The Year 3000...

Ooc: Well... I suppose it makes sense, although a little far fetched. Nothing a little imagination couldn't handle.


Gary woke up. Early dawn was there, the sun not quite up, was threatening on the eastern horizon. Barely a half hour before the sun would show itself. Gary stretched.
He rolled out of the blanket, standing up. Fog had clung to the nearby fields like a blanket. A yawn escaped him. Not a lot of sleep last night, but enough for another day. He rolled up his gear, and set them on the bike.
He couldn't leave just yet. Gary didn't feel safe leaving with the mist rising above the hiway. The last thing he needed was an accident. The last time he check, 911 was still out of order.
Gary looked further down the gravel road. A house stood out among the fog. There might be some supplies there. Maybe even a well, warm bottled water wasn't exactly a delicacy in this day and age.
The Honda roared to life.
 
As Jeri and Reese began talking, Matt lost interest and leaped over to the window. He sat, crouching on the ledge, looking out over what was once New York.

He turned back around and looked towards Jeri once more. "So Jeri, can myself and the Captain stay here tonight or what?"
 
Captain Reese:

"You can be a bit nicer,if its in your programing and i told you to call me james not captain thats my rank not my name,"i said when the machine spoke again. I laid the whole story out ,matt,MJ-01, my being cryogenicly frozen.
"And,matt were are intruding here,"isaid and waited for Jeri to say something.....
 
Jeri Jacobs...

creepy_ghost said:
"So Jeri, can myself and the Captain stay here tonight or what?"

Grumbling under her breath, Jeri said, "Suit yourself. Just don't make a mess of the place." With that, she gathered up her weaponry and ammo from the day's find and headed down a long hall to her bedroom. Once on the other side of the door, she locked it and settled in for a nap.
 
He walked up to the house. A sudden image of dead bodies inside made him stop. He shook his head, as much as this feeled like a plague ridden post apocylipitc world, it wasn't. There was no one inside that house.
Gary opened the door. It was empty, he called out once. No one, his cry echoed before falling short. He quickly went to the kitchen. The refridgerator was partially opened, and an awful smell krept out. He held his nose, looking inside. there was a jug of milk that held yellowish liquid inside. There were other things, but he couldn't figure out what they were, he didn't want to figure it out either.
There was nothing in there he could use. Gary moved over to the sink, turning it on. To his surprise water came out. He quickly grabbed a cup and took a drink. It was cold and refreshing. He emptied the cup, and got seconds.
Gary reahed inside his knapsack. He took three emtpy bottles, and filled them up. The well must use a generator. He might find it outside, but he didn't care about that too much. Now he needed some food.
Nothing perishable, anything like that would already be rotten and gone. He needed canned goods. Gary looked in the cabinets. Mushroom soup? Well, it wasn't lobster, but it would get him through another few days. Gary took them, a few cans of clam chowder, and some Noodles in a cup. It would last him until the next big town anyway.
Gary left the house, hopping onto his bike. The fog was now lifted, and it was time to go. Gary started up the honda, and rode down the path.
Life was good.
 
Jeri had gone down the hallway and Matt couldn't stop thinking about her. His mind searched for a solution but he felt the only way to cure his curiosity was to go and see Jeri.

Captain Reese had sat down on the couch, still watching Matt as he looked out the window. Suddenly, Matt turned towards Reese and spoke. "Someone is here."

"Huh?" Reese hopped to his feet and picked up his gun.

"My radar is picking some activity up downstairs... tell you what, you go down the stairs and look around. I'll go out this window and look around near the entrance."

Not needing to hear anything else, Reese ran down the stairs. Matt didn't go out the window however, he simply smiled. His raders hadn't picked anyone up... he justed wanted to get rid of Reese for a short bit.

With this done, he headed towards the bedroom which Jeri had entered. Using his special ultra-vision, he decided to look through the door and walls to see what Jeri was up to.
 
Captain Reese:


I grabbed my gun and headed down to checkout the activity Matt mentioned.I noticed a man,kinda ragged out lookin scavenging through the trash down there.

