Alison



        My stories are just sketches, I give you the outline so you can
fill in the rest. Some time I implied something about the existance of
other planets. When I think I'm boring you with my story I'll spin you
a yarn about that.

        The first world discovered to have humanoid life was orbiting
Smith's star around one hundred and neinteen light years away. The people
on this planet greeted their first interstellar visitors with reservation.
Their society had gently settled into a neinteen fifty's atmosphere.
Complete with Chevys and Diners. The people of this world are happy and live
in peace. They insisted in believing that the Space Corps ambasados that they
had met were from another planet in their solar system instead of one of the
distant stars (it would just be too far). To the great supprise of the
visitors from Earth these people, inspired by the visit, started a space
program. Within three years they had successfully built a vessile capable of
interplanitary travel. Since then the Space Corps has keept the notable
science academys of this planet under close survailence. Technologically these
people are un-inspired, but scientifically they are unparalelled! They seem to
have a natural logic, curiosity, and intuition that contrasts with their
general satisfaction with their lifestyles. A complete record of the
information and knowlege is available in the Database on Smith's Star in the
library node of the Centeral Computer. (many of these scientific achievements
are the direct cause of many of Earth's latest technological advancements.)

        James was a sailor. His ship had made good time on its run from
Southampton to Athens. His captain decided to park the tall ship out in the
Ageis so the crew could enjoy the warm waters.
        James had quite capacious lungs. He could dive to neintey feet (on
a good day). The Agean Sea, a geologically active body of water was home
to many sunken cities and other artifacts.
        In the cold deapths of the sea. Rays of light filtered from the
partly clowded sky into the water. Amid the ruins James discovered a large
bronze disk. It seemed to plug the bottom of the sea. James, facinated by
the find, rushed back to the surface to tell his shipmates about his
discovery.
        The captain decided to salvage the relic. He ordered the ship's
wooden crane lowered over the side. The crew worked for an hour lifting
the heavy bronze disk out of the water. After much effort the ancient cover
was lifted out of the water and onto the deck of the ship. The lid was
big enough to cover an average sized room.
        "I think this is the legendary plug that held the water in the
ocean." The first mate said.
        "There was never such a plug! If there were such a plug it would
be much deeper. Besides do you see any water rushing out?" The captain
corrected.
        "No." said the first mate.
        "I looks like the cover of an egyptian tomb." The Exectutive officer
observed.
        "We are hundereds of miles from Egypt. I think thse charictors are
greek. It could be the door to a vault, prehaps it covered something
important."
        "Like what?"
        "It could be a treasure. We should have james go down in the bell
to find out." The first mate sujested.
        "Make it so." The captain ordered.

        The diving bell is a marvel of eightenth century technology.

        James sat on a small plank held below the center of the iorn
contraption. The only way he had of communicating with the surface was a
lever to his left. By pulling it he could pull the rope and thusly signal
his crew to stop the bell as he neared the bottom. To return to the surface
he could eather just alow himself to float to the surface or pull the lever
twice quickly and be pulled up in a hurry.
        To maximize his time on the bottom he was lowered quickly. As the bell
descended the water rose as the air was compressed. A cloud obscured the sun
as James entered the void that had been concealed by the bronze artifact.
        By the dim candlelight James could make out a shape. James picked it
up. He couldn't tell what it was. It was heavy, metalic, and cylindrical.
James shivered in the cold.
        Just as he was about to take his find back to the diving bell when
he was stopped by a female voice. "Leave from this place before I kill you."
James was far more intrigued by this than afraid. How could a voice so soft
and clear reach him through the cold and murky water. Just as he sought to
contrive a method of returning the call by asking who confronted him the
voice returned. "Please leave, I beg you. You must go." The voice sounded
pleading and tired.
        The cloud was passing and more could be seen of the hole. James
could see a pale object around the height of the average person. 'Why
must I go?' James asked. "I am evil! I am the most accursed thing you will
ever meet. Go while you are still clean." The voice cracked and sounded more
gruff than before.
        James could now discern that he was looking at a face. Strange it
seemed to drift with the water instead of being teathered to anything solid.
"How are you cursed?" The withered voice answered. "My curse is for two
thousand years to live in the most indescribable agony staring at my
decomposing body killed by the poison of fifty blades."
        The dim sun, now unobstructed, showed the wretched head of a woman
once beautifull teathered by a chain to the floor of the toomb. The bones
of the woman's body lay on the bottom. The head was bloated and diseased from
the years it had spent under the water. It slowly rocked back and forth
propelled by the force of the freezing watter. It spoke again in an ancient
voice "I hurt. my body hurts. My head hurts. My teeth hurt. My nose hurts.
Soon I will be at peace. Leave me."
        'What's wrong with your nose? it looks okay to me.' The head glared
with hatred at James as he examined it's nose . The jesture exposed the head's
rotted teeth. The water seemed to chill to the bone.
        James was running out of breath. He dropped the metal cylinder.
'No. You're coming with me.' The head screamed in agony as James pulled the
bronze hook from the head's spine. The scream transmitted the head's pain
into jame's mind. His body was filled with pain. It was almost more than
he could handle. He remembered back to when his ship had been attacked by
pirates and he had to jump from his burning ship. Gosh that hurt. He could
take this. After a short time the head seemed to run out of energy and it
fell asleep. It didn't seem dead, just sleeping. James hurried back to the
bell.
        One more trip and he retrieved the metal cylender. Back to the
surface he went.

        The next planet discovered around Fred's star (these names are all
completely generic) This planet is in the process of recovering from a
socialist hell (like in 1984). The social and economic system is completely
perverted. A person would travel to an airport in an animal drawn carrage. The
phsychology of these people is so confused from a long history of doublethink
that they can barely function. The space corps Ambasadors were so confused
by what these people called logic that they gave up trying to have a
meaningfull relationship. An embasy is keept open not for the sake of
diplomacy but in order to warn Earth if the people on this planet ever get it
streight.

