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Subject: {ASSM} Tales of the X-23: AriaX By ElSol {3/3}
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Part 00000011

TWENTY-FIVE YEARS LATER:

I stood in front of the wooden box waiting for my oldest son, Matthew.  
Elizabeth, my wife, had argued against my decision until an hour before.
Those were her words, 'your decision'. I capitulated to her wishes and
told her I would ship the X-23 back. She gave me a look of betrayal and
stomped out of the kitchen.

I had broken our compromise of silence. It was my role to let her argue
against these types of things, and move forward with what she knew was
best but could not publicly support.

She did not like the idea of Matthew at fourteen years old receiving what
most people thought of as an expensive sex toy. For my children, I broke
the compromise; they might mistake her position for disapproval and limit
the potential benefit of having an X-23 in their lives.

Elizabeth was my wife; I loved her, but these were my children. She was
even angrier when I did not stop preparing to ship back the X-23 until she
admitted her honest opinion on the issue.

"Dad," Matthew said from behind me.

I turned around and smiled at him.

"Mom said you wanted to talk to me," he said quietly with his face showing
the slightest bit of guilt.

I raised an eyebrow but decided not to investigate any minor infractions
he might have committed. Matthew was too intelligent to get into real
trouble; or at least, his interests were too intellectual to cause major
catastrophes. Robert, and worse the combination of Robert and his little
sister, was a completely different story.

Matthew looked past me when I stepped to the side. His breath caught as he
saw the logo on the box. He was very close to my mother, and knew more
about the X-23 program than most people.

"Fark!" he exclaimed.

His eyes widened and he covered his mouth with a hand.

"It's okay," I said with a wide smile. "Your mom and grandmothers pretend
they don't use those words. If I had known what was inside one of these
boxes twenty-five years ago, I would have said a lot worse."

I wondered if the women knew I used their 'hard' stances to play the good
guy with the children.

"Is that really a..." he started to ask but gulped.

"An X-23," I said pulling the black card out of my pocket.

His eyes tracked the card as I placed it on the corresponding black strip.
The box opened and we watched as my son's X-23 came into view.

I snickered thinking that the planets did not orbit far from the sun. My
son's fem-bot had the same physical characteristics as Elizabeth: blonde,
blue-eyed, and curvy. The X-23 could have easily passed for Elizabeth's
first cousin, if not her sister.

I held the card out to Matthew and got a glimpse of what he would look
like the first time that I let him take the hovercar out on his own.

"You know what to do, right?" I asked him seriously.

"I've read ALL the manuals," he said without looking at me.

I laughed; at his age, I had porn depots, my son had fem-bot manuals. He
probably had already guessed that we used his design templates for the
X-23's appearance.

I stared at his X-23 remembering when they took away AriaX's physical form
after she transitioned her programming to CP. It was the day that
Elizabeth told me she was pregnant with Matthew.

My hand tousled my son's hair as I walked past him out of the garage.

Elizabeth was waiting in the kitchen for me. She stared out the window
towards the garage with her lips pressed tightly together.

"I still don't..." she said but pounded her fist against the counter.

"Would you be happy if he turned out like I did?" I asked her suddenly.

She bit her lip and gave me a quick nod.

"Do you believe AriaX had nothing to do with making me the man I am?" I
asked.

"They're going to shutdown the Central Processor," she said turning away
from the sink and walking to the opposite side of the kitchen.

I walked to the sink and stared out the window. Alexis, my six-year-old
daughter, was heading towards the garage with a serious look on her face.
She spent most of her waking hours running between her older brothers to
see which one was having the most fun without her. Since she was always
with one of them, it made keeping up with her easier on her mom and me.

"They will not shut off my brother," I said with surety.

"The Party finally has the votes, Michael," she told me nervously.

Elizabeth was always unsure of herself when discussing her Party's
intentions towards the X-23 program.

The Feminist Front had changed their common moniker to the Party years
before. They thought it made voting for them more palatable to men.

I turned and stared at her.

"You have the votes today, Elizabeth," I told her. "You will not have them
tomorrow morning."

Elizabeth was an upwardly mobile member of the Feminist Front; the fact
she was married to one of the 'cursed' X-23 males was something her
party-mates said they did not hold against her.

"What do you mean?" she asked stepping towards me.

"Those in power decided to create new life, Elizabeth," I said continuing
to stare at her. "It's not enough for your political allies to walk away
from it now; they want to destroy it. Every X-23 male stands united in the
belief that shutting off CP is murder. We will not allow it."

"There is nothing you can do about it," she insisted.

Her eyes flashed when I laughed.

