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Subject: {ASSM} RP: the Michael Collins Anthology (ASFR, ScFi, act, rom, adv) [17/26]
Date: Wed,  4 Jul 2001 07:10:02 -0400
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17. School

     What is an android to do that's got a kilogram of food just
     sitting around in their body? Get rid of it, somewhow.

     That aside, Michael's reservation about Chip and Becky attending
     school may have been warranted.

     Sex-crazed physical education teachers (which is no wonder
     considering how sexually repressed Georgia is - it is against the
     law in that state to give or receive a blowjob, by the way.) But
     all in all it was a pretty good day. Becky and Chip made two very
     nice friends. Will they ever find out their secret, though?

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The next morning, the doorbell rang again at the Collins' house. Much to
everyone's surprise, it was Matthew who had already picked up Danny, and had
stopped by to take Chip and Becky to school.

``Is that Danny in the car?'' Julie asked him, waiting for Chip and Becky to
hurriedly get ready.

``Yeah, go figure.'' he said.

``So you two are friends, now?''

``I wouldn't quite call it a friendship, yet. More like a professional
acquaintance.''

``You're a trip.'' she said, yelling again for Chip and Becky to hurry.

The two droids rushed to the doorway, backpacks in hand, and got in
Matthew's car.

Danny let the rear-door open for Becky, to sit in the back with him, while
Chip rode shotgun this time.

As the four got to the school, and walked up the sidewalk, Chip noticed Amy,
from the bus yesterday, waving to him as they

approached.

``Hi, Chip!'' she said all bubbly. ``I missed you on the bus this morning.''

``Matthew Dawson gave us a ride.''

``Matthew?'' she started to say, but before she could finish her sentence,
Chip interrupted.

``Not a word about his sexuality.'' he imparted.

``Uh, ok. You're not, are you?''

``Honestly, I don't see everyone's fascination here with everyone else's
sexuality. No, I am not homosexual.''

``Cool!'' she said, bouncing. ``Want to go out Friday night?''

``Where?''

They continued to walk into the school, and to their respective classes.

``I figured we'd catch a movie at Northpoint or something.''

``I'll let you know tomorrow.''

Chip and Becky made it through English class unscathed and with little
exciting happening. Dr. Lawson gave the class some homework to read a poem
by Walt Whitman and describe its meaning.

Algebra was pretty exciting for the two, or rather the five minutes
immediately preceding it was. One of the students got into a fight with
another outside the hall, and as Miss Cutts went to break it up, she got
punched in the face.

The rest of the period was spent with the entire class chaperoned by the
school's police officer on duty, who said and did nothing. One of the
students was vocal about his confusion at the officer being present in the
room since none of the students present were party to the altercation.

Third period was Chemistry, and was also fairly uneventful. The teacher
began reviewing the Periodic Table of Elements with the class, but the topic
of the under-talk throughout the class was that of the altercation with the
teacher earlier.

Between third and fourth period, was the Carson twin's scheduled lunch.
Having no need for food, the twins found an empty table and were reviewing
their poetry assignment from English.

When Danny exited the lunch line, he noticed the twins and came over to join
them. Matthew was not far behind Danny in line, and came over and asked if
he could join them, too; which noone objected.

About five minutes later, one of the Junior Varsity football players and his
crew, noticed Matthew Dawson enjoying himself, and the company of those he
was with, and came over to start trouble.

Instructed to avoid altercations, Chip and Becky didn't do anything when
Ronny Palmer struck the back of Matthew's head with his hand. ``How's it
going, faggot.''

``Back off!'' Danny said, pushing his chair back and standing up.

``Danny-boy, whacha doin' hanging around with these faggots?''

``Other than Matt, none of us here are gay, Ronny, as if it's any of your
business, he's our friend. You got a problem with that?''

``Yeah, I do, queer lover. I'll see you after school.''

``What are you going to do?'' Becky said as Ronny walked off.

``I'll have to fight him.''

Becky called Chip's cell-modem from hers so the two could talk privately.

BECKY: CHIP, WE HAVE TO DO SOMETHING.

CHIP: I KNOW. I'M NOT SURE WHAT WE CAN DO, THOUGH.

BECKY: I HAVE AN IDEA! HANG ON...

Becky disconnected the call, and proceeded to call the school's main number.

In the computer synthesized voice which was used when she made a voice call
on the modem, she spoke with the woman on the phone.

``Alpharetta High, how may I direct your call.'' the woman said on the other
end.

``Hello. Please connect me with your school's resource officer.'' she said,
electronically.

A few seconds later, a page was heard through all the speakers in the
school. ``Officer Dooley, please come to the office for a telephone call.''

``Becky,'' Chip said quietly. ``What are you doing?''

``Nothing! Honest!'' she said with a grin.