"Hold it right there," i commanded,pointing my gun in his direction.

I couldnt be lieve it another survivor.

But i had a bad feeling about him......
 
Reese:


Wait i thought i shouldnt have left them alone up there. that machines intentions might not be honorable.


So i headed back up forgetting who id een....
 
Jeri Jacobs...

creepy_ghost said:
Using his special ultra-vision, he decided to look through the door and walls to see what Jeri was up to.


Jeri couldn't take her mind off of, Matt, as he called himself? He looked so real...so human...to her. She couldn't believe that such a handsome and charming man could in fact be a machine. There was something about him, she noticed right away, that shone with true human emotion. How was that possible? She was very confused by him, yet...

No. Quickly Jeri put that through out of her mind. He was, after all, still a machine. It simply had been too long since she enjoyed the touch of a man. Jeri rolled over on her side, facing away from the door, and closed her eyes. Soon she would be absorbed with slumber. Tomorrow was a new day.

As sleep quickly overcame her body, visions of Matt filled her head. She was unaware that her naked back was visible where the blanket had fallen down and rested on the bed...

[Edited by Tiggs on 12-12-2000 at 03:31 PM]
 
Reese:

"very fuckin funny,sending me see a corpse,Matt," I said gun drawn again."If you dont mind ill stand watch as well,"i said.I was starting to like him before that.
I see what he was doing, he was gonna try to make a move on jeri and honestly i could do nothing about it.....
 
A small town of Ogunquit, Maine. He had never been there, but he had read about it. Gary took out the book, yes sure enough this was the place. He never thought it was real.
Leave it to Stephen King to make it real. Gary looked around. Everything was beautiful, just the way he had described it. A short town, only two or three blocks, with a huge park in the middle.
Gary looked over, a police station. Just what he needed. A few guns, some ammunition. He didn't want to use it on anyone, just for protection, and maybe shoot a nice deer. He had deer once, when his father shot one, a few years ago. It was the most delicious meat he had ever had. HE wouldn't mind that a little in the future.
He opened the door. Three shotguns hung on the right wall. The handles shone brightly from the sun coming in. Gary grabbed one, leaning down to take an appropiate box of shells.
There was an old revolver in one of the drawers. It was loaded, and a box of bullets was beside it. Gary smiled, it was a plentiful bounty. He put it all in his knapsack, except for the shotgun, which he put on using the strap, and left.
The air outside smelled beautiful. He had forgotten how stuffy it could get inside one place. Gary let the breeze tickle his nose and cheek a minute, before walking back over to the park.
Sitting beside a small waterfall he opened a can of chili. The last supplies from his home. He only had a few days worth of provisions from the house. It would last until the next town though. All he had to do was stick to the main roads, he would never grow hungry.
Gary laid out the map. Where could he go from here? In Maine, if a person wanted to go anywhere, it was usually south. South to the other states, maybe to find more people still alive, and still normal like him.
Gary went to grab for the can of chili when his hand settled on the book again. The Stand. It suddenly hit him.
"Harold Lauder!" He screamed, getting up and laughing for joy. Harold Lauder was the kid from Ogunquit Maine, who took Frannie Goldsmith to.... to....
"Shit, where did they go?"
He opened the book, turning towards the middle. He needed to find out where they went. It wasn't exactly an educated guess, but he had to go somewhere.
"Stovington..."
He looked at the page again. Stovington Vermont. The Disease Control Center. That's where Harold took Frannie, thats where he went. Gary screamed again. This was great, he finally had a place to go.
He finished the chili, and packed up everything. He was heading for Stovington Vermont. Gary looked back at the park, wondering if he had forgotten something...
Then he saw it. The old barn sticking out of a clump of trees. It's red side glimmered back at him, as if telling him something. Gary nodded.
He wasn't done in Ogunquit just yet.
 
Matt caught a peek of Jeri's backside completly nude as she rolled over. He felt something stirring within in, something he'd never felt before. When he first saw Jeri, he felt lust... but now, he was experiancing something human men feel so often -- he was getting turned on.

