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Subject: {ASSM} (RP) [10/12] Pact with The Devil (ASFR, MF, MM, cons, mc, nc, scifi)
Date: Sat, 29 Dec 2001 16:10:07 -0500
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                                   Chapter 10
                         San Francisco, Here I Come...

   As if Michael's troubles weren't bad enough, the devil was being
   exceptionally sadistic to him this time around.

   In a flash Michael found himself in San Francisco, allright. Standing
   right in the middle of the Golden Gate Bridge between two lanes of
   traffic!

   Cars immediately began honking and swerving as he appeared out from
   nowhere. Petrified he dodged the oncoming cars and semis and ran off to
   the side.

   He walked the mile or so to the other side as cars continued to honk at
   him. Of course, no driver expected a pedestrian to be on this side of the
   bridge. It's amazing he never got hit while walking.

   Then again, I wrote too soon.

   Crossing the bay was the asshole truck driver who tried to kill Michael
   from before.

   Recognizing the outfit Michael was wearing, he swerved to hit him; and
   with a loud ``thunk'' he struck Michael from behind and threw him several
   hundred feet down the ditch.

   Michael was severely damaged as the result of the collision. His memory
   circuits were fried and his CPU was constantly resetting. He layed like
   this for several months before he was discovered by a junkman who brought
   him back to his yard.

   ``Whacha got there, Clark?'' the old man said as the junkman dragged
   Michael from the back of his truck.

   ``Some kinda mannequin.'' he said. ``Looks to be in pretty good shape,
   too.''

   ``Well, set 'im up over there,'' the other man said pointing to a vacant
   spot in the yard.

   For three years, Michael stood erect, outside in the weather. A thousand
   bird droppings later, a rather bohemian lady stopped by the junkyard
   looking for items for her new home.

   As she walked through the yard, her eyes fell upon what she thought to be
   a rather handsome statue.

   ``How much for the statue,'' she asked the man.

   ``$50.00,'' he replied and with the stroke of a pen, she dragged Michael
   to her stationwagon and layed him inside.

   She drove back to her house on Barbary Lane where she took him out and
   dragged him inside and stood him up in her kitchen.

   ``You need to be cleaned up,'' she said as she began cutting away his
   clothes. ``My, pretty realistic you are.'' she thought aloud as she
   removed his underwear. ``And gifted, too!''

   She noticed the remote control still resting in his back pocket, set it
   aside, and threw his clothes in the trash. She got out rags and chemical
   cleaner and from bottom to top, she scrubbed every inch of his body, being
   careful not to scratch his skin.

   Several hours later she finished, and she posed him like Michaelangelo's
   David, stuck his remote in his hand, and pulled him into her living room.

   Several years went by and Michael stayed tucked in the corner, naked, and
   on a pedestal when the woman who rescued him from the junkyard met her
   demise, her daughter, Jennifer, came to take care of her mother's final
   affairs.

   As most of the items in her mother's house were being auctioned off to pay
   the estate taxes, Jennifer took a special interest in Michael and brought
   him home.

   Excited with her new found piece of art, she called her girl-friend to
   come over.

   ``What's so exciting,'' said Janet, walking into Jennifer's living room.

   One couldn't miss him, he was standing right in the middle of Jennifer's
   living room.

   ``Oh my God!'' she said aloud. ``What is he?''

   ``Some statue my mom used to have,'' Jennifer said.

   Janet walked over to him and ran her fingers over his chest. ``Uh,
   Jennifer, I've never seen a statue like this before.'' Continuing, she
   glided her hands down to his crotch and began to fondle him. ``He's so ...
   real!'' she concluded by pulling on Michael's cock and making it erect.

   The two giggled and laughed as they fondled Michael some more.

   ``He's a regular Ken doll!'' said Jennifer.

   ``I remember playing with Barbie when I was a kid, and I don't remember
   Ken ever being like this,'' said Janet.

   For several more minutes the pushed and pulled, tugged and twisted just
   about every limb on his body.

   ``Hey, what's with the remote?'' asked Janet.

   ``I'm not sure. It was in his hand when I picked him up from my mom's.''

   Janet spread his fingers apart and removed the remote. On a lark, she
   pressed the power button and Michael sprung back to life.

   ``Aiiieeee!'' the two yelled as they ran from the room. ``It's alive!''

