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Subject: {ASSM} (RP) [11/12] Pact with The Devil (ASFR, MF, MM, cons, mc, nc, scifi)
Date: Sat, 29 Dec 2001 17:10:05 -0500
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                                   Chapter 11
                                  Disassembly

   Christine's sadistic treatments of Michael were garnering the attention of
   Theresa. You see, Theresa was Michael's, or rather Martin's, guardian
   angel.

   As it turned out, Christine wasn't the Devil, per se, but was a fallen
   angel who had succumbed to Lucifer's wilds. Her sadist treatments of
   others affected her all throughout her life, and afterlife. It's amazing
   how she got into Heaven to begin with.

   A few weeks passed, and Christine stopped by Daniel's home to check on
   Michael and how he was doing.

   He was layed flat on a large workbench with fluorescent shop lights
   suspended from the ceiling.

   He was completely disassembled; his head detached from his neck and chest,
   the upper part of his skull and face removed, revealing two white orbs
   which are his eyes, directly above two rows of perfect teeth, bathed in a
   sea of servos and circuitry underneath.

   All around flesh colored panels set stacked neatly and arranged. Michael's
   endoskeleton was arranged, like an archaeologist examining an ancient
   skeleton, it's bright, shiny, aluminum rods, bundles and bundles of
   multi-colored wires, and tubes neatly in place.

   Each limb was detached, as well as each joint. Some limbs and joints used
   eletromagnetic servos to provide motion, mainly in the outer extremities;
   while other limbs relied on hydraulic pressure to provide strength and
   lift.

   Michael was created purely as a machine. Christine didn't try to duplicate
   human organs or bodily systems in him like others had tried to do with
   androids in the past, and had hopelessly failed. No, in fact Michael was
   the perfect machine. Operating at 99% energy efficiency, and giving off
   less than 1% in waste energy, the human body didn't even attain such
   goals.

   Three months had passed since Michael collapsed that fateful day in
   Jennifer's apartment and she had stopped by her brother's house to see how
   he was going.

   When she walked downstairs into his basement, which was actually an old
   nuclear fallout shelter, she was surprised at just how many parts there
   was to him.

   ``How's it going, bro?'' she asked as she entered the room.

   ``Pretty good! I think I found out where the problem was,'' he said,
   peering over a circuit board with a magnifying light.

   Jennifer roamed about the room as her brother worked. She picked up
   Michael's head, which at this point looked more like a prop from a movie
   than a person's head, and examined it.

   Like a medical student nervously playing with a skeleton, she gently
   pulled his lower jaw down and pushed it back up. A faint whirr could be
   heard as the gears spun the servos.

   ``He looked so real,'' she thought out loud.

   ``Whoever designed him wanted him to pass for being human,'' Daniel said.
   ``This technology, the microservos, are unlike anything I've ever seen or
   read about.''

   ``Oh my God,'' she said, embarrassingly noticing Michael's genitals laying
   flat on the table between the two rods which made up his legs.

   ``What?'' her brother replied wondering what she was remarking about.
   ``Oh, as if I could only be so lucky,'' he said looking at his sister
   carefully examining Michael's privates.

   ``His balls actually move!'' she said giggling.

   ``Of course they do.''

   ``Well, I hadn't noticed the last time I saw him.''

   ``So what makes him hard?''

   ``Huh?'' her brother replied, preoccupied.

   ``You know, erect. What makes him erect?''

   ``Honestly, I haven't paid too much attention to his cock and balls these
   past months but I assume it's like human men, hydraulic.''

   ``Oh, whatever that means.''

   She walked over to the table where her brother was working and stood
   against the wall watching. Nervously, and unconsciously, she placed the
   head of Michael's cock in her mouth and started licking and sucking on it.

   Several minutes ensued while her brother had the circuit board attached to
   an oscilloscope and logic probe when he looked up and saw what his sister
   was doing. ``Having fun?'' he asked her.

   She just cocked an eyebrow and gave him a puzzled look.

   ``You're giving him head, but he can't appreciate it yet.''

   ``Oh!'' she said giggling as she pulled Michael's cock away from her
   mouth. ``I didn't even realize it.''

   ``Uh huh.''

   Daniel had finished what he was working and inserted the circuit board
   back into Michael's head while Jennifer lay his genitals back where she
   found them.