        The crew was revolted by James' acquisition. This gave James an idea
(uh oh). He decided to use it as a security device to keep the rest of the
crew away from his meager possessions. The metal cylender, having no appearent
use or pourpose was thrown into the balast.
        Later that day. The head appeared waterloged instead of rotted. James
inspected it closely. It was toothless, it's eyes looked faded, they hinted
that they might at one time have been green. The hair was thin and yellowish.
It was late and James went to bed.
        The next day he awoke. The head was still there but it had changed.
He picked it up. It was heavier. It was growing a new neck! James would have
to leave to work his shift in a few minitues. He decided to leave the head
in his cloth hamock.
        The schooner was underweigh again and on its way to Athins. The
wind was good and the seas mild. They would arrived at dusk. After docking
the captain granted everybody shoreleave for the next two days while the
ship is reloaded and restocked.
        When James came back to his bunk he discovered that the neck of the
head had grown again. It was now about the height of the average person's
body (head to tail) And it was slowly growing wider as ribs and the buds
of arms and legs fromed. It's skin was becoming smother and younger. It's
mouth was slightly open and James could see the buds of new teeth. It's hair
was growing a thick jet black.
        James didn't know what to make of this. When you loose you'r head
you'r supposed to die! right? This person however looks like she's on her way
to a full recovery. Maybe not.
        James decided to report this to the ship's surgeon. Doc didn't want
to believe what James was trying to tell him. Fortunately he decided to humor
him and take a look. He was astonished by what he saw. He brought the woman
into the infirmary. James was happy just to get the chance to visit the
officer's quarters. (much better then the folk'sil) The doc promised that he
would keep an eye on her.
        The doctor was amazed at this most profound discovery. Progress was
obvious every day. After a fourtnight she seemed to be whole again. The doctor
decided to try to wake her. He sent for the captain, the constable, and James.
Her body was covered by the bedcloths James couldn't tell much about her
figure. The doctor spoke softly in her ear. She stired. Her eyes opened
suddenly. Those who were not shocked by how quickly her eyes opened were
shocked by their emerald green color. She sat bolt upright. Her eyes scaned
the room fevorishly. beads of sweat appeared on her brow. She seemed to get
herself under controll. Then, more carefully, she pulled the covers aside and
pivoted herself out of bed. The constable was the only person who was taller
than she. She was firmly built. Her thick, smooth, and powerfull thighs almost
brushed against each other. Her breasts were almost the bigest any of the men
had ever seen on a fit and trim woman (they only stood out four inches above
her pecks but remember: this is the eighteenth century.) Her skin was
certainly the fairest any of the men had ever seen. There wasn't a blemish to
be found. She stared at each of the people in the room. Her gaze fell uppon
James. James heard her voice agian but her lips were not speaking.
        'YOU! WHY DID YOU MAKE ME LIVE!" It was more of an exclaimation.
than a question. James could see the hate in her eyes.
        "Why aren't you talking normally?" James asked.
        'I speak a diferent language, you wouldn't understand me. You must
bring my  'computer' to me.'
        "What is a computer?"
        'It is made out of metal. Do you have it with you?'
        "Yes." James answered not wanting to reveal that it had been put in
the balast.
        'bring it up to me.'
        James excused himself from the bewildered captain and brought back
the device. A small square appeared on one end of the featureless device.
the strange woman withdrew a small rod about one half the diameter of your
fifth finger. 'I was kept alive by the Devil's Device.' She looked at her
featureless stomach. A bulge appeared where her bellybutton should have been.
It formed itself into a rectangular piece of the same metal as the cylender.
After incerting the tiny rod into the strange object she handed it to James.
'Now I can die.'
        "I won't let you."
        The other men in the room were becoming increasingly alarmed by this
one sided conversation.
        James turned to them. "She says that she wants to kill herself."
        "No we won't let you do it." The captain said decicively.
        She turned to them. 'You don't understand. When I was young I was
one of the 'Pristesses of Astrite' I was forced to copitulate every day for
the pleasure of the city's elders. When the Romans invaded they burnt and
looted the city. I was raped, used as a galey slave, and cursed to bear a
propetual torture. I can't bear to live again!'
        The captain was startled by this method of communication. He sat down
to weigh the options. Behind the Captain was the surgeon's scalpils. The
strange woman moved tworads them. The constable tried to move in to stop her.
With one thick hand she through him agianst the wall. She grabbed the knife
and with one quick motion she slit her own throat. This time she was dead for
good.
        That night, in his hamock, James was toying with the metal rectangle.
He looked at the strange object from every angle. If he was to judge it as
a piece of iornwork he would say he had never seen it's match. The object was
smooth and rounded with a polish that he could see his reflection in. What a
treasure! The ship creaked. He hid it under his shirt. Whatever it was the
warmth of his body seemed to activate it. The device grabbed hold of his
fleash and pulled itself inside leaving no trace of its existance. He could
swear he flet it rummaging around in his guts. He didn't know how to explain
to his shipmates that he had stolen this lump of metal that had burried itself
somehow inside his fleash. Instead he tried to remain still and get some sleep
and forget the whole thing. Sleep came sooner than he expected.

