOU A NERD?''

``NO, THEY'RE REFERRING TO ANOTHER STUDENT ON THE BUS, I WAS JUST CURIOUS.''

Michael couldn't help but chuckle out loud after disconnecting the call.

``What's so funny?'' Julie asked.

``Chip just called me; wanted to know what a nerd was.''

``Ah!'' she said, giggling.

After picking up several more students, the school bus arrived at the high
school. Aimlessly, hordes of students got out, examining the posters and
signs telling them where they needed to go.

Becky quickly found one sign which read, 'JUNIORS: A-D - ROOM 103'. ``Chip,
I think this is us,'' she said, pointing out the sign. ``Where's room 103?''

``Beats me,'' he said.

They walked through the doors and found a map. Politely, they excused their
way through the mass of students and made their way to room 103.

``Sign in, please.'' the teacher said, greeting them as they entered the
room. As instructed, they both signed and printed their name on the sign-in
sheet, and handed it back to the teacher.

``Chip and Becky Carson,'' she said, reading their names off the form. ``My,
are you two twins?''

``Yes,'' he replied.

``Thought so. Your handwriting is identical to your sister's.''

This was no accident. Chip and Becky had no need for handwriting, or to
develop a style of their own. The script they printed was that which was
originally programmed into them.

``Here you go,'' she said, leafing through the papers. ``Here are your
schedules.''

They both compared each others schedule and were pleased to find out that
they were identical with two exceptions. Chip was enrolled in Air Force
JROTC while Becky was enrolled in Drama instead. They also noticed that they
were both signed up for Phys. Ed. the last period of the day, with different
instructors.

``I think there's a problem,'' Chip said, noticing the scheduling error.

``What's that?''

``We're both in Physical Education 7th period.''

``Yes, everyone must attend P.E.''

``We have a note from our doctors. We both have bad knees.'' said Becky.

``Just give it to the coaches.''

They both left the room, schedules in hand, and went to their first period
which was English.

They were assigned a seat, in alphabetical order, which left Chip sitting at
the end of one row, and Becky sitting at the beginning of another.

Their teacher was Mr. Lawson. He was a short, stout, older man. Graying,
with a receding hairline. Throughout the next 45 minutes, he chatted briefly
with each student, as other students slowly poured into the class and found
their respective seats.

Chip was sitting next to Maria Kontardis. She was an attractive greek girl,
who's family had immigrated to the United States from Europe some time ago.

Becky was sitting next to Maria's brother, Michael Kontardis.

The students barely had enough time to introduce themselves when the period
bell rang, signaling it was time for their next class.

Chip and Becky examined their schedule and proceeded to their next class,
which was Algebra in room 227.

The teacher had no assigned seating, and instructed everyone to find a seat.
Becky was delighted to find Danny in this class, and since he was the only
person, other than her brother, that she knew somewhat, she sat down beside
him.

``Hey!'' he said leaning over to her. ``What's your schedule look like?''

She handed him her schedule and examined the other kids as they quickly
found a seat.

``Damn, you've got Lawson for English, I'm sorry.'' he said. ``Why?''

``He's a hard-ass. Cutts is cool though. I don't know much about these
others, but be careful of Leahy in P.E. - she's a dyke.''

``A dyke?'' she asked genuinely.

``Yeah, a lezbo. You know, fish-eater.''

Becky just had a blank look on her face trying to process what he was
saying.

``A lesbian,'' he said, whispering to her. ``A woman that gets off seeing
another woman??''

``Oh!'' she said. She still wasn't sure what he was talking about.

Chip and Becky managed to make it through the rest of the day. But 7th
period was fast approaching.

They both made it to the locker rooms on time. As the bell rang, Coach
Hawkins came out of his office and walked into the center of the dressing
area.

``Everyone, strip down, and stand in front of your lockers.'' he yelled,
turned around, and walked back into his office.

Five minutes later, he returned to find the 25 students all standing with
their shirts and underwear on.

Turning around to look at each of them, when he finished, he yelled, ``I
said STRIP!''

