Date: Wed, 18 Apr 2001 22:07:36 EDT
From: AmateurishWriter@aol.com
Subject: M.A.R.C. Ch. 2

M.A.R.C.

Warning: The following story is a work of fiction. It is a fantasy.  It
never happened, except in the author's imagination.  This story may contain
sex between teenage boys, a man and a teenage boy and other male teens.
The author does not encourage or condone sex between adults and little
children. If you are underage, or this is illegal where you are, you
already know what you're supposed to do.  Delete this file and find
something else.  If this kind of story turns you off, delete this file and
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sex in every other sentence, this one is not it.

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Thanks to those who have offered support, appreciation and constructive
thoughts.  Two points that were made stood out in particular.  Point one:
The lack of physical descriptions for key characters.  Stories of this
genre always seem to stress descriptions and yes, (groan) size.  While
being as susceptible to these things as anyone else, I feel that the story
is more important than the appearance of the characters.  That information
concerning Marc and John will be filled in as we go along.  As for Eddie,
I've said too much about him already.  (Cheeky grin) Point two: If chapter
one of the story seemed a bit fast paced, perhaps it was in part due to the
desire to make it feel like things did in fact move quite quickly.  It
could also be due to inexperience and lack of training as a writer.  Then
again, maybe John just wanted to get on with his life with Marc.


Near the end of Chapter One:

We want you to test our M.A.R.C. Unit and furnish reports."

"M.A.R.C. Unit?"

"Yes, M.A.R.C., an acronym for Multi-modal Adolescent Research Companion
... Marc."

"Oh Lord," I groaned.

"Yes, I know.  But we had to come up with something to call it."  He smiled
with a touch of embarrassment.  "Your research will be very personal but
well worth it.  I think you'll agree.  Both the social satisfaction of
helping to resolve a societal problem and, of course, your compensation."

"My compensation?"

"Why Marc of course, or some other unit maybe more to your tastes."

"Phew, ah, oh my."  I blushed deeply despite our very personal history.
"Ah, Marc will do just fine.  Oh my."

"John, I finally feel I can do something to repay you for your love and
friendship at a time in my life when I needed it most."

"Oh Eddie, your success and happiness was and is more than enough."

"Maybe for you but I want to do more and this couldn't be better."

"Well, it's late and we have a lot to do in the morning.  You need to be
given some simple training about Marc's modes and how to file reports.  He
has two modes, research and recreational, so it wont be too complicated.
However, we will be modifying the modes later when you've progressed to a
certain point in the research.  I have to get home so enjoy the suite here
and I'll pick you up at 8 a.m.."  We embraced again and Eddie left.

"Wow!  How was I going to sleep?"


Chapter Two - John!  You're a daddy and it's a bouncing permanently
adolescent and horny boy.

Eddie was punctual and arrived at 8 a.m. on the dot.  We went down to the
training area where I was trained on all aspects of my responsibilities.

In his research mode Marc would be a technician who would report his own
findings.  He would not only report about our relationship but about all
his relationships.  He would also aid in minor program alterations that I
would be permitted to make after teleconferences.  Only emergency changes
would otherwise be allowed and there would be an auto-reset after 24 hours.
Help would be available via phone and of course from Marc when he was in
the research technician mode via direct satellite uplink.  The support crew
could hear not only Marc but whoever he was with (This feature was locked
out when Marc was in Recreation mode, which would be most of the time).
Mode changes could only be made by me or, via satellite, by the support
crew if they had not heard from us after a specified time period.

Most importantly, for now, Marc wouldn't know he was an android, he would
believe the cover story which would also be used for public background.  It
is as follows: His parents were very dear friends of mine back when Marc
was born and I was made his God Father.  When they were both killed in a
boating accident there were no living relatives and I agreed to raise Marc
as my own.  Marc had been programed not only with an appropriate knowledge
level but every thought, emotion, feeling, mood and memory that an average
13 year old would have.  On an official level, all the necessary paperwork
was covered.  He would grieve just as a healthy well adjusted boy would.
He would be good at some things and not others.  All in all, he would be
just an average kid with a knack for computer science.  His very fond
memories of me would be of a fun and loving Uncle type who he hadn't seen
since his parents decided to move across country 6 years ago.