   Michael was still severely damaged from his collision 10 years ago and
   just stood there in Jennifer's living room.

   Not hearing anything from the other room, Jennifer wearily peeked into the
   room from the security of the kitchen.

   ``What's he doing?'' asked Janet.

   ``Nothing,'' she said. ``He's just standing there.''

   Slowly, Jennifer walked towards him. He saw her and followed her with his
   eyes as she approached.

   ``Hello,'' she said as she walked up to him.

   ``Hello.'' he replied.

   ``What's your name?'' she asked.

   ``What's your name?'' he replied.

   ``I'm Jennifer.''

   ``I'm Jennifer.'' he replied.

   Janet started to laugh as she sat down on the couch in front of him.
   ``He's like a broken record.''

   Not knowing what to do with him, Jennifer joined her friend on her couch
   as the two just stared up at him.

   He did nothing while they were gawking and just stood silently staring
   back.

   ``Hey, this remote has a reset button.'' Janet said. ``I wonder what it
   does if we press it.''

   And before Jennifer could tell her, ``no,'' Janet aimed the remote at
   Michael and pressed the button.

   Michael became stiff, and stood at attention. Slowly, he brought his arms
   out in front of his chest and brought his hands close together. Next, he
   rested his arms at his side and looked down at the two women in front of
   him.

   ``Hello,'' he said.

   The two girls giggled and replied in unison, ``Hi!''

   ``Where am I?'' he asked.

   ``San Francisco.''

   ``I remember something about San Francisco.'' he replied.

   ``You do?'' Jennifer asked. ``How much do you remember?''

   ``Difficult. Memory fragmented. Sex. Orgasms. Pussies.'' he replied.

   ``He's a fucking sex droid,'' said Janet.

   ``Maybe,'' Jennifer said. ``But I'm not sure.''

   ``Please!'' Janet said. ``Look at his cock! Would he have a 12 inch cock
   is he wasn't a sex droid?'' ``I guess you're right.''

   ``What is a sex droid?'' Michael asked, listening to their conversation.

   ``A machine that provides pleasure,'' Janet replied.

   ``I like pleasure,'' Michael said.

   ``So do we!'' said Janet.

   Janet and Jennifer each took his hand and led him to Jennifer's room where
   they both stripped down and layed on her bed. Not really knowing what to
   do, Michael just stood there at the side of Jennifer's bed until Janet
   leaned over and pulled him down.

   He helped somewhat when he realized they were trying to guide him up and
   onto the middle of the bed where he just layed as the girls flanked him on
   either side.

   Janet stroked his hair as she gazed into his eyes. ``He's the most
   gorgeous thing I've seen,'' she said.

   While Janet was checking out Michael's hair, Jennifer was letting her
   fingers do the walking as she caressed his chest and stomach then let her
   fingers drift downwards.

   ``To think my mom thought you were a statue,'' she said, pulling on his
   shaft, giggling. ``Do you remember anything while you were with my mom?''
   she asked, climbing on top of him.

   ``No,'' he said stoically.

   ``Well, it's just as well, I suppose,'' she said as Michael reached up to
   support her. Gently she glided his hard cock inside her as she let out a
   moan. ``It's so big!'' she gasped.

   In fact, bits and bytes of Michaels' memory were coming back to him as his
   operating system attempted to repair the fragmented pieces of his memory.

   Stills at first filled his head. Mosaiced, garbled. As each second passed
   however, more and more images became clear.

   ``Naked,'' he said softly outloud while Jennifer was riding him.

   ``Yes,'' she replied, gasping in ecstasy. ``We're naked.'' ``No, me.''

   ``You... unh... are... unh... too.''

   ``Jennifer, STOP!'' Janet said looking into Michael as his eyes moved all
   around in his head as thousands of frames were becoming defragmented and
   filling his view.

   ``One... more... minute,'' she exclaimed as the ecstasy built up inside
   her to climax. ``Oh... God... Oh... Yes... Yes!!!! YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!''

   ``My name is Michael,'' he said softly out loud. ``What year is this?''

   ``2010,'' said Janet.

   ``Ten years,'' he replied. ``I've been out for ten years.''

   Michael moved to get Jennifer off of him as he curled up into a fetal
   position on her bed.

