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Subject: {ASSM} the Michael Collins Anthology (ASFR, ScFi, act, rom, adv) [24/26]
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24. The Big Night

     Each year, medium and large-sized Information Technology companies
     nominate management individuals who have routinely practiced good
     management skills, and have saved their company money through the
     implementation of best-practices and standards.

     Michael was nominated earlier in the year by Shaun, their
     department's executive secretary, for his management style and
     abilities.

     Several weeks ago, CIOs from participating companies voted for the
     respective nominees. Michael beat out Richard Skovic from Coca
     Cola's Fountain Division by only one vote.

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The next day, there was quite a buzz going around Chip and Becky's school.
Rumor had it Coach Hawkins was arrested upon arriving to school that
morning.

``Did you hear?'' one boy said to another. ``Coach Hawkins was arrested!''

``No way! For what?''

``I heard he was caught fondling another kid here.'' the first boy reply.

``I head he was caught fucking a girl.'' said another who was passing by.

Upon hearing this news, Chip and Becky smiled to each-other as they walked
to their class.

Rumors and innuendos fluorished at the school that day. By the end of the
day, the rumor had spread that Coach Hawkins was the head of a major
child-pornographic ring throughout Northern Georgia.

Counselors were brought in from the school system and began interviewing
students, searching to gather more evidence. This was easy to come by,
however. It appeared Coach Hawkins pissed off just about every student who
had him in class. Stories at how he made the kids stand naked, at how he
paraded them around, flew out of the kids mouths like tap-water.

Coach Leahy wasn't left out of this ordeal, either, since girls started
talking about her lesbian trysts with the McAllister girl and other
cheerleaders and swimmers. By the end of the day, Coach Leahy was suspended
from her job, pending the outcome of an official investigation.

That evening, Danny and Matthew met up at Julie and Michael's house to
escort Becky and Chip to the ceremony.

Both kids were dressed rather nicely, Julie thought as she opened the door,
wearing a sports coat, tie, and nice pants. Their ensemble would have been
perfect were it not for the Nike's and Reeboks' the boys were wearing for
shoes.

Michael, Chip, and Becky assembled in the foyer shortly thereafter and
everyone plowed into the late Dr. Carson's SUV as they headed to the
ceremony.

Upon arriving, the six were escorted to a long table on the stage as the
guests of honor.

A news crew from WSB-TV Channel 2 was in the back filming the night's
events.

``Must be a slow news night,'' Julie whispered to Michael.

``Tell me about it.''

``I can't believe there's so many people here,'' Matthew said. ``There's got
to be at least 500.''

The ceremony began with a brief video biography of Michael, and his
accomplishments at Datatronics over the past year. Interviews with members
of his staff and colleagues were intermixed with slide presentations of his
projects and how they increased the bottom line.

Several of Michael's colleagues got on stage and gave some kind remarks.
Some talked about the personal things he's done to make their jobs easier,
but most mere relayed his professional accomplishments.

Towards the end of the 1[\( \frac{1}{2} \)] hour presentation, Michael was
called up to the podium to accept his award.

``We are honored tonight to have Michael Collins,'' said Jim Stiles,
Chairman of the Atlanta area IT Manager's Guild, and sponsor of that night's
events, ``Manager of Development Operations for Datatronics, to accept
tonight's award for I.T. Manager of the Year. So, without further adieu, I
hereby present Atlanta's Information Technology Manager of the Year award to
Michael Collins!''

Clapping and cheers reverberated from the audience as Michael got up to take
the podium. ``Thank you Jim, thank you everyone.'' he said, his voice
drowned out by the ensuing cheers and applause, ``I'd also like to bring
onto stage the three most important people in my life; Julie, Chip, and
Becky for were it not for their enviable patience and understanding, I could
never have...''

The three got up to flank Michael on his sides. As Michael continued to
talk, a loud noise could be heard coming from the podium.

Michael looked to find where the noise came from, and noticed a white box
with an antenna and light on it set inside the podium on a shelf.

``... never have ...'' Michael said as he tried to continue.

His vision became distorted. Error messages were beginning to flash in front
of him from all of his systems. Every actuator in his body engaged, and
subsequently disengaged in rapid succession.

Chip and Becky were also beginning to feel the effects of what was beginning
to affect Michael, too. The two android children were losing their motor
control as each of their heads began rotating from side to side in a jerky
fashion.

Michael brought his hands to his head in a reflex action.

``Michael?'' Julie whispered to him, putting her arm around his waist.
``What's wrong?''

In a distinctly electronic voice, Michael tried to respond, but only
oscillating tones came out of his mouth. Regaining partial control of his
speech processors, Michael was able to utter, ``Malfunction.''

He began to jerk wildly as all of his systems were overloading and he no
longer had any motor control. Screams could be heard coming from the
audience and everyone was in shock at what they were seeing. Without
warning, Michael's systems shut completely down and he just stood at the
podium, frozen, like a statue.

Chip and Becky weren't faring much better as the two droids lost all of
their motor controls as well. Their internal gyroscopes completely shut down
with the wave of energy eminating from the podium, they could no longer
retain their balance and fell to the ground.

All of a sudden, Julie heard a familiar voice resonating from the back of
the room. ``See!'' the man yelled. ``I told everyone! None of you believed
me.''

Julie recognized the voice as that of Arnie Phillips. ``He's an android!''
he yelled.

All of a sudden a hush came over the audience. Julie started to panic. She
didn't know what to do. Matthew and Danny rushed over to their fallen
friends and tried to revive them without much luck.

Just then, two rather young men came on stage from the audience. They had
extremely long hair and were unshaven. ``We need to get you all out of
here,'' the one man said.

``But,'' Julie started to mumble.

``No but's. The police have probably been called.''

The two men grabbed Michael by his arms and dragged him off stage. One man
yelled from a distance for them to stop.

One of the men used his Nextel phone and radioed someone to bring their
truck around to the hotel's loading dock.

As the men help Julie, Matthew, and Danny, load the droids in the back of a
truck, Julie saw several Atlanta and Fulton County police officers arrive at
the hotel as they were speeding off.

Matthew and Danny stayed in the back of the truck with the three androids as
Julie rode up in the cab.

``Are you NSA?'' she asked them. ``FBI?''

``No,'' the driver said.

``Where are you taking us?''

``Back to my place,'' the man riding shotgun said. ``I have a house in
Marietta. They won't think to look there for you guys.''

``So what happened back there?'' Julie asked.

``My guess it was some sort of strong EM pulse.'' said the other man.

``Yeah, EM pulses scramble electronic circuitry.'' said the other.

The men pulled into a house in a secluded subdivision in Cobb County and
dragged the androids into a basement.

``Lay them down gently on the floor,'' one man said.

Julie paced around as she tried to figure out what to do next. ``Who the
hell are you guys?''

''I'm David,'' said the driver.

``I'm Shane,'' said the man who owned the house.

``And I'm John,'' said the other.

``Dude, I think this is that android which the DoD was working on several
years ago!'' said David.

``How do you know about that?'' asked Julie.

``Freedom of Information Act. If he is, he's some sort of combat android or
something.''

``Not anymore,'' Julie replied, kneeling down to brush his cheek with her
hand.

Back at the hotel, several police officers were interviewing the ceremony's
audience to try to find out what happened.

The audience members spoke of the strange action of the three androids on
stage, and how Arnie Phillips insisted that he has now been vendicated by
proving to everyone that Michael was in fact an android.

The police, however, were skeptical, thinking more that Michael suffered a
stroke. They began to contact the area hospitals but each of them turned up
empty.

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