There was just a couple other things.  First, he was programed to be gay,
with a preference for an older man and to fall, over a few weeks time,
naturally and unconditionally in love with me.  Second, he wouldn't age.
Don't misunderstand, they were fully capable of making their androids
appear to age but, in Marc's case, they chose to have him retain his
present appearance.  After all, people with my "inclination" were one of
their "markets".  Now, the lack of aging wasn't a problem for me but what
about society?  That was one of the things I was to work on.  The company
figured I'd have a good two or three years before people would begin to
seriously wonder.  Hopefully, by then, the company would be well on it's
way towards marketing and winning public acceptance of the idea of androids
as professional and personal helpers and yes, as personal companions.

I was asked if I had any requests.  I suggested that the boating accident
be changed to a fire at home while Marc was out of the house.  That would
explain the total absence of personal effects and not give him any aversion
to sailing which was an important part of my life.  Otherwise, I just had
some personal requests.  Those I would discuss with Eddie and submit in
writing before our scheduled final meeting at noon.

Eddie and I spoke in private and agreed that some of the personal changes
that I would like to be made best be discussed with a technician as a
concession to his and my own personal history and feelings.  The technician
was very professional and understanding and I made a point to remember to
ask Eddie that this be noted in the young ladies next performance review.

Some of the modifications that I asked for were very personal.  I asked
that the boy be programed to have not had his first wet orgasm as yet.  I
suggested that it could occur after the first few times that we had become
intimate.  However, he was to have had dry ones and thoroughly enjoyed
them.  He was to have no body hair except a small natural and very blond
amount just above his penis.  He was to be uncircumcised and his erection
was to be of average size for a boy of his age and size.  His testicles
were to be smooth as well and, again, average for his age.  He was to be
very eager, energetic and vocal as he explored the pleasures of lovemaking.
But, at the same time, he should be capable of being very affectionate,
going slow and quietly at other times.  When he eventually did ejaculate he
was to squirt hard enough to go over his shoulder and with, perhaps, a bit
more volume than normal.

Other modifications had to do with him as a day to day person.  He was
already programed with a personality and demeanor but I wanted us to share
some likes and dislikes.  He was to like sailing, swimming, baseball, golf
and other outdoor activities; science fiction, most music and family
movies; cooking, being handy with tools.  Most important of all, he had to
like to giggle and laugh and not be afraid to be silly.  Oh, and he was to
dislike some stuff too but I couldn't think of anything at the moment.  So,
other things had to be possible to add at a later date.

I began to think that this was all just too artificial and that I wouldn't
be able to respond physically, not to mention emotionally.  The young lady
technician was very concerned and patiently reassured and reminded me that
this was, indeed, research and any result, positive or negative, would help
the project in the long run.  I reprimanded myself in my own thoughts and
my lapse in professionalism was quickly corrected.  I was grateful to her
for the reassurances.

Everything being taken care of or scheduled for future upgrades, I thanked
the technician for her help and kindness and rejoined Eddie.  We headed for
the last meeting and then I would meet Marc at the airport.  He would not
remember the flight yesterday but would remember me from when he last saw
me at the age of 7.

We drove out to the airport and waited at the main entrance as another car
drove up and Marc got out.  He looked lost and confused.  Very sad, almost
forlorn.  A support crew member, playing a social worker, carried a small
bag and walked with him in our direction.  I watched him as he approached.
He was just under 5' tall, maybe 4' 10" and about 80 pounds but then I'm a
lousy judge of those things.  He stopped and looked at the other person.
She seemed to say something and looked in my direction.  Then he looked
over at me as well and recognition crossed his adorable face and he ran
into my arms.  "Uncle John!  Oh Uncle John.  My Mom and Dad ..."  He buried
his face in my chest and sobbed deeply.

"I know Marc, I know.  I'm here now and everything is going to be okay.
You're going to come live with me like your Mom and Dad wanted and when we
get to know each other again I think ... Well, we'll be fine.  Just take
your time.  I'll be here for you."  As I talked to him quietly I stroked
his soft nearly white hair and he slowly responded by wrapping his arms
around me tighter.  We walked together towards the plane while still
holding each other.  Eddie had this sad kind of smile on his face as he
walked with us.

"Thanks Eddie, for letting us use