The kids didn't say anything as each of them, with the exception of Chip,
turned their backs to the coach and took off their shirts and underwear.
Chip, immediately complied by taking off his shirt and jockeys and setting
them on the bench in front of him.

When everyone's butt was bare, he told everyone to turn around.

The boys didn't say anything as they slowly turned around and made a
conscious effort of staring straight in front of them. Chip noticed several
of the boys' eyes taking quick glances at his, and the other boys bodies.

Coach Hawkins proceeded to stand in front of each of the boys and look them
up and down; critiquing their body, and pointing out their flaws. ``Conroy,
we need to work on your stomach. Adams, chest. Hillcrest, arms. Carson...''

He stopped talking as he looked at Chip briefly in the eyes then let his
eyes wander down his body. ``Carson, turn around.''

Chip complied as he turned his backside to face him. ``Turn around to face
me, son.'' he said. ``You work out, boy?''

``Not much,'' he replied. Chip had no need for lifting any weights, his
hydraulic limbs had the same strength no matter how much weight he lifted.

``Not much?'' Coach Hawkins said sarcastically. ``There's not a damn thing
wrong with you, boy! Stand in the middle and turn around,'' he commanded.

Chip complied and walked to the center of the room.

``Turn around,'' he said. ``Now, I want each and everyone of you to take a
good look at Mr. Carson, here. This is what you all are going to strive for
by the end of this year.''

Chip stopped when he reached a full 360, but the coach ordered him to keep
turning.

``Look at his body. Perfect symmetry and proportions. All you faggots better
keep your eyes up, Dawson.'' He stopped Chip and leaned into him. ``Chip,
you're not a faggot, are you?'' he asked.

``Uh, no.'' But Chip didn't have a clue what he was talking about since he
had no comprehension of homosexuality.

``Well, Dawson here has been keeping his eyes on your cock, just checking.''

Chip continued to turn again, as the Coach told him to get back in his
place. ``Ok, that's enough, Carson,'' he said, slapping him on his butt as
he walked back to where his clothes were.

``For the next thirty minutes, I want you all to just stand here, naked, and
look at each other. See your faults, your friend's faults, and come up with
a plan on how you're going to improve on yourself, and your friends.''

The boys didn't do, or say, anything for about five minutes; then one of
them walked over to Chip.

``Hey man,'' the boy said. ``I'm Derrick.''

``Chip Carson.''

``Yeah, we know. Isn't Hawkins a prick?'' he said, sitting down. ``This is
bullshit, man, making us all stand here naked.''

``Doesn't bother me,'' he said.

``No fuck,'' he replied. ``With a body like yours I'd be showing it off,
too.''

Another boy approached him and introduced himself. ``I'm Kyle,'' he said.
``Look man, you better watch out for Matthew Dawson over there,'' he said,
pointing to the boy Coach Hawkins had ostracized earlier. He was sitting by
himself in the corner of the room. ``He really is a fag.''

Just then, Coach Hawkins yelled from his office, ``Carson! In here, now.''

``Yes, sir?'' Chip said, standing in Coach Hawkins doorway, still naked.

``What's this I hear about you having a knee injury?''

``I have a note from my doctor in my locker, sir.''

``How'd you hurt your knee?''

It took him a while to come up with an appropriate excuse. Chip wasn't
allowed to lie, except under extreme circumstances. ``Congenital defect.''
he said.

``Oh,'' said the coach. ``Then I guess this means you won't be trying out
for J.V. Football?''

``I don't think that would be wise.'' he said.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the wall, was the girls locker room. Coach
Leahy had the girls dress out and go onto the field for calisthenics.

She was beautiful, and young; about 26 years old. Her students were
surprised when they found out she competed in the 1996 Olympics.

Leahy was the loner in the school, she came to work, did her job, and went
home. Aside from spending some weekends with her girls while they were at
track meets and other events: coaching them, and cheering them on; few of
her students or peers knew much about her, except she is a lesbian.