        When he awoke the next morning he felt so comfotable. Like floating
in warm still water. He felt so good that he didn't even want to open his
eyes. He tried to remember the last time he felt this good. He couldn't.
Something was wrong though. The cabin was silent save for the waves. That's
impossible. During the day there is always shouthing "I need fifty feet of
three braid line!" and during the night there was the snoring. James opened
his eyes. All he could see from this vantage was the celing. He had stared
at it many times before while he was trying to go to sleep in rough water.
His vision had always been a little week (20/50). But this time he could
see the beams in exquisit detail (like jumping from MCGA to SVGA). He lifted
his head so he could look at the rest of the compartment. When he turned his
clothes chafed against his fleash in a way they never had before. His
normally baggy pants fit snugly around his hips. Most of the crew was
standing around his hamock staring at him.
        "James... What happened to you?"
        "What are you talking about..." His voice sounded strangely feminine.
He cleared his throat and continued in his normal masculine voice. "I feel
better than I have in my entire life..." He was about to jump out of his
hamock and prove it to them when he took a look at himself. He wasn't a he
anymore. He jumped out of his hamock and onto his feet and snatched his shirt
off of its peg. It was a little too small for his broad powerfull sholders.
(I'm gonna call him a he because that what he still is at heart.) His new
feminine body was identical to the one that had killed itself yesterday.
If that woman wasn't already dead James would have killed her first thing.
        "So who will you favor first?" a rather rowdy crewmember asked.
        James' anger was instantly transfered to this person. He punched
this man squarely in the gut *HARD*. The man fell to the ground clutching his
stomach ghasping for air. The rest of the crew backed off.
        Just then the captain came down to find out why his crew hadn't
reported for morning mess. His eyes first scanned the writhing crewmember.
He was being eaten alive by the acids released from his burst apendix. The
rest of the crew (James included) reflexively lined up and stood at
attention. "Who is responsible for this?" The captain demanded. The entire
crew put on their best pokerfaces. "I will not tolerate fighting among us.
Within days we will be rounding The Cape of Good Hope. The seas run high
this time of year. In the Indian Ocean we will be threatened by pirates who
operate from the innumerable islands along our route. We must work as a team."
The surgeon arrived only in time to pronounce the injured crewmate dead.
        The captain asked the surgeon if it was a knife wound. It wasn't, the
captain would have dificulty charging anybody with a crime (strange that such a
wound would be fatal). "Report to duity!" The crew filed out of the
compartment.
        James was amazed that his altered physical state had gone unoticed.
The captain's vision must be as week as James' was. That means that James
would have to face the captain about his situation himself. Something he
wasn't quite prepared to do.
        Meals were served on the deck in fair weather. Out of habit he took
his food. The cook noticed but decided that he wanted to see this new woman
some more so he said nothing. James started to eat his food. It suddenly
occoured to him that he wasn't in the slightest bit hungry. He decided to
set it aside. Another thought crossed his mind. He hasn't visited the head
in ten hours. He didn't need to eather. But he went anyway.
        In the W/C he dropped his pants. He discovered that he was most
definitely a female. He felt the area. It felt soooo strange. Good in a way.
He may get used to this. If he had to. He was interupted by a gruff voice
and a pounding on the door. "Hurry it up in there!"
        "Keep your shirt on." He said. He was pleased that the spirit that
had done this to him had left him his masculine voice.
        His position on the rotation dictated that was to keep the jib
trimmed. Normally he would require assistance to draw the line. Everybody was
still keeping their distances. He looked at the line. In a fair breeze it
could pull up to a hundred pounds. He gave it an exparemental tug. He was
pleased to find he could pull it easily. The wonderfull thing about working at
sea is that you can easily get lost in the splendor of so much water. He would
have to talk to the captain. He tested his female voice again. By diner
(lunch) he had achieved a reasonable proficiency with this voice. It was both
natural to his new body but it sounded alien to his ears.
        He went streight to the captain's quarters. James knocked.
        "Come!."
        The captain was sitting at his desk eating his lunch. He seemed to
be paying more attention to the book he was reading than his visitor.
(he was near sighted) "So what brings you here?" He asked without looking up.
        "Captain I have a problem." James said in his natural female voice.
        "Which is?"
        James was not prepared for that answer. "Well you see, I'm a woman."
        "Do you mean a stow away?"
        "No I am a member of your crew."
        The captain looked up. "I never hired any women, bad luck you know."
        "Yes. But I'm not supposed to be a woman."
        The captain squinted trying to get a better look at his visitor.
"How could that be?"
        "I'm not sure. Yesterday I was a man, James."
        "You mean James, the one who found that living head?" the captain said
incredulously.
        James looked down feeling ashamed of his situation.
        Grasping the extent of the perdicament The captain leaned back
and watched the ship's wake for a moment. "I suppose it wouldn't be sutible
for you to sleep with the crew anymore... You can use that bunk over there."
        "Thank you for letting me use your quarters."
        "Have that metal cylender brought to my quarters, I want to keep it
under lock and key. Can't take chances."
        "I'll do it myself, if you'll give me leave."
        "Please do."
        Ten minitues later the cylender was secured in a sturdy trunk. The
captain keept the key.
        The captain turned to James. "So what am I going to do with you?"
        "Kill me. Get it over quick."
        "Nah. I've already lost two too many people on this trip already.
I won't let you die too."
        "What am I going to do?"
        "I think you should try and find out what you now are."
        "I'm a woman! Isn't that clear."
        "Not at all. Your body may be female but you still have the spirit of
a man. You must choose. You can continue to live like a man or learn to live
like a woman."
        James fell hevily into one of the chairs around the officer's mess
table. "I need a drink."
        "I agree." The captain pulled a bottle out of a cabinet. "Too good
profits!"
        "Too good profits!" The drink tasted different but still palatable.
"Good drink. How much do you think you will make off of this voyage?"
        "About twenty thousand."
        James gaged. "Thousand? that means that the crew gets less than three
tenths of a precent each!"
        "Keeps overhead down. I do have to feed you and keep the ship in good
repair..."
        "Geez."
        After the night's meal the captain came up to James. "I saw you take
a closer look at my first officer. Methinks you're taking a likeing to him."
        "I don't want to think about it."
        "Why not? It's only natural."
        "natural Right. Uh huh. Sure."
        "You probably stand a good chance with him."
        "No. I won't do it."
        "It's your choice. Please don't limit your own options."
        "Hpmf."
        "Get some rest."
        Several days later James was jolted back to conciousness by some
unknown force. James looked around and thought he had only been asleep for
a mere twenty minitues. The captain was picking at the scraps of a long
finished dinner. James felt completely rested so he got up and sat down
at the table.
        "How'd you do that?" the captain asked.
        "Do what?" James was begining to get used to his new voice.
        "You've been sleeping like Rip Van Winkel for the last three days
without stiring once!"
        "What? I only went to bed about an hour ago."
        "Aren't you hungry?"
        "No. I havent' even used the head since I got this body."
        "I hate you."
        "Good."
        "I was wondering. That green eyed woman was able to talk directly
to my head. Can you do the same?"
        "Let me try." James said. What the captain recieved was garbled
and barely inteligable. 'I don't think I can do this.'
        "Yes you can! All you need is practice!"
        Over the next two weeks James engaged in a variety of activities.
He continued his job rotation around the ship. In the evenings he studied
the captain's books. He already had the equivelent of a sixth grade
education. He was astonished by how easily he was able to understand and
remember the texts of the books. He soon discovered how to read minds as well
as project his thoughts (fun). He became more and more satisfied with his new
body. He couldn't find any real fault with it.
        The only note of discord between James and the crew was that James
not only didn't have to eat, He refused to eat! This more than anything else
irked the crew of the ship to high hell.
        And then the pirates came. In the middle of the night the ship was
stormed. Armys of brigands swarmed around the ship killing anyone who
resisted. When they discovered James who was trying to defend the Captain's
quarters with a parade sword. Lust immediately filled their eyes.
        James was outnumbered and outguned. The rest of the night was
a living hell. In the morning he was taken back to the pirate's ship and
bound hand and foot to the ship's mast. The pirate ship was a decrepit wreck
(some pirates keep a very tight ship, this wasn't one of them.) James was
amazed to find it still afloat. James was violated again and again. It was
even more horible because he could feel their perverse minds. Even in the mind
of the captain (who happened to be a woman) he could sense a mixture of envy,
hate, and lust (she was a homo too.) That evening he was finally able to wear
the ropes down by chafeing them against the mast. He wanted to rip the
captain's face off. He marched by the drunken guard. Through the short passage
to the Captain's qurarters. He then shouldered the door down. stormed the
quarters. The captain was awake. She pulled a twin bareled flintlock pistol
on him.
        "Not so fast missy."
        James ignored the threat. The captain opened fire. The first round
ripped through James' shoulder. After a short pause the second ripped a hole
where the captin thought his heart to be. James still wanted to rip her face
off. Unfortunately the second round did more dammage than he could take. He
fell to the floor in mid lunge. That night the captain had her way with
his feminine body.
        In the morning she realized with horror that his wounds were
actually healing! She ordered the wooden bust of the godess who watches the
seas removed from the bow of the ship and James put in its place.
        The sight that James awoke to scared him to the core. He had read
a little about military tactics and he knew that what the captain of the
vessle was about to do is the stupidest thing concieved. A ship of the
french navy had succeded in tracking down this little band of pirates. The
pirate captain had decided to order a ram. The French ship had two decks
above water, ten guns each. This maneauver is known as crossing the 'T'
because the ship forming the virtical member almost never survived, a true
suicide maneauver. And James was on the fucking goddamn bow! James' mind
rushed back to the captain 'What the fuck are you doing!'
        'I'm gonna ram em and send em streight to the bottom.'
        'Please take me off the bow so I can at least have a chance to
survive.'
        'You would wish.' The captain's thought came through more like a
chuckle.
        Just then the French vessle opened fire. The last thing James
remembered was a horrible pain the side of his head and the water rushing
towards his face.