   ``Grab me those wires, will 'ya?'' he asked, pointing to two black and red
   wires coming from a variable transformer at the end of the table. Daniel
   connected the alligator clips to the corresponding wires protruding from
   the base of Michael's skull.

   ``Cross your fingers,'' he said. ``Not sure how much voltage he takes so
   I'm going to play it safe.'' He flipped the switch to the transformer and
   set it to 12v DC.

   Several seconds passed and nothing happened.

   ``Did you fry it?'' his sister asked.

   ``Nah, undervoltage is a lot less damaging than overvoltage.'' Daniel
   flipped another switch which set the transformer to 24v DC, and
   immediately the gyroscope in the middle of Michael's head started to spin
   at a very fast RPM.

   ``I think we got it,'' he said, resting Michael's head on two blocks.

   Several more seconds passed and the servos behind Michael's eyes twitched.

   ``What happened?'' he said, his jaw and teeth moving slightly open.

   Jennifer couldn't help but bust out laughing at the sight of Michael
   moving his eyes about. He looked like a bad ventriloquist's dummy.

   ``What's so funny?'' Michael replied sternly.

   ``Let me show you,'' she said, reaching into her purse to pull out her
   makeup mirror.

   She positioned it in front of his face and he said nothing for a few
   minutes as he peered at his reflection in the mirror. ``I look hideous,''
   he finally replied. ``This explains why I can't see my nose.''

   His nose wasn't there, but two tiny inlets just under his eyes.

   ``Killing power,'' Daniel said reaching over to flip the switch. Before
   Michael could ask him to stop, everything went blank, and he became
   lifeless.

   ``Why'd you do that?'' asked Jennifer.

   ``I've discovered something interesting,'' her brother replied. ``This is
   no ordinary android. Of course, I said that already, but really. This
   guy's got a soul and personality.''

   Jennifer crouched down next to her brother to look at the screen he was
   working on.

   ``See all this code?'' he said. ``This is his personality. Every nuance,
   every trait, machine coded. There's got to be gigabytes worth of code
   here.''

   ``Cool. So what's all it mean?''

   ``It means he's the most advanced android in existence. Probably from the
   government or something.''

   Jennifer left to go to the gym and workout. Her brother continued fiddling
   with the display, and when finished, proceeded to reattach Michael's head
   and pieced him back together. ``So many wires!'' he thought out loud to
   himself as he screwed the base of his head onto the neck mount.

   Limb by limb he re-attached to his endoskeleton. Fortunately for Daniel,
   most of his wires, cables, and tubes were mated.

   It took him a full eight hours to reattach all the limbs and wires, and he
   hadn't even started on the exterior covers yet.

   Reaching for his PAD, he loaded the emulation program for the remote
   control and tapped the Power button displayed on the screen.

   Instantaneously motors started to whirr within him, LEDs flashed
   throughout his head, chest, and torso, and servos started to whirr.
   ``Clickity-klak! Whirr! Beep! Beep! Beep!'' emanated from within him as
   system after system powered up.

   Michael twitched and became motionless as the servos and actuators
   continued to function.

   ``Michael,'' Daniel asked.

   ``Yes?'' he replied. Depressed.

   ``Can you move?''

   ``I didn't realize you had put me back together.'' he said.
   ``Clickity-klak! Whirr! Vrrrrrrm!'' as more servos engaged. ``Whoosh!''
   his body sounded as his hydraulics became primed.

   He sat up.

   Looking down at himself, he could see the aluminum rods, and hordes of
   cables and wires running throughout him. ``I guess you didn't put me
   entirely back together,'' he said.

   ``I wanted to get you this far and see if I had everything right,'' Daniel
   replied.

   ``Yeah, I think so.''

   ``Good, stay here. I've got to get some sleep.''

   And with that, Daniel left the bunker and went inside his house and
   collapsed.

   Michael spent the rest of the evening piecing himself back together by
   applying the exo-panels across his body.

   When he finished, he looked at himself in the mirror and saw the same,
   familiar face.

   As he turned back around to find something to wear, appearing in a cloudy,
   white light was someone he hadn't seen before.

   ``Who are you?'' he asked.

   ``I'm Theresa, your guardian angel.''

   He stood there for a moment and didn't move. Thoughts and emotions ran
   through his head.

   ``But,'' he stammered to say.

   ``Rather, I'm Martin's guardian angel.''

   ``I used to be Martin,'' he replied, bowing his head in sorrow.

   ``I know. And I know what you did, too.'' she said softly.

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