Her teaching style was drastically different from her male counterpart on
the other side. Instead of degrading her students, she cherished and praised
their uniqueness and individuality.

While the girls were stretching and doing their exercises, Becky noticed
that another student was following Coach Leahy back to the locker rooms.

Curious at what was going on, she waited for the two to enter the building
and started to follow.

``I wouldn't do that if I were you, dearie.'' a voice called out from the
crowd.

``Why?'' Becky turned around, replying to the group.

``You're liable to get your rug munched,'' another student said.

Not sure what the girls meant, Becky turned back around and continued to
walk to the lockers. When she entered the empty room, she heard strange
noises coming from the Coach's office.

Quietly she walked to the edge of the window where she saw the coach sitting
on her desk, her shorts and panties down to her ankles. She could make out
the hair of the other student who had her head in the coach's lap. Moans and
muffled screams of pleasure came from the coach as she gently kicked the
edge of her desk with her feet.

The girl popped her head up and Becky recognized her immediately as Crystal
McAllister, the head cheerleader. Crystal didn't say anything as she made
eye-contact with Becky and winked.

Becky turned back around and walked back out onto the field. She, nor any of
the other students, said anything about the incident and they continued
their stretching and exercises.

The period was almost over, and it was time for both sets of students to
take a shower and get ready to go home. One by one, the girls flowed into
the showers, stripped down, and washed. Soap was dispensed from repositories
on the wall, and the girls proceeded to lather themselves up.

Leahy stood in the doorway watching the naked girls apply rich lather to
their breasts and stomach and was paying careful attention to Becky.

On the other side, the boys quickly showered; if you could call 30 seconds
of getting wet a shower, dried off, and got dressed.

The bell soon rang, signaling the end of the day, and the boys and girls
quickly headed to the waiting buses.

Chip and Becky were walking together to the buses when they were interrupted
by Mr. Dean, the Guidance Counselor, who wanted to discuss their transcripts
and find out how their first day was.

Instructed to always be polite, and to obey the instructions and requests of
authority figures, they complied by coming to his office.

He asked them about their past, where they went to school before, and about
their home-life.

Chip and Becky were unresponsive to most of the questions, afraid of giving
anything away. His continued efforts to press information out of the kids
proved fruitless though, and he chocked it up to distress over their loss.

Mr. Dean was genuinely concerned how they were doing coping with Dr.
Carson's death from earlier in the year, and after thirty minutes or so of
talking with the two, he became satisfied that the two were still having
issues, and excused them to leave and go home.

When the two walked outside, they were confused to find that all the buses
had left to take the students home leaving them with two alternatives: Call
Michael and Julie, or walk home. Neither of the choices appealed to them,
and they sat on the benches contemplating what to do next.

Ten minutes had passed, with the android brother and sister comparing their
day with each other, when Matthew Dawson walked out. He noticed the two
sitting on the bench and walked over.

``Miss your bus?'' he said, approaching.

``Yes,'' Becky said. ``We're debating whether to call somebody to pick us
up, or walk home.''

``Well, I could give you a ride,'' he said, sitting down next to Becky. ``By
the way, my name's Matthew...''

``...Dawson,'' Chip interjected. ``Coach Hawkins was talking about you
earlier.''

``Yeah, Coach Hawkins. I've been trying to get out of P.E. For the past two
years but don't have much luck.''

``Why do you want out of P.E.?'' asked Becky.

``Because I'm gay,'' he said.

Chip and Becky both logged onto the Internet using their cel-modems and
accessed The Electric Library's Encyclopedia.com to find out what ``gay''
meant.

``What does that have to do with anything?'' she asked.

``That's what I've been trying to figure out all along!'' he said, laughing.

``Some of the greatest artists, authors, scientists, and entertainers in
America's history were, or are homosexual,'' said Chip.

``Try telling that to Coach Hawkins.''

``It seems Coach Hawkins is suffering from a superiority complex,'' Chip
said. ``I've noticed he's quite sadistic.''