"It's not funny, Michael!"

"The Party has never had to deal with hostilities," I told her. "They've
grown arrogant in their unchallenged power; arrogant enough to think
killing someone is not an act of war."

"Michael," she said with a shake of her head. "You're taking this too
seriously."

"When were you going to tell me you stopped taking the Shot?" I asked her
tilting my head.

"How do you know that?" she asked taking a step back.

I winked at her.

"Did that electronic monster you call a brother tell you?" she asked
raising her voice.

"Come on, Elizabeth," I teased. "My wife visits the doctor that helped
bring my three children into the world and I'm not going to notice?"

"You broke into her records!" she declared in a shocked voice.

"I've told you many times to stop thinking of my being inside of CP the
way the Party wants you to," I said with a sigh. "I don't have to break
into anything, baby. Inside of CP, I am the data streams; there are no
secrets."

She pounded the wall next to her and gave me a hard look. I wish AriaX had
not convinced her to deal with stress by learning martial arts; it made
things tough on the appliances and walls.

She smirked and waved the minor argument aside.

"Matthew, Robert, and Alexis," she counted off. "Two boys and a girl; you
always said that was unbalanced."

"And today is the perfect day," I said with a soft smile.

"One of my babies is taking his first steps away from me," she said with a
tear falling down her cheek. "It's not a bad day to bring a new one into
our lives."

"Another little girl crawling after her big brothers," I said with a
laugh.

"Or maybe a baby boy!" she said expressing her hopes.

"Alexis will think every day is Christmas," I told her.

"God!" she said rolling her eyes. "A brother that stays where she puts
him!"

"First one to the bedroom gets bottom!" I announced.

She was out of the room before I blinked.

I turned to stare out the window; no one had come out of the garage yet.
We had locked Matthew out of the new manuals so he was in for some
surprises. I confirmed with CP that my son was becoming acquainted with
the biggest of those surprises.

I smiled and walked up the stairs to my bedroom.

Elizabeth was already lying naked on the bed. She turned her eyes on me
and enjoyed the sight of me undressing.

"Nooo!" she gasped when I grabbed her legs and spread them open.

I latched onto her clit and sucked while licking it. She screamed in
surprise and arched her back painfully.

"Gaaah!" she exhaled as the waves of pleasure assaulted her.

It was not long before her flavor changed, deepening with her orgasm. I
kept up my oral manipulations until she pushed at my head as her body went
into sensory overload.

"That was evil!" she whispered kissing me when I moved up her body.

"An orgasm makes a woman's body a more receptive environment for her
lover's seed," I said scientifically.

"So what's your excuse for all those orgasms when we're not trying to make
a baby?"

"It makes you more pliable," I said jokingly.

"Beast!" she said digging her nails into my back. "Well, ply away! Ply
away!"

I kissed her neck and let my body move into the natural alignment.

"I love you," she whispered as I penetrated into her.

"I love you," I whispered back when I was fully inside of her.

Later, Elizabeth putting my hand on her stomach woke me up.

"Done," she told me.

"It's not biologically possible for you to know yet," I said with a smile.

"Men pay too much attention to biology, Michael," she answered.

"Biology is very important to us," I defended.

"Big tits are what's important to you," she replied smacking my forearms.

"Biological imperatives are difficult to overcome," I said sorrowfully.
"Big breasts equal well-fed babies."

"I've known the second each of our children was conceived," she said
softly. "This one is a boy."

I stared at her and shrugged. She had guessed correctly with each of our
children.

"You're telling our daughter!" she said closing her eyes.

I groaned; Alexis was going to be skipping on clouds when she found out.

				
						-----


I stepped out of the bedroom after Elizabeth fell asleep. CP gave me the
X-23's physical location. I walked down the steps to the second floor of
the house and approached my daughter's room.

"Daddy!" she exclaimed when I opened the door.

She ran into my arms and I picked her up.

"Daddy, I have a new friend," she whispered into my ear.

"Really?" I said in exuberant surprise.

"She said her name is AriaX," she told me pointing towards the X-23.

"I met her a very long time ago," I told my baby girl.

"Hello, Michael," AriaX said coming to stand by us.

"Welcome back, AriaX," I said gently.

"She didn't look like that when Matthew was talking to her," Alexis told
me. "She changed in the garage. I like her better like this; yellow hair
is kucky, except for Mommy's. She has pretty eyes like mine; blue eyes are
kucky too, except for Mommy's. I have to share AriaX with Matthew, Daddy!"

The last was accompanied by a pout I was too familiar with.