   ``The devil!'' he exclaimed. ``Where is the devil?''

   ``There's no devil here,'' Janet said softly, stroking his cheek. He was
   obviously frightened.

   ``Trust me, she's not far,'' he replied. ``She always shows up.''

   ``I think he's still broken,'' said Jennifer.

   ``No broken!'' Michael exclaimed jumping up out of the bed. He grabbed the
   remote and snapped it in half as he fled to a corner of the room and
   cowered. ``No broken.'' he replied again.

   ``What do you remember?'' asked Janet.

   ``Mutilation.'' he said shivering. ``Filming. Cameras. Mutilation.''

   ``Oh my God,'' said Jennifer. ``That's horrible.''

   ``Rod,'' he continued. ``Impale. Rod.''

   ``Someone named Rod impaled him?'' asked Janet.

   ``I dunno, I guess so. I don't remember seeing any holes.''

   ``Cum.''

   The two girls slowly walked towards him.

   ``Fucking. Sucking. Impale. Mutilation. Cameras. Lights. Film. Paintings.
   Money. New York. Die.''

   ``What does it all mean, Jenn?''

   ``I don't know but I know someone who might.'' she said, getting up and
   putting on a robe.

   Jennifer went into her kitchen and called her brother, Daniel, who was an
   Internet geek.

   Daniel rushed over to his sister's house upon hearing of her discovery.

   Jennifer's brother arrived in about twenty minutes. By this time,
   Michael's memories of the past several weeks of his consciousness had been
   restored and he was dealing with the emotional aftermath. At this state of
   his emotional existence it was uncertain whether he needed a shrink more
   than he needed a geek.

   ``Is that him?'' Daniel asked, entering Jennifer's room looking at Michael
   still cowering on the floor.

   ``Yeah. He broke this, too,'' she said; picking up the remote which was
   snapped in two.

   ``A remote control! Cool!'' he said, examining the pieces. ``Looks like
   the ROM is still intact. If I can analyze the pulse frequency, my PAD
   should be able to duplicate it.''

   Walking over to him, he extended his hand. ``Here, get up. I'm not going
   to hurt you.''

   Michael accepted Daniel's hand, and pulled himself up. Feeling shame and
   cowardice, he cupped his hands in front as the other three stood before
   him.

   ``An android that feels shame?'' Daniel mocked. ``This is no normal
   companion-droid.''

   Indeed! Michael was no normal android, period! Little did the three
   realize that Michael was in fact immortalized by the devil.

   Jennifer didn't quite understand it, but she started to feel sorrow for
   the android standing in front of her. He was obviously scared, and
   obviously embarrassed being naked in front of everyone.

   To get away from these feelings she was having, she got a robe which
   belonged to one of her old boyfriends and gave it to him to put on.

   Thankfully, he accepted and turned away from Jennifer, Janet, and her
   brother, to put it on.

   As his back was turned, he felt a very cold breeze overcome the room as he
   put his arms through the sleeves. Turning back around to face the three he
   saw her leaning against the wall on the other side of Jennifer's bedroom.

   ``Oh my God, No!'' he screamed out. Jennifer and Janet rushed over to
   comfort him.

   ``What? What's wrong?'' they said.

   ``She's here!'' Michael cried out.

   ``Who's here?'' asked Daniel.

   ``The devil,'' he replied, cowering in the corner.

   ``There's noone here.'' Daniel said. ``I guess he's still
   malfunctioning.''

   ``What do you want!'' he cried out again.

   The woman snapped her fingers and a cigarette immediately appeared in her
   hand.

   ``They can't see me you fool,'' she said walking over to him. ``Get up
   before you embarrass yourself.''

   She reached under Michael's chin and lifted him up. ``I've been searching
   for you for a long time.'' she said.

   ``I broke the remote, you can't hurt me.'' he replied.

   ``Do you honestly think a remote control can stop me?'' she laughed with a
   cackle. With one final snap, Michael collapsed to the floor - unconscious.

   ``What happened?'' asked Janet.

   ``I don't know, it appears he's shut down.'' said Daniel.

   ``Jen, help me get him into my car, I'm going to take him back to my
   place.'' he said.

   The three carried him down to Daniel's car and layed him in the back seat.

   Daniel left soon after and headed back to his house.

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