When MJ-01 was built, he was built to be superior to the human race. He can feel anything a human can, but due to the fact that he was constantly at war, he never had the time to experiment with these things. Since he was built to look like a human, he was made to look as human as possible on the exterior -- everything including genitals. Since he was set to be superior to humans however, he did so even in size, measuring in at 10 inches.

Reese returned and Matt had return to the main room, joining Reese. Matt, seeing no other way to get rid of Reese for at least a short bit, waited for the Captain to turn away. As soon as he did, Matt released a dart that painlessly hit Reese in the back of the hit. Within seconds, Captain Reese fell to the floor, falling into sleep. He'd stay this way for at least 2 hours and wake up with the impression that he had simply fallen asleep.

With this done, Matt walked down the hallway heading towards Jeri's bedroom. He opened the door using his lock system. A small keycard slid out of his middle finger, and it moved inside the card slot. It would decode the system and adjust the card to to correct code... seconds later, the door was open. Quietly, Matt stepped inside...

[Edited by creepy_ghost on 12-14-2000 at 10:57 AM]
 
Ooc: ahh, the old drugging of the other person so the 50 year old robot can score... works every time.


Gary rode along the freeway. Occasionally an accident, or a car jam would make him go off road for a while, but otherwise the place was his. He didn't mind taking the bike up to 85, plowing down the freeway in good confidence.
Motorcycles were less dangerous when no one else was on the road. Gary chuckled, even the truth hurts.
Another pile of cars appeard up ahead. He slowed down, applying the brakes lightly. There was a crash, but also a few cars piled up behind. Gary saw that one of them was a brand new porsche. His mouth dropped slightly. It looked in mint condition. He couldn't help but stop the Honda, and admire it.
Gary saw it was in the back. No one was inside, and the keys were in it. He smiled, getting off of the bike. Gary got inside the car, and started it up. Nothing.
No, he forgot, it had been forever since this car was even seen by a human being. The battery must be long dead by now.
Gary got out. He closed the door, sadly. His bike was still waiting, the engine on idle. Gary got on, and rode off.
There were still some miles to take before dark.
 
OOC:

Um, Mr. Ghost...? The door was locked babe. ;) But that's okay... I shall wait for you to start the new scene, then I shall follow.
 
Reese:


OOC:Nice one creepy ghost.


IC:One minute im standing guard and the next im out cold on the floor.

My dreams were rocked by the faces of the dead,the people the machine slaughtered.

I woke unexpectedly not knowing how long i was out.I looked out Into pitch black and decided it was the perfect time to scavenge.I snuck out unheard and hotwired a car parked out front.I headed to the Military complex I was being held at to arm myself with heavier weaponry.And to locate my family or what was left of them....
 
(OOC: Hehe... sorry, my mistake there. I corrected my previous post, so continue from that.)
 
OOC:

Dude...I'm sleeping here! Are you gonna make a move or do I need to wake up now?!?!? ;)
 
(OOC: Well, I thought you would take the initiative and wake up... but all right.)

Getting closer to Jeri's bed, Matt watched the young woman in awe. Slowly and quietly, he ran his hand across her face, down over her shoulder and all the way down to her exposed buttocks. He stopped there and simply gazed at her tight ass when he suddenly noticed Jeri stirring, as if she was about to awake.
 