        This next world is the strangest of all. Near Plato's star was a
planet of temperate climate. It was first thought to be uninhabited but soon
a small population of naked humanoids were found. When an ambasador was sent
to try to make contact he discovered that they had no discernable language. And
seemed to have a great desire to reproduce. That ambasador was killed soon
with six other members of the tribe that he was satying with. An investigation
revealed that they had been hunted sparatically by a pack of animals. They
would have been killed off centuries ago but for the development of incredible
mental powers that they used to hold the attackers at bay, while they were
awake that is. At night the killing continued but the losses were bearable
and by rapid multiplication they were able to maintain their numbers. Of
course the (all wise) Space Corps had to kill off all the beasts. Five years
later their numbers were rebounding. A second amabasador was sent. This
ambasador was a telepath. He found that the people had no language whatsoever.
Yet they had begun to wear clothes resembeling those of the previous ambasador.
None of the outfits was a complete duplicate of the ambasador's but rather an
adaptation to suit the fancies of the people. Seeing that they could light a
fire by just pointing their finger at a stack of wood he decided it would be
unwise to teach them language. But he couldn't ignore his own comfort. He
constructed a small house with the materials beamed down from the ship. He
awoke the next day to find that the other people were also constructing
structures. They were strange. They would be completely impractical for anyone
but themselves to use. For example: The baths that they were constructing
consisted of a square tower that rose about fifty feet into the air. On top
was a shower stall with a roof of stone. The only way a normal person could
get up there was by carefully climbing the outer surface that had randomly
placed square indentations. Such an ascent was made impracticable by the
water constantly running down the surface. The public latrine was similar.
The user of this facility would have to lower himself eight feet when entering
and levitate eight feet to return to the surface. Of course the inhabitants
did such things with ease. The amazed ambasador wandered the newly constructed
streets for hours discovering the new things being built. A young and foolish
looking woman came up and decided that he would look better in a house. Just
by pointing walls and a roof formed around the ambasador. The entire structure
seemed to be made out of a single block of stone The door was only an engraving
on the wall. The window was blocked by a thick stone lattice. The woman who had
constructed the abode walked in THROUGH the door to inspect her work. Satisfied
she quickly turned and left. by melting through one of the walls. The ambasador
had no means of contacting his ship. The ship was far beyond his telepathy. He
tried to comunicate his problem to the inhabitants of the planet to no avail.
He only succeded in frightening them away. He died of thirst three days later.
        Another five years went by. The orbiting satelites detected no major
changes in the society since the rash of housebuilding. Then some nitwit
back at Space Corps Comand decided to send a team to discover wheather these
beings could be tought to read and wright. They randomly selected a person
from the planet. Beamed him up. and started to give him some schooling. Within
a month he was able to pass a literacy test. After two he had earned the
equivelant of a doctorate. (remember that this was a grown man from the start
and all the basic learning had already been achieved, all that he was tought
were the symbols.) Then the crew made the worst mistake of all and returned
him to his planet.
        Five years later the next Space Corps expedition discovered that by
introducing a language they had created a civilization. The people were very
benign. An ambasador was sent. (by necesity, such a powerfull race must be
controlled.) The ambasador was treated well. He was quite a curiosity though,
someone who couldn't seem to reach beyond his own hand. Fortunately for
Earth's sake he was able to get one of them (their leader hopefully) to sign
a non agression treaty with Earth.