``Oh, that's nothing! Last year he caught me subconsciously staring at
another boy; took me outside, made me take off my clothes, and allowed all
the other kids to play dodge-ball, with me as the target.''

``That's terrible!'' Becky said, putting her arm around him to console him.

``What he did to your brother was almost as bad,'' he said.

``Chip? What did he do to you?''

``He made him stand in the middle of the locker room and parade him around
naked.''

``Well, somebody needs to put a stop to him.'' she said. ``That's not
right!''

Several months ago, when Michael had transferred his intrinsic knowledge
database to the two droids, they were given part of Michael's original
programming, put in by Dr. Carson. The database provided a blueprint if you
will; of ethics, morals, and basic knowledge.

Matthew got up, frustrated and angry reliving his past experiences with
Coach Hawkins and proceeded to pace in front of the two.

``How?!'' he said. ``He's the brother of the head of the School Board.
Welcome to Georgia, you two. This is the good ol' boy's state. So, how 'bout
that ride; where do you two live?''

``Near Wills Park,'' said Chip.

``I live near Wills Park.'' commented Matthew.

``On Greenmont Circle,'' Becky interjected.

``I live on Greenmont Walk! We're neighbors! Come on, my car is in student
parking.''

Chip and Becky followed him across the way to the student parking lot. At
this time of day, there were only a handful of cars remaining as the last
remaining students were either in detention, or had other after-school
activities.

Becky rode shotgun and gave Matthew directions to their house once they
entered the subdivision. He pulled into the driveway and they all got out.

``Would you like to come in?'' asked Chip.

``Sure,'' Matthew said.

She gave him a tour of the house, and Chip got three Coke cans out of the
refrigerator. Chip and Becky didn't need to drink, but the list of guest
customs suggested he offer one to his guest and it would have looked funny
for the two not to drink with him.

``Cool house,'' Matthew said as he and Becky met up with Chip in the
kitchen. ``Where's your room, Chip?''

``Downstairs in the basement,'' he said, handing the two remaining cans to
him and Becky.

Shortly after moving in with Michael and Julie, it became evident that
cohabitation would not work out well for the droid children. Michael spent a
weekend finishing part of his basement and set up a room on one side for
Chip.

The three walked downstairs, and Chip flipped on the light at the foot of
the stairs. Matthew immediately noticed the racks of equipment and servers
along the far wall, and the long table adjacent to it with monitors,
oscilloscopes, calibration equipment, and other devices.

``Woah! Pretty cool!'' he said enthusiastically. ``You're more of a geek
than I am!''

``Actually, we all are,'' said Becky giggling. ``Chip and myself were
practically born into computers and electronics, and Michael and Julie, the
people we live with, work in I.T., too.''

``That's fucking awesome,'' he said. ``That's what I want to go into when I
graduate, major in EE and minor in CompSci.''

``What specialty?'' asked Chip.

``Oh, I dunno, probably robotics or AI.''

Chip and Becky didn't say anything as they just looked at each other and
grinned.

``So where do you sleep?'' asked Matthew. ``And what's up with this
operating table? Tell me you don't sleep on this!''

Chip chuckled and showed Matthew his room which was on the other side of the
stairs. ``The table was here when we both arrived.''

``That's cool, it's kinda morbid; but cool.'' Matthew looked around Chip's
room, with its bare walls, single bed, bookcase, and desk. ``It's spartan,
but functional, I guess.''

Just then, the garage door opened followed shortly by the door to the
kitchen flying open and two sets of feet.

``Chip! Becky!'' Michael and Julie called out.

``Down here, Michael,'' he replied.

``Chip? What's wrong? What's going on?'' Michael said, noticing the strange
car outside when they pulled up, and running down the stairs.

``Nothing's going on, Michael. This is Matthew Dawson from school,'' he
said. ``We missed the bus, and Matthew gave us a ride home.''

``Matthew lives one street over,'' said Becky.