Back to the cell-call, ``This is Officer Dooley, how may I help you?''

Becky replied in her electronic voice, ``This is an automated message. You
are hereby informed that an altercation is planned to take place on your
school's property this afternoon after school. An electronic recording was
made of the threat and as an officer of the peace, you are required to act
and prevent any such altercation from occurring. Press 1 to hear the
recording.''

Like a moron, the officer pressed the number 1 key on his telephone. Becky
couldn't help but chuckle when the policeman actually did press the number,
and replayed the recording of Ronny's and Danny's conversation seconds
before:

     ``Ronny: How's it going, faggot?''

     Danny: Back-off`

     Ronny: Danny-boy, whacha doin' hanging around with these faggots`

     Danny: Other than Matt, none of us here are gay...``

     Ronny: ...I'll see you after school.``

In the wake of Columbine, and Matthew Shepherd, school systems around the
country had a zero-tolerance policy when it came to school violence, and
intolerances. Officer Dooley immediately recognized Ronny's voice after just
finishing talking with him about another incident minutes before he entered
the lunchroom.

This telephone call, and the replay of events, was all the evidence he
needed to arrest Ronny Palmer on conspiracy to commit assault, and charge it
as a hate crime.

``I don't think Ronny's going to be there after school today,'' she told
everyone.

``Why?'' Danny said.

``I made a wish.''

``Dude, I didn't realize how hard it was for you,'' Danny told Matthew.
``Fuck, I'm not even gay, and I'm getting queer-by-association!''

``It's allright. Thanks for sticking up for me.''

``Yeah, no sweat.''

The remaining periods were uneventful as well, including P.E. With Coach
Hawkins this time.

After PE was over, Chip, Matthew, and Becky walked to the back of the school
where the student parking was at. A moment later, Danny appeared from
another hallway and joined them by Matthew's car.

``Hey, did you hear?'' he said running up to Becky. ``Ronny got arrested
today!''

``So there will be no fight?'' she replied.

``Nope. Apparently someone overheard his threats to me, and his comments to
us during lunch and turned him in.''

``Interesting,'' Becky said, with a smile.

``So, Dawson, anymore problems with Hawkins today?''

``None at all,'' he replied, getting in his car.

Chip rode shotgun again, while Danny and Becky shared the backseat.

On their way home, Danny put his hands onto Becky's. ``I really like you,''
he said.

``I like you, too,'' she replied.

``Cool,'' he said, squeezing her hand, then moving his arm around her neck.

While they were driving, Chip received a call from Julie on his cell.

``Chip, Michael and I have to stay late after work for a meeting, so we're
planning on catching dinner and a movie afterwards. We'll probably be home
around 10 or so.'' she said. ``Tell your sister.''

``Ok,'' he replied, in his electronic voice.

Chip turned around to see Danny slowly moving his head towards Becky's to
give her a kiss and was about to tell her the news when turned back around.
He'd tell her when they got to the house, he thought, since they'd both be
in range to the wireless ethernet antennas.

``Matt, Danny, do you all want to come over?'' he said.

``That'd be cool,'' Matthew quickly replied.

Muffled, since Danny's lips were affixed to Becky's, he responded, ``Uh,
yeah; sure.''

They got to Chip's house, and he unlocked the door and let everyone in.
Danny and Becky were no longer kissing, but they were holding hands as she
escorted him inside.

Once inside, Chip sent Becky a page using their wireless ethernet
transceivers:

     JULIE CALLED - SHE AND MICHAEL WON'T BE HOME UNTIL AFTER 0300 UTC.

Becky smiled and gave Chip a wink, acknowledging the message. She and Danny
went up to her room, while Chip and Matthew went downstairs.

Becky's room was no where near as spartan as Chip's. With the help of Julie,
she had transformed the guest bedroom into a typical teenage girl's room,
complete with stuffed animals, and posters of N'Sync and Backstreet Boys on
the wall.

``Cool room,'' Danny said, plopping himself down on her bed. ``You must
really like purple,'' he commented, pointing to the purple comforter,
pillows, and other items placed neatly throughout the room.

``Julie helped me decorate it. It's very different from my old room.''

``What was your old room like?'' he questioned, pulling Becky down onto the
bed with him.

``White,'' she said. ``Very white, and sterile.'' making references to the
lab where Chip and Becky spent their entire time before driving down to
Atlanta.

``Your dad sounds like he didn't take good care of you.''

``He did! It's just we didn't have a need for anything more at the time.''
she replied.

``So what about your mom?''

``We never knew our mom.''

``That's so sad. I love my mom very much.'' Danny replied, putting his arm
on her shoulder.

Becky could hear the sound of the generator starting up downstairs. She knew
it was Chip and probably Matthew using Michael's servers.

``That's good. I've heard that mothers are very important while you're
growing up.''

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