Gary aimed the gun at the robot.
"Freeze asshole."
He cocked back the hammer, hoping he would make the mistake of moving. Gary was right. The damned thing moved.
"You will never steal our earth women!!"
He yelled triumphantly, and unloaded the gun into it. The plastic milk jug tore open. Gary jumped for joy, for the first time he had hit the target with all six bullets.
Gary walked up to the milk jug, cocking the hammer one last time.
"I know what you are thinking punk, did he fire six times, or seven. Well, do you feel lucky, do you?"
He pulled the trigger, it dry fired. Gary dropped the revolver, swung around his shotgun and fired. The milk jug disappeared, and was replaced by plastic confetti.
"And Gary saves the day again, the women adore him, the men respect him. Isn't there anything this boy wonder can't do?"
Gary looked around the empty car lot. A rest station that had long since been forgotten. Weeds and witch grass grew rampant along where sidewalks used to be. He sighed, losing the once proud smile he wore.
For the first time in his life, loneliness hit him. He didn't have a friend, or a companion to join him on this tour. After his parents died, his pet Cocoa was still with him, but that was over. He had no friends.
That wasn't exactly true. Gary reached into his knapsack, pulling out The Stand. Stu Redman, Larry Underwood, Frannie Goldsmith, Nick Andros, those were his friends. Their adventures, their laughter, their sadness, that was his too.
Gary put the book away. He reloaded the guns, feeling he had enough practice for one day. The revolver back in the knapsack, and the shotgun over one shoulder. He felt like some renegade outlaw, just waiting for someone to cross him.
"Make my day..." he said, in a harsh voice, and then laughed hysterically. He finished off a bottle of well water, it was still cold despite a long trip in his knapsack.
The sun was going down, but he didn't want to spend the night here. If someone had heard those shots, they might be this way, besides it was too close to the road. He needed a more secure place to camp. Gary rode the Honda out of there.
A sign on the interstate said that the Maine state line wasn't far off. He would spend one last night in Maine, and then never see it again. Gary didn't want to go back there, it was time to move on.
 
Jeri Jacobs...

Even as she lifted from her sleep, Jeri felt like she was dreaming. There was a handsome, strong looking man standing above her bed...looking down at her. He smiled at her, and she smiled back. Her body was twisted so that she remained on her left side, mostly, but was on her back enough that she didn't cause great strain to her neck.

"Yes?" she asked, still a bit dazed. "How did you get in here?"
 
Reese:

I removed 6 shotguns 4 m-16's 12 handguns and a proto type weapon they had been working on along with enough ammo to fight off an army.I headed towards the ruins of my home....
 
"Sssshhh..." Matt moved his finger over his mouth, signaling for Jeri to be quiet. He took her hand and motioned for her to stand up... she did just that. She simply stood there completly nude, obviously having slept that way.

Matt looked Jeri over again and again, staring at her body with amazement. Jeri's eyes, meanwhile, were following Matt's... she was fascinated by this machine.

Matt took his hand and pressed it against Jeri's cheek, getting closer to her... their faces now only centimeters apart. Staring into each other's eyes, Matt moved forward and placed his lips against Jeri's, kissing her.
 
Jeri Jacobs...

Jeri kissed Matt back. She was surprised by the soft flesh of his lips. She thought...well, she didn't know what she expected really...but she had an idea floating around in the back of her head that she could feel the metal of his body directly under the faux flesh. Surprised, she was wrong.

Her arms moved up to his broad shoulders in a tender embrace. She was surprised to feel muscle-not metal-under his flesh there. It was as if he was a man...with a computer chip in his skull? Well, maybe not that, but something like that.

Matt's arms went around her slender waist, just above her curvy hips. He clasped his hands together at the small of her back, like one who was praying would do. His arms felt strong against her body. Jeri leaned into him. It had been so long since she had felt a man's tender touch.

She looked into his eyes. For a moment she wondered if they were glass-or something like that. They, too, looked so real. They sparkled as the looked at her. Could this be? Could she be falling for a...a...machine?
 
Matt was hit with an overflow with emotions, but he managed to comprehend them all and control them. Love, lust, excitament...

Matt took a step back from Jeri, he could tell she was fascinated by how he seemed to be so human. "Deep down underneath this flesh there is machinery... but deep down beyond that machinery is a heart. Even though it may not be human, I feel... exactly what you feel and I think I... want you."

Jeri, unsure how to react, didn't say a word... Matt continued.

"Every part of me is flesh... even..." without finishing the sentence, Matt unzipped his pants. His cock emerged, hard as a rock as Jeri laid her eyes upon it with a look of pure shock. Perhaps because she was amazed that he was that well equipped, or perhaps because it stood at 10 inches long.
 
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