``Chip, you know how we feel about strangers being let into the house,''
said Julie, standing behind Michael on the stairs. ``Very nice to meet you,
Matthew,'' Michael said. ``But Julie's right, there's a lot of expensive
stuff in here.''

``I'm sorry, sir; it was my fault,'' Matthew said. ``I need to get going
anyway.''

They all walked back upstairs, and Matthew made it a point of throwing away
his now finished Coke can before leaving.

``Listen, if you guys ever want a ride to or from school, I'd be more than
happy to give you one,'' he said talking to Chip and Becky at the door.

``Thank you very much,'' Becky said.

``Take care,'' he said as he walked out.

Michael and Julie were already sitting on the couch next to one another,
with Chip across from them when Julie called for Becky to join them.

``It's imperative that we do not bring strangers into this house you two.''
he said.

``Exactly, what if there were parts or components sitting on the table.''
Julie added.

``Michael, Julie; we sensed no deceit from his body language,'' said Chip.

``You don't know this boy, Chip,'' said Julie.

``But we do!'' Becky interrupted. ``He's 16 years old, a junior at school,
homosexual, and wants to study robotics or artificial intelligence when he
goes to college.''

``I accessed the school's mainframe while we were driving over here,'' Chip
said, ``he has a 3.9 GPA, and has never had any disciplinary problems.''

``But what do his parents do?'' asked Michael.

``That's in his school records, too.'' Chip responded. ``His father died
when he was 11 years old, and his mother is a paramedic.''

Surprised at the thoroughness of Chip's background check Michael was both
relieved and still agitated that he and Becky defied their long standing
order of not allowing strangers into the house.

``If it makes you feel any better, his IQ is 180, and he scored a 1550 on
his SAT's, a full one year earlier than when most of his peers usually take
the test.''

``Wow, sounds like someone I need to hire,'' Michael stated.

``Becky, you said he was gay?''

``He told us,'' she said.

``That's not in his school records, but it's common-knowledge at the
school,'' Chip added. ``Apparently, he gets ostracized for it quite a bit,
too.''

``Kids can be so cruel to those who are different,'' Julie said. ``I dunno,
Mike, maybe this kid's okay?''

Just as Michael was about to answer, the doorbell rang.

``Now what?'' he exclaimed, getting up to answer it.

When he opened the door, he saw a young, tall boy standing on the porch.
``Uh, is Becky home?'' the boy said.

``And you are?''

``Danny. From school.''

Michael didn't say anything more to him as he turned around and yelled,
``Becky, someone's at the door for you.'' He walked away as Becky came into
the foyer.

``Who's at the door?'' Julie asked, as Michael sat back down.

``Danny. From school.'' Michael repeated, impersonating the young boy's
voice and intonation exactly.

Chip and Julie couldn't help but laugh quietly.

``I guess with you two in High School now, Julie and I need to rethink some
things.'' he said quietly. ``I'll finish out the lab this weekend so we can
lock it just in case.''

Michael got up to fix dinner for Julie, and Chip started to go downstairs.
Before he closed the door, he leaned back out to talk to Michael. ``Do you
mind if I call Matthew and tell him everything's okay?'' he asked.

``Yeah. Hey, why don't you invite him over for dinner?''

``Okay,'' he said, and closed the door behind him as he went downstairs.

Chip logged onto the net while he layed on his bed and discovered the
instant messenger ID for Matthew by doing a search. He was pleased to find
him online and told him what the verdict was.
DroidBoy2k: Matthew?
GeorgiaGeek: Yeah, who's this?
DroidBoy2k: Chip.
GeorgiaGeek: Cool nick! 'Your dad pissed?
DroidBoy2k: He's not my dad. We just live with him and Julie
since our real dad died earlier this year.
GeorgiaGeek: Man, sorry to hear that. Hey, how'd you find my id?
DroidBoy2k: Did a search. Michael wanted me to ask you if you
wanted to join us for dinner this evening.
GeorgiaGeek: Whacha havin?
DroidBoy2k: I think it's spaghetti.
GeorgiaGeek: What time?
DroidBoy2k: An hour or so?
GeorgiaGeek: Cool. I'll be there, my mom's working 2nd shift
tonight anyway.