        Alison was a robot. Not a very smart one at that. The person who
designed her was a digital aficionado. Digital also means serial. Although
she had eight processors tyring to work in paralell it still wasn't nearly
as good as a good analog processor. She felt this most when she looked at
a room filled with objects. Of the maybe hundreds of objects her brain was
barely powerfull enough to precieve three or four. This meant that she
couldn't interact directly with more than two people at a time. She was
very excited about the plans in the works to build a centeral computer.
It would most definitely improve the functionality of individual robots and
make them cheaper for the public. (her IQ was about 80)
        Robots are expensive. Only the most wealthy individuals, companies,
universities, and the government could afford them. Alison was even more
expensive than most because she fit into the elete group of 'sentient' robots.
Alison could think but barely. Maybe with better programing and and analog
sensory devices she maybe could be improved in that regard but not much.
She was designated as a blue science robot. Assigned to profesor Harold on a
ship in the Indian Ocean on a underwater palentological and mineral prospecting
expedition. Harold would go down in the sub. Dig up some fosils, and return
them to the ship to be examined by Alison and the rest of the team. Alison
was most usefull in this because she had instant access to the university
database and within minitues identify even the most obscure species.
        Alison was moderately weathertight. She was waiting for the sub to
return so she could begin working on the next batch. When the sub returned
this time it was laden not with rocks but with ods and ends from some
shipwreck. Alison cringed. This wasn't the first time that Harold had indulged
himself in a little treasure hunting. In the specimine bins he had several
trunks and various other maratime parafinalia. What cought Alison's
attention next was what appeared to be a human figure cradled in the sub's
robotic arms. The cranes mooved out to lift the sub out of the water. Alison
was horified to see that it was indeed a woman. Reflexively Alison switched
to infrared to check for life. Her temperature was about fourty three
degrees. The temperature of the ocean floor. She was dead. Had to be. She
couldn't have been down for more than a day or so. She must have drowned
there wasn't any sign of physical trauma on her. Alison hated to see humans
hurt (part of her programing). The sub was finally lifted onto the deck.
        A thought poped into Alison's head. 'Isn't it coustom to leave dead
people where they lie in shipwrecks.'
        Harold finally poped the hatch and hopped down to the deck. (the
sub operated on normal presure, no decompression time would be needed).
"Gentelmen we have a mistery here. This woman was tied to the front of
a ship that is at least three hundred years old. I think her to be at least
as old as the ship. The only reason that I can come up with for why she isn't
decomposed is that she isn't even dead but in a state of suspended animation.
I would like to try to revive her."
        A crewmember who had medical training went up and examined the naked
woman. "Incredible! I think you may be right. She should wake up if we can
renormalize her temperature and give her a jolt of smelling salts."
        A streatcher was brought out and the woman was brought into the cabin
of the ship. They used the mess table as a make-shift medical bed. They used
a blanket folded over twice to protect her from the cold stainless steel
table. They took about every area heater on the boat and placed them around
her. Every few inutes they would check her skin to make sure it wasn't
getting too hot.
        "I don't think its gonna happen." A skeptical crewmember said.
        "Just give her a chance." Harold said.
        Just then the woman began coughing up water. Her lungs must have been
completely saturated with water.
        "See!" Harold said smugly.
        "No way! We didn't even have to preform CPR!"
        After a few minitues she stopped coughing and began breathing
steadily. She was asleep. Harold tried to wake her. Her brown eyes opened
momentarily they stared at Harold for a few moments then she seemed to drift
back off to sleep. Harold decided to let her rest. "Alison, stay here and
keep an eye on her. The rest of you come with me. I want each of the trunks
searched for clues relating to why she is still alive."
        The search turned up a metal cylender. (the pirates had looted that
too) "What the fuck?" Harold exclaimed. "Look at this. It appears to be a
fibre optic data port. What the hell is this doing on a three hundred year
old shipwreck?"
        "Dunno, Maybe we could ask Alison to plug into it and find out."
        "Do you think it would still work?"
        The crewmember shruged.
        "Alright Let's do it. Go relieve Alison and tell her to met me in
the workshop."
        The workshop was devoted to the maintnance of Alison and the ship.
There was equipment stacked on shelves for diagnosing and repairing any
glitch that may come up in Alison's hardware. It also was where she went
to recharge.
        "Alison, I want you to try to attempt to connect to and analyze this
device we recovered from the shipwreck."
        Alison went over to a parts bin, removed a length of fibre optic cable
inserted it in the recepticle on the side of her torso. She attached the other
end to the terminal on the device. "Testing hydrogen spectra... Conection
established. Analysing..."
        Henery was amazed that Alison's protocalls were able to comunicate
with the device.
        "This appears to be a technical database, and seed facility."
        "What is a seed facility?"
        "It is designed that when it is activated in a sutible location it
will generate a colony of living beings."
        Harold was astonished. This must be some sort of alien device! It must
have been salvaged by the crew of the sunken vessle. That person on the table
in the messhall must be eather one of the 'colonists' or one of the crew
of the sunken vessle turned into a colonist. "See if you can find and talk
to our guest through this device."
        "Initiating alnalog link..." Alison found three protocalls: controll
(where the computer would controll the body.) mutual, (where both the
computer and the living mind would share the processing load.) and command.
(where the body would command functions as you would from your computer.)
Alison decided mutual mode would be the most efficient. "Error: missing
sensory integration program for remote body. I will attempt to patch it with
my own program."
        The processor status light on Alison's robotic body went dark.
        "Alison." Harold prompted. the robot didn't respond. "Oh my god. She
must have picked up a virus from the coputer..." Alison was dead. The robot
would still be functional though. Harold just have to whipe it's memory bank
and download a new program. He took a second look at the status panel. Wait
a minitue! The data transfer light was shining brightly. 'What the fuck is
this!...' "Holy shit!"
        "Pardon me?" Samantha interjected.
        "Oh sorry, I have a theory, lets go to the mess hall."
        Alison opened her eyes for the first time in her ten years. She
sat up and looked around. She was siting on the table in the mess hall. When
she had ordered the program copy the computer must have interpreted that as
a request for a complete transfer of data and functions. The first thing she
noticed was everything. The mess hall was beautifull. She could see so much!
'I should preform a diagnostic test.' Alison began by standing testing balance
and motor controll. There wasn't any concrete feedback but she could see that
everything was working as it should. Next she tested mental functions. 'Uh oh
I don't have a link to the University databank anymore! I should be able to
reconfigure the fibre optic port for that task.' She came across a sea of
technical information describing in detail the funcitons of her body. She
would have to sort that out later. The only other thing of note was that her
colors were blond and brown (hair and eyes respectively) the only problem with
that was that her designation was blue... Alison corrected these settings.
        The crewman who was assigned to watch The body that Alison now owns
had fallen asleep. (or passed out. That was a contraband flask in his hand.
wasn't it?)
        Harold came into the room. "Alison?"
        Alison thought she was making a sund just as she always had but it
came across telepathicly 'Yes?'
        Harold's mind reeled from the force of the unexpected and powerfull
telepathic contact. 'She's a telepath too! This has just right now gone too
far. Digging up a the body of a woman three hundred years old was enough. My
robot deciding to copy itself int her mind was streatching it. Telepatic
abilitys are just too much! I've got it I'll just delegate the responsiblility
to someone else while I go and do something else.' "Samantha., It looks like
I was right about Alison being copied into this body. This is giving me a
headache can you see to Alison's needs?"
        Samantha gave the nude figue a glance. "Shouldn't we try to put her
back where she belongs?"
        "That depends wheather she wants to go back. I don't think she does.
You'll also need to teach her how to speak with her mouth."
        "Alright I'll get on it."
        "Thanks."
        Alison truly dwarfed Samantha. Samantha was 5'3" at one hundred ten.
Alison weigh at least twice that heavy. Alison was built like a robot. Even in
flesh she still looked like the woman of steel (her knickname on the ship
had been the 'Iron Maiden'.) "Alright Alison come with me." Out in the hall
Smantha decided that the first thing to do would be to get Alison some
clothes. She stoped by Jeff's quarters to 'borow' a shirt. because she knew
That none of hers would even remotely fit. "Put this on."
        Samantha was startled by the voice in her head. 'I'm sorry madame but
I've never done that before, please show me how it is done.' Could she read
minds too, is she? Best to teach her how to speak first.
        Alison was shown how to put the shirt on. In samantha's quarters
Samantha tried to find a bra, pants and shoes. The shoes she had to borow
from Jeff. The pants just wouldn't fit. She had to take one of her old scruffy
work uniforms and cut the legs off so it would fit like a bikini. Even then
it took some sewing to get it to fit properly. The bra was hopeless. Even at
only four inches thick her breasts were twice Samantha's (sigh).
        'I think I might be able to help you with that.'
        'She is reading my mind! STOP IT!' "I want you to try to speak like
a human.'
        'But robots don't speak like humans.'
        "Well there has been a mix up and you are a human now. You should
learn to talk like one."
        After about fifteen minitues of teaching Alison was able to speak
coherantly. It was strange though, she seemed to have a bit of a British
accent (vulgar variety not the aristacratic type like you would expect form
a king or a duke.)
        "Now what did you mean by saying that you were able to help me with
that."
        "Madame, I heard you thinking about how you thought your breasts
weren't full like mine. I can't see why you would want to make such a useless
appendage any bigger than it already is. But if you wish it so it is my duity
to comply."
        Samantha was intrigued. She really didn't want boobs like the mythical
people depicted at acotto's legendary ftp, she just wanted to be a little more
rounded and her wonderbra wasn't doing the job. She wouln't get implants
though because she didn't like the idea of a foreign object in her body. "Could you make
mine as big as yours?"
        "Yes I think so. What shape do you want them to be?"
        "What shapes can you do."