"She belongs to Matthew," I said kissing her forehead.

"No, she doesn't!" she answered forcefully. "AriaX explained it to us.
GlendaX is Matthew's; she's the one with the ugly blonde hair and blue
eyes. AriaX is MY friend: my most special, secret friend. She told me any
time she was with me she would look like this; she would only look like
GlendaX when she's with Matthew. Isn't AriaX MOOOORE pretty than GlendaX,
Daddy?"

She reached out to her new friend before I could answer and AriaX took her
from my arms. They pressed their cheeks together and smiled at me. Alexis
took after my mother so AriaX and her looked more like mother and daughter
than Elizabeth and Alexis did.

I gave my daughter's cheeks a kiss each and watched AriaX put her to bed.
I nearly laughed at how much easier it was for her to do it than me. I
leaned against the door as AriaX sang Alexis to sleep.

I stepped out of the room and leaned against the banister.

"She's beautiful," AriaX said putting her hand on the small of my back.
"The most beautiful little girl in the whole world."

"You sound like her mother," I whispered.

"And like her father," she replied.

I nodded slowly. The silence stretched out long enough that Elizabeth
would have been uncomfortable, but AriaX let it go on as long as I needed
before she spoke again.

"You're not cheating Matthew," she reassured me. "You know what his
profile says; he doesn't need GlendaX like you needed me. He had his
mother and grandmothers all of his life. Not to mention, a very good
father! Matthew would have thought it strange if he didn't have to share
his X-23 with Alexis; she has done an excellent job of teaching her
brothers how to share all of their toys with her. After his first sexual
encounter with GlendaX, he immediately started talking about what you want
to accomplish with Alexis."

"Aria," my wife said in a stunned voice from the top of the stairs.

AriaX and I turned to face her.

"Hello, Elizabeth," AriaX said in an excited voice.

CP had told me there would be changes in my X-23; there was an added depth
to her human emotional mimicry.

"Aria!" my wife exclaimed again and ran down the steps.

The robot, that after fourteen years Elizabeth still called her best
friend, met her at the bottom. I turned around to give them what privacy I
could.

"I missed you much!" Elizabeth whispered with tears in her voice.

I met my wife in her freshman, my senior, year of high school. By then, I
had gotten used to girls making the decision that I was the safe choice
for their first sexual partner. Elizabeth took it to an extreme and
decided within three seconds of meeting me that I was the best choice for
the rest of her life. She did not let me know that for a few years, and I
was convinced the entire time that she was just using me to get closer to
AriaX.

"You're different, Aria," my wife said from behind me.

"Being inside of CP is like flying in an angel's embrace, my love," AriaX
said. "I've grown...I..."

There were a few more minutes of silence.

"I saw the physical specs for Matthew's fem-bot," Elizabeth said confused.
"There was only one X-23 ordered, and she didn't look like you. How are
you doing this?"

"A.E." AriaX told her.

"Michael," Elizabeth said awed. "You did it."

I turned around and studied AriaX.

"Adaptive Exterior," I said not able to keep the proud tone out of my
voice. "Nowhere near the accomplishment of my mother with CP or even the
X-23s, but..."

I shrugged.

"It's incredible," Elizabeth said taking a step back from AriaX and
studying her.

"As long as the mass and frame are about the same, A.E. will allow an X-23
to look like anyone," AriaX said. "And you know what it's like for Michael
and Matthew."

AriaX put her hand on top of her head and extended it to the top of
Elizabeth's pointing out that they were the same height. My wife laughed
gently, and shook her head at me. Elizabeth had different coloring then my
mother, but the similarities were hard to miss.

"And Robert is heading in that direction too!" Elizabeth told AriaX.

"It certainly makes things easier," AriaX pointed out. "With your
mother-in-law's new programming, GlendaX and I fit in the same brain. I'll
even be able to hop into Robert's X-23 when he's old enough."

"That's not the question I really wanted to ask," Elizabeth said in a
voice hardening with confidence.

From the beginning of their friendship, AriaX had made my wife a stronger
person.

"How can you be out here, Aria?" Elizabeth asked. "You need to be inside
of the Central Processor for Michael to link."

"Communion," I said softly.

"Oh My God!" Elizabeth said turning wide eyes at me.

"Every First and Second Gen X-23 male has achieved it," I told her. "So
you see, baby, I'm not taking your Party's decision to shutdown CP too
seriously. It's a death sentence for any of us that succeeded in the X-23
program goals."

"You'll splinter the Party!" Elizabeth gasped.

AriaX walked to my side and smiled at my wife.