GeorgiaGeek has added you to his Buddy List.

Julie came back downstairs and noticed Michael was fixing way too much food
for just her. ``What's with all the food?''

``I had Chip invite Matthew over for dinner.''

``Oh that was nice, maybe we should see if Becky's friend Danny would like
to join us, too?''

``Might as well, at this point.''

Julie walked outside to find Becky and Danny sitting on the steps of their
porch, talking.

``Excuse me, guys,'' Julie interrupted. ``Danny, right? Would you like to
join Michael, Chip, a friend of his from school, Becky, and I for dinner?''

``Sure!'' Danny said, jumping up. ``My parents are at a Thrashers Game at
Philips Arena, I was going to order Dominos when I got home.''

Becky and Danny came in a short while later and went into the living room to
watch TV. Not long after, the doorbell rang and it was Matthew.

``Hi, Matthew,'' Julie said as she let him in. ``Chip's downstairs in his
room.''

Matthew didn't say anything as he let himself downstairs to the basement
where Chip was. Danny recognized him, and couldn't help but whisper to
Becky, ``What's that fag doing here?''

``He's our friend,'' Becky said.

``So, is your brother gay?'' he continued to whisper.

``Are you?''

``Hell no!'' he replied with emphasis. ``Well, is he?''

``Do you plan on sleeping with him?''

``No.''

``Then what does it matter? But to answer your question, Chip is not
homosexual anymore than I, Michael, or Julie are.''

Matthew found Chip laying on his back, with his arms at his side. His eyes
open, he was apparently staring at the ceiling, completely motionless.

``Chip?'' he called out, but Chip didn't answer as he was preoccupied
chatting in IRC.

``Chip?'' he called out again, walking over to him and shaking him. This
startled Chip, who immediately disconnected from the net and sat straight
up.

``Matthew!'' he said surprised.

``Are you ok? You were catatonic there for a minute.''

``I was, uh, meditating.'' he said nervously, replying with the first
excuse. ``Yeah, meditating.''

``Oh, cool. Wanna surf the net?''

``Uh, sure, let me boot up the computer.''

The two boys walked over to the table with the monitor and keyboard on it,
and Chip flipped the breaker which started the generator outside and powered
up the servers and equipment.

About thirty seconds passed when the lights came on the boxes and all the
monitors lit up.

``Holy cow!'' Matthew said as the noise level in the basement increased
ten-fold. ``You have a separate generator for your computers?''

``The equipment down here draws approximately 150 amps of power, exceeding
the power capacity of the house. There is a generator connected to the
natural gas service which provides the power for this room only.''

``What's in the racks?''

``Well, this first rack houses the Beowulf Cluster, approximately 32 HP
Netserver LPr's, dual Pentium III 500 MHz processors, each with a gig of
RAM, and the rack next to it houses the Network Appliance File Server.
They're connected together through Gig-E ethernet.''

``How much storage do you have?''

``Approximately 768 Gb.''

``That's an awful lot of MP3s!'' Matthew said, sitting down.

``It mainly has Michael's work on it, but we all have accounts, and
sometimes Michael leaves it up during the day so he can ssh into it from
work.''

``Major geeks!'' Matthew said chuckling.

The servers booted, and Chip was presented with a login screen. He logged in
as guest, where the two boys were presented with an X session, running the K
Desktop Environment.

``Cool! KDE!'' Matthew said enthusiastically.

Right as Matthew was about to surf the net, Julie opened the door and called
them both to dinner.

They went upstairs where Becky and Danny were already sitting at the dining
table eating. Chip and Matthew were both presented with plates, and Michael
and Julie sat down right after them.

Matthew didn't say anything, but he noticed how ridiculously small Chip's,
Becky's, and Michael's portions were. In fact, it appeared their portions
were half of what a normal portion should be.