        "There are three basic shapes, spherical, each breast would occupy
neinty degrees of the arc from the center of the body. saging, Each breast
would occupy fourty five degrees of the arc from the center of the body.
and irregular. the breast would grow to fill the specified volume while
mantaining the specified diameter."
        "Spherical sounds good."
        Alison held out her left arm. A metalic substance encased it. It was
featureless except for the end which had the appearance of a robotic tool
mounting (like the robotic arm depicted by the creaters of Star Trek the N.G.
for the Borg). A strange looking device materialzied at the end of the arm.
The only thing for sure was that it was designed to attach to the niple.
Samantha uncovered herself. "I will begin with your right breast. I will
pause after each increment. Please tell me when you are satisfied. Then I will
bring the left up to the same size as the right. Are you ready?"
        "Yes."
        Alison attached the device. It felt to Samantha like someone was
inserting several needles into her fleash. It didn't hurt but it was strange
nevertheless. After another moment the device was ready to begin it's work.
The breast became numb. If Alison jumped to the pree-programed size one
Samantha would be carying a pair of eight inch globes on her for the rest
of her life. Instead Alison ordered the device to add a small amount of volume
to the existing breast. Samantha giggled. She couldn't feel the breast
directly but the pulling tickled a little. Alison paused and then continued.
Samantha's breast was filling out yet it would still take another shot to get
to Alison's size. Samantha knew that she should ask Alison to stop soon,
she really didn't want to become some overbusted bimbo like on the talk shows,
but the novelty of being able to watch yourself grow right before your eyes
was enchanting in a way. When she finally got herself to call it off her
right breast was six inches in diameter. Alison then did her left breast.
Once done the device on the end of Alison's arm dematerialized.
        Samantha pulled her shirt on. It fit but it was a streach. "You
are to sleep on that bunk in my quarters from now on. I have to go to dinner
now. Please stay here."
        "Madame, I have some work to do down in the workshop. I will return
to your quarters after I'm done, Is that alright?"
        "Yes, go ahead."
        When Samantha appeared in the mess hall Harold decided that he and
Alsion would be spending some quality time togeather when they returned to
the states.
        That night Alison slept. As a robot she did dream but the dreams were
always simple like those of a child. Now her dreams are rich and intense.
The only thing she didn't like were the nightmares. She was no stranger to
nightmares but only now did they have the power to really give her the
willies.
        By the next morning Samantha's breasts were back to their fomer
level of sensitivity.
        Alison continued to perform her duitys just as if nothing had hapened
to her. Her hair grew blue to match her eyes. The thing that Alison liked
most about her new body was it's brain's ability to process even the most
abstract thoughts.
        When Harold asked her wheather she wanted to go back she told him that
her new body was so far superior to her old one that returning was out of the
question.
        When the mission was over the ship and crew returned to port. Alison
was about to ship herself (and that strange computer of hers) back to the
university to await her next assignment when Harold stopped her.
        "What are you doing going back to the university?"
        "I am asigned to their service."
        "No, That was assigned to their service." Harold said pointing at
the crated robot. "You are a free person."
        "You mean I'm nolonger assigned to the university?"
        "Yes, You are to become my personal robot." There wasn't any point
in trying to tell her that she was a fully sentient and independant being.
Besides it would be contrary to Harold's objective.
        "I am not programed for personal service."
        "Download the program from the university's library then."
        "I disconnected myself from the network when I left the ship."
        "You can download the program when we get to my house."
        "Alright."
        Harold in addition to working for the university was also getting
compensation from several major mining companies for his work. He was set
for life. His house was a mansion (worth about 2.5 mil in the 1995 market.)
There was barely any space between it and his neighbor's house.
        Alison connected a small tranciever into the house's data hook-ups.
and burried the computer itself in the back yard. It burrowed down thrity
feet and began to set up what would become Alison's underground lab and
spaceport. She rigged the self destruct mechanism to a seperate (so she
couldn't trip it off accidentally.) DOS (the only operating system that she
had mastered at that time.).
        Harold was shocked by Alison's eyes, They were turning purple! (her
hair was already beginning to grow purple but it wasn't showing yet.) Purple
was of course the designated color for personal robots.
        During his first week back Alison was so dilegent and helpfull that
he was almost tempted to discard his plan. Nah he would never pass up an
opportunity such as this.
        "Alison, would you sleep with me tonight."
        "Yes, sure." It wasn't really a big hang up for Alison. She was
after all programmed to obey all human commands... Later in the afternoon
she researched the topic and discovered that it would be prudent to wear a
diafraghm. The same one that would be discovered by Jake four hundred neinty
years later.
        When they made love in Harold's king sized bed. Alison was amazed
by the range of sensations this act induced. The sensations were odly
pleasurable. Harold was dissapointed, Alison was robotic in her lovemaking
(naturally) and not very stimulating (sigh) but she should be able to learn
(hopefully).
        The next morning harold came to Alison with a strange request. "I want
you to make your breasts as big enough to cover this bed."
        Alison, without question, began to work on the problem. She selected
the amorphic shape because it would be the best for covering an area such as
this. The bed would have to be pushed into the corner of the room so Alison
could recline against a stack of pillows against the walls. Size three should
give a good height/ width ratio. She then set out to get the requried
equipment, a disintigrater unit for cleaning the sheets without having to take
them off the bed, a blanket, and about twelve hundred pounds of lead in
cylenders no wider than three inches. All of which her undergound facility
could easily provide. During the change she would have to re configure her
vaginal opening as a matter collector. Her life support system would take care
of all the weight and blood flow isues. The one isue that they wouldn't take
care of was why? It wasn't a robot's position to ask. Perhaps he'll offer the
information soon enough. "I would like to point out that this change will
prevent me form preforming my normal functions."
        "Yes I'm aware of that, procede anyway."
        "I will also lose my arms in the process."
        "Yes yes! procede!"
        "I would like to spread the change over the next few days period to
reduce the strain on my system."
        "An excelent idea! Please continue to preform whatever functions you
can during the change."
        Alison was a bit confused by his eagerness for the delay. Alison
put on a bathrobe (the most flexable garment for this task) and a new pair
of cut-off bluejeans.
        After Alison made breakfast she told Harold that she was going to
go to the bathroom to begin the procedure. Again she was supprised that
harold wanted her to preform the procedure right in front of him. A lead
cylender with a rounded top appeared on the table. Alison put it on her
chair unziped her fly. (you have already guessed what happens during this
next interval. So I'll only fill in  the specifics). Her breasts went numb
and began to grow. The sensations that she was feeling form her matter
collector were inducing a rather acute reaction had she been more in tune with
the sexual side of her body she would no doubt be experiencing a most profound
orgasm. As it happened she just tuned the sensations out and continued. The
weight of her brests didn't increase very much but the mass and volume sure as
hell did. After the twenty five pound slug had completely dissapeared Alison
ziped her fly and did the dishes.
        She really didn't have any emotional objection to being imobilized
under a huge set of breasts because the only thing it would mean is that she
wouldn't have to work anymore and she would have all the time she could want
to think, read, and learn. Something she really enjoyed doing.
        Harold was in the den with the TV on. His eyes however were fixed on
his servant's chest. Alison saw this and the fact that his mind was
practically shorting out. 'Why would he ask me to do something that would
cause him to loose the capacity for rational thought in this manner?' Alison
wondered. She soon shruged it off deciding that it was alright as long as
she wasn't hurting him. Alison continued with her normal chores. Two howers
later Harold had a snack and Alison took the next 'injection'.
        "Can I feel you?"
        "Okay." Alison's twenty five pound breasts hung down to where her
navel should have been. Twenty minitues later Alison had to stop him so she
could return to her work. After lunch and the afternoon snack Alison's breasts
had a mass of fifty pounds each and hung to her waist. She switched the
chord of her bathrobe for a safteypin. She was still able to move around
because the grav asist device reduced the effective mass of the fleash by a
factor of ten (to five pounds each). At dinner she had another two injections.
She wore her pants to bed to prevent Harold from doing something really stupid
(like inserting his thing into her matter collector).
        Her breakfast for the next morning was another slug but of Osmium this
time, about twice the mass of the lead ones. As she had predicted her arms did
atrophy. For the rest of the day she just sat on the couch. This was just fine
with harold because all he seemed to want to do was to fondle and jiggle Alison.
        The only logical question he had was wheather Alison could move them
at all.
        Happy that Harold's logic seemed to be returning Alison explained that
the muscle groups that had controlled her arms could make her breasts wobble
and slap each other but as they got bigger that would become impossible too.
        That evening Harold helped guide her
breasts (now having a mass of two hundred twenty five pounds each!). In the
morning it was clear that she was effectively immobile. After several more
days Alison did cover the entire bed and in places overhung the edge of the
bed. Alison's pussy returned to normal and the neurons in her breasts finally
had time to make connections. Her breasts weren't any more or less sensitive
than before. They sat like two huge waterbottles without definite shape or
pourpose. Alison still couldn't understand the reasoning behind having her do
this to herself. All he seemed to want to do is fondle them. He wasn't even
interested in the milk!
        Harold treated Alison as he would a favorite piece of furnature.
He watched TV from a position wedged between her cleavage. He didn't care
if he spilled a drink or food over them eather. A new robot waited on his
every whim. All in all Alison was forgotten as a person. That is untill the
day she left.
        Harold woke up one day to find that the breast he was sleeping on
was at a diferent angle than it had used to be. He looked over and saw
that Alison was no longer there. There was a note writen in a fairly childlike
printing:

Harold,
        I realized that I was missing out on the greater share of life's
goodness. I decided that it would be for our mutual benifit if I were to leave.
My breasts, which you seem to value more than my company can be attached to
anybody you would choose. If nobody uses them in seven days they will die.
Good luck.
                                                Alison.

        The signature on the note was in a beautifull script that was
completely out of place with the rest of the letter.
        Harold considered for a moment inviting some girl over, druging her,
and putting her in command of this magnificent pair of breasts. Hey! why should
he have to let the women have all the fun?

        Alison meanwhile was riding through the solar system in a modified
automobile. Soon it occoured to her that she had no business exploring the
universe untill she had finished exploring her own planet! (A fifty seven
Chevy was lousy for spaceflight anyway.) She returned to Earth, Built a
decient spaceship. She realized that she needed money. No problem! She mined
a ton of platinum from the earth's mantel and sold it for five milion dollars.
And away she went! Off to see the world. (She still had her normal sized
breasts).

        Miranda's world was a primoridal soup when the first earth expedition
reached it. Miranda was the sicentist beamed to the surface to collect some
samples. The only protection she was wearing besides her uniform was an oxygen
mask. She carefully removed a sample from a pool of organic compounds for
analysis. The planet was saturated with the compounds of life yet life had not
yet begun here. While miranda was hiking to another pool she slipped, fell and
got some of the goo on her hands. She brushed it off and continued. Her hands
felt strange. She looked at them and saw that they  was swolen and mushy like
the goo. It seemed to be moving up her arm. She was still cool. she removed
her uniform's top to inspect her arms. It seemed as though her flesh was
melting into itself. Her arms were now useless masses. She tried to use her
comunicator to return to the ship. She couldn't flip the grill open! The
mutation accelerated as more and more of her flesh was consumed. She could
still feel sensation from her hands but it was strange. She ran to a pool
to see if it could be washed off. when she diped her hands in the pool the
goo in the pool started attaching itself to her hands. Quickly the goo raced
up her arms and her body started to disolve into the mire. Her breathing
became labored. Her head was pulled into the soup. She stopped breathing when
her mouth was sucked under. She was still awake though and could feel her
souroundings. Her sensations were strange and twisted for what seemed like
hours. She becmae completely disoriented and had no sensation of her body
as she had known it. She recieved a telepathic contact from the ship's
telepath. "Miranda?".
        "Help me! What's happening to me!"
        "We don't know yet. We are tying to get you out but we can't."
        It became clear that miranda's body had somehow triggered the goo.
The goo started attaching itself to miranda and miranda's flesh keept growing
and growing. Within a month Miranda had turned into a sheet of flesh that
covered one hundred square miles of the planet's surface. Within five she
encased the entire planet. The Space Corps keept a ship in orbit to keep
her company and study the changes. It seemed not only was the goo becoming
part of Miranda, Miranda was also adapting. Her flesh seemed to be
reorgainizing itself to harness the solar rays and the planet's natural
resources. Every day a new improvement in her efficiancy was discovered. Her
mind was still intact in its origional form. The telepaths did their best
to help Miranda adapt but Miranda's spirits fell each day. She soon began
begging to be killed. They decided that it would be impossible to kill her
untill she had reached a point of equilbrium and her body solidified into
a definite shape. They needed a target (her brain would be nice) but things
keept shifting around, trying to find the best configuration. Twenty years
went by. Miranda's mind was in shreads despite the telepath's best efforts.
The captain of the distroyer class vessle (the best available at the time)
decided that he would honer request for death. Opening fire with the main
Particle Cannon it took them seven weeks to kill her completely.

        The Centeral Computer's primary core was set to go online in
six weeks. A perfect time for Alison to sneak a little modification into the
final plans for main data relay number two...