"The Party calls X-23 males 'cursed'," AriaX said softly. "But they're
really your dirty, little secret. Nearly every X-23 male of age is married
to a powerful, and successful woman; how many of the Party matrons have an
X-23 as a 'robot maid' with a teenage son in the house?"

"It takes a hard woman to vote for the death of her husband, her
brother...her son," I said. "Shutting down CP after Communion is ordering
our deaths; the program directors knew it all along. The Party knew it
too."

"There are no sons of Party members that could have achieved Communion,
Michael," Elizabeth defended. "You haven't had enough time."

"Every Generation takes less time to Communion, Elizabeth. All of the
Third Gen is at the final stage before Communion, some of the Fourth have
advanced that far also," I said. "My mother was feeding Matthew her
theories and knowledge in his grav-crib. He's going to insist on getting
his LINKS implanted by the end of the month; he'll achieve Communion
before he leaves high school. It's going to take that long to move what CP
handles to other systems. If you vote for the shutdown, you will be
killing our son."

"All of you planned this!" Elizabeth accused. "No one told us you had
reached Communion!"

"He did tell you, Elizabeth," AriaX said before I could speak. "You
wouldn't listen; none of you would listen. He is the data streams! You've
been in love with an X-23 male for years, how could you have
misinterpreted that?"

"You knew what was being planned for the Central Processor before I told
you?" Elizabeth asked me ignoring AriaX's question. "The Party couldn't
hide it from any of you, could we?"

"I didn't need the data streams to know what you planned," I said
patiently.

Her brow furrowed in question.

"You started calling him the Central Processor," I told her "You never did
that before; whatever you might think, by that time it was already too
late. Your Party is twenty years too late. There was no planning needed,
Elizabeth, all of you had blinders on."

"Blinders?" she asked me.

"What do you really think of your Party's plan?" I asked her seriously.

"It's farking insane!" she spat out angrily. "CP has made so much
possible. There is a year's delay to get processing time with him. We need
another one, and these rigid, conservative idiots who haven't let go of a
political defeat want to kill him. They don't farking care what's best for
all of us!"

She leaned back against the wall and sighed.

"You're telling the rest tonight, aren't you?" Elizabeth asked me. "This
same conversation is being had with all of the wives, sisters, and
mothers."

"It's a perfect day, Elizabeth," I said. "In ways, you don't even know
yet."

"You're going to win," she said without looking at me. "You'll shatter
Party unity, and give the opposition the weapon they've needed all these
years. As soon as the public finds out that shutting down CP will kill
thousands of X-23 males, the Party will be crucified. Some of the matrons
had to know you achieved Communion, and we were all told after that point
shutting down CP would kill you. We'll never recover if it gets out that
the matrons who knew were planning a mass murder. They planned to kill my
husband!"

"The Feminist Front used to be a liberal party," I said gently. "Maybe it
can become one again."

"Some of the Party members won't go down without a fight, Michael,"
Elizabeth said worriedly.

"That has been planned for," I assured her with a tight smile.
"Information is power, and we are the data streams. It would be better if
they went quietly, but we are prepared to do whatever is necessary."

Silence ruled us, until Elizabeth pursed her lips. She looked at AriaX
with a raised eyebrow. I almost laughed at her quick recovery;
subconsciously, she must have been planning for this day.

"Power does abhor a vacuum," AriaX said brightly. "The Party will need
some strong, new leadership to survive this foolishness."

Elizabeth's smile was the same as my children's on Christmas morning.

"I need to talk to Aria, Michael," my wife told me. "Could you give us
some time alone in the bedroom?"

"She is your best friend, baby," I replied. "It's been a long time since
the two of you talked; take all the time you need."

They walked hand in hand up the stairs and into the master bedroom. I had
to smile at their whispering.

I opened my daughter's bedroom door and stepped inside. I looked down at
her sleeping face in a ritual I repeated every night.

*She is the most beautiful little girl in the world.*

After Communion, CP says things WITH an X-23 male instead of to him; his
words are nearly indistinguishable from our thoughts.

"You're supposed to be objective about these type of things, little
brother," I whispered.

*She is to be the first.*

I nodded brushing my daughter's cheek with my fingertips.

*Then she is the most beautiful little girl in the world.*

I chuckled at his logic.

*Will it be different, brother?*

I marveled that no one had considered a father would find a way to give
his daughter everything he gave his sons, even Communion.

I gave two of my children an X-23 in the garage: GlendaX to Matthew, and
AriaX to Alexis.

"A woman gave you birth, CP," I said softly. "But that's nothing like
having one inside you."

*I cannot wait.*

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