Julie, Danny, and Matthew had a cola to drink, while Becky, Chip, and
Michael drank water. What the two boys from their school didn't realize was
that Michael had added a special enzyme to the water (basically very diluted
Drano) to help dissolve the food they were ingesting to make cleanup, which
they all would have to go through, much easier later.

The three androids ate their food slowly, to keep up with the others at the
table, and the conversation turned jovial, at best.

Chip and Becky discussed their classes and teachers with Michael and Julie,
with Matthew and Danny adding additional information as it warranted.

Danny and Matthew sat across from each other, and hardly spoke to one
another.

When it came time in the conversation for the droid teenagers to discuss
P.E., Chip skirted the issue and passed the hour off as non-descript.

Matthew wasn't about to let him slide, however, and felt it appropriate that
his guardians know what the coach had done to him, and proceeded to tell
everybody about the parading of him, naked, in front of all the other kids.

Michael was becoming agitated at hearing of this, and was disappointed Chip
hadn't told him sooner, but as he was about to offer some words of
encouragement, Danny couldn't hold back any longer and let it rip what he
heard happened to Matthew.

``I hear you were outed for like the millionth time during that same class,
Dawson. Guess the coach doesn't like fags.''

``Enough!'' Michael exclaimed, slamming his fist onto the table. ``If you
want to be accepted in this house, Danny, then you accept everyone, like we
do.''

``That's so sad,'' Julie added. ``Something must be done about this guy,
toying with young boy's minds and emotions like that.''

``It's no big deal, Ms. Collins,'' he replied. ``Besides, his brother is the
head of the school board, I don't know if there's anything anybody can do.''

``Oh, I've got a few tricks up my sleeve,'' Michael said aloud, debating
whether to hack into Equifax and ruin the guy's credit, or pummel the guy to
death.

``Mike, it's ok, I have a plan,'' Chip interrupted.

``You do?'' Julie, Michael, Becky, and Matthew said in unison.

``Nothing that's going to get you in trouble, I hope.'' Julie said.

``Not at all.''

The rest of the dinner went well. Danny realized that he wasn't all that
different from Matthew. They both liked to play Quake, surf the net,
basketball, and look at dirty pictures. (That aspect of the conversation was
revealed when Michael and Julie both were out of the room.)

In fact, other than Danny's initial outburst, Matthew's sexuality didn't
come up again that evening.

The boys left soon after dinner, and Julie began cleaning up the table and
kitchen.

Michael, on the other hand, was just beginning his cleanup process.

The three droids had already disabled their liquid matter separator, Becky
and Chip having done so earlier in the day when they drank their Coke, and
all followed each other into the bathroom.

Becky was the first to go, by taking her pants off and sitting on the
toilet. Michael got a long hose and attached it to the sink's faucet, tilted
Becky's head back, and inserted the hose down her throat.

She activated her internal garbage disposal which ground and forced the food
stuffs out her anus and into the toilet. Michael turned on the hose, forcing
water into the reservoir, flushing it at the same time.

When nothing but clear water was coming out, he turned off the hose as Becky
flushed the last remaining fluids out of body, wiped herself, flushed the
toilet, and got dressed.

Michael repeated the process with Chip. When he finished, Chip wiped
himself, and flushed the toilet.

Michael was last to sit on the toilet, as Chip assisted him by guiding the
hose down his throat. Michael had to expel a little bit more matter since he
had a power lunch with a vendor earlier in the day.

Completely flushed, and cleaned, the three androids exited the bathroom
together and went back to their routine.

Julie busted out laughing when she saw the three nonchalantly exit the
bathroom. ``You know, if anyone didn't know what was going on and happen to
see you three leave the bathroom together, they'd think something terribly
fucked up was going on.'' she said.

``Yeah, yeah, but would you rather sleep next to a walking trashcan?''

``Hell no!'' she replied, still laughing.

That evening, things quietly returned to normal at the Collins' household.
After a romantic interlude before bedtime, Julie drifted off to sleep and
the three droids spent the remainder of the evening downstairs in the lab.

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