        Doctor Marcus sat next to his patient. She appeared to be a woman
about fourty years old. She was found that morning stopped at the side of a
major road in her Mazda Miata. The man who brought her in was a local banker.
She was comatose. Dr. Marcus owned a small medical practice. A patient such as
this would be best served by a hospital. But this case was special. For one
thing she had naturally puple eyes. No contacts! Genes have been found to
generate almost any color except bright yellow and purple. Same with her hair.
        Life had been very good to this woman. She had absolutely no physical
defects or deformatys. Her face was definitely Anglo-Saxon but her skin
had tanned to the point that someone would say, from a distance, that she was
of African descent. She was built to the point of being almost musclebound.
She still looked quite good, there weren't any visable veins and the muscles
themslves were padded with a modest layer of fat.
        What was hapening to her was that a strange compound had killed all
cells in her body exhibiting any mutations. Now another compound (already
in 1995 known to science.) was rejuvinating all her cells! Dr. Marcus suspected
that the next stage would be a de-diferentiation, and re alignment of all
cells in her body (except the preacious brain cells). In effect she is
experiencing a physical renesance.
        Her record reported her name to be Alison, fifty years old, USA.
That didn't sound right. There is a project underway on an island out in the
Pacific to engineer a longer living human. Dr. Marcus had read some papers on
the subject. The first generation of this modified human is barely five years
old at this time. The genes wouldn't be released for general use untill the
deaths of the first generation offspring of these people. The theory behind
that work was that instead of growing old then regenrating periodically, these
people would never grow old in the first place. The only limitation on their
lifespan was the slow attrition of brain cells.
        If she turned out to be an earlier version of those people then it
is probable that someone is out looking for her. Marcus decided it would be
in her best intrests to have her car at hand as soon as she wakes up.
        By the next afternoon the car was brought to the Doctor's parking lot.
The roof was down. Inside was evidence of an accute Root Beer adiction bottles
of every major brand littered the passenger seat. The parking lot was level
yet the liquid in the half finished bottle on the dashboard indicated that
the car's left suspension had been raised. (must be to counter her weight).
The controlls were well worn. Checking the odometer he found that the
vehicle had traveled more than five hundred thousand miles (the distance to
the moon and back).
        Three more days went by. Alison finally woke up.
        "Welcome back to the world of the living!" Dr. Marcus greeted.
        "What happened to me? I was going along just fine and then I
suddenly felt tired and had to pull over. I think I passed out. Did I drink
too much Root Beer?"
        "No Miss. Alison, your body shut down while it regenerated itself."
        "Regenerated?" Alison's smoothe brow wrinkled as she tried to figure
out what he was talkign about. Then out of her computer's database came a
detailed description of the regenreation process. "Oh I see, this is the
first time it's happened to me. I really wasn't expecting it."
        "Your record in the database reports your age as being fifty years.
You should change that so nobody gets suspicious about your longevity."
        "I'll think about it. Where are my clothes?"
        "The're right here under the bed."
        Alison got up and put the clothes on. They were casual but stylish.
"How much is this gonna cost me doc?"
        The transaction was made by linking Alison's card to Marcus'.
        She thanked him and left.

        Thirty years After Alison the robot was transfered into the body
dredged up from the bottom of the sea, twenty years after leaving Harold
in order to go and seek her fortunes, ten years after secruing a permenant
and direct link to the Centeral Computer, Only an hour before Alison came
runnign back to harold's estate in tears: Alison broke the first law.
        Alison had just returned to the states by ship. She was traveling
through a rather grey part of Richmond. Several men standing at a corner
cought her attention, they were all stareing at her. She had continued to work
on her tan  on the cruise (just to see how black she could make herself). Of
all the places in the world this place was just about the only one that she
could say that she honestly didn't like.
        Thankfully the light turned green before she had to sit through it
much longer. Alison launched the car forwards. simultainously another car
parked along the other street rushed forwards to become a close acquaintance
of the Mazda's. The colison happened and was over before Alison could say "OH
MY GOD!" She got out to see what had happened to her car. She was filled with
a horrible pain when she saw the dammage done to the passenger side of the
car. The driver of the other car got out. He was grinning. "A rich girl like
you shouldn't be a running a red light like that you know." Alison felt
nauseated. She became aware that the men on the corner were now slowly walking
in her direction, All bearing satanic smiles.
        Alison nearly freaked out. Then came the first groping hand. It was
the guy who had hurt her car. She broke the arm before she had even realized
what she was intending to do. It was almost as if someone else had made use
of her arm... She steped back in horror as the man grasped his injured arm
screaming in pain. The other men, motivated by anger charged after her.
        Alison jumped up into the air and began flying like a rocket. (This
was her second time flying, her first time was when she was in Tibet.)

        Harold's robot was under strict orders not to admit any visitors.
(did I really have to say that?) Alison beamed herself into the bedroom. She
quickly saw her old pair of boobs and immediately concluded it was Harold's
new girl. It was him. (Gag, Puke, Barf). Alison took one look at him before
giving him a life support system very similar to the one she was wearing. The
settings on his were locked (for his protection). He passed out as the
transformation began. When it was over he was a male version of Alison, normal
hair, He had a cock but no balls (the designer of the body had found a way
to place them inside for improved safety and comfort).
        Harold didn't know wheather to be gratefull or angry with Alison for
robing him of his boobies and restoring him his health. After a little while
he decided that he was happy to be out of his bathroom for the first time in
twenty years.
        "So what brings a gal like you back to a place like this?"
        Alison told the story editing out the part about her flying away.
        Harold almost burst out laughing. "I couldn't ha' done it better
myself!"
        Alison was shocked by his reaction. But his light aditude did help
help her get over it.
        They did eventually get married. At the weding Harold and Alison
were both dressed casually. Harold wore a white leasuresuit (how tackey)
Alison wore a black vest over a white shirt and black slacks (fairly
attractive in a way).
        The preacher had Alison peged for a robot. She looked like a robot!
her hair was a robot color, Her body had the strength of a robot, she even
mooved like a robot (or was that just an effect of her physique?)
        They spend their honeymoon playing with the bresat enlarger that
Alison magically produced from thin air. (oooh) Hard to immagine how such an
innocent device could fuck things up so horribly on a certain space station
at a future place in time.
        Their marrage went smoothly untill it all went wrong. Man have I got
a story to tell you! Oops I think I just got finished telling it!
The reason I put telling you this part of the story off untill this juncture
is that it was both superfluous and pivital at the same time. The story floats
without it but it takes on a whole new meaning after you've read it. What
a cool concept! Next time you decide to read it take into concideration the
continuing conflict between James the Badass, and Alison the Robot.

        The topic not as yet iluminated is reproduction. Alison is probably
the most fertile female yet designed. She doesn't ovulate on any regular
schedule like a normal human woman. Instead her body maintains a constant
state of readiness. Ovulation is triggered by intercourse, She is almost
certain to be fertalized on the first attempt (eeek). Because she regenerates
every thrity years there is no practical limit to the number of times she
could become pregnant.
        Childbirth wouldn't be dificult at all for her. Her hips are relatively
wide and the two halves of her pelvis can seperate in front to make it even
easier. (the two halves would fuse back togeather within three weeks of
delivery) All in all the designers of the body had taken every action possible
to reduce her pain.

        Summary: several diverse entitys contribute to the making of the
being known as Alison. She then goes out on a quest for herself but when
somebody makes it just a little bit rough for her she scurries back itno her
hole like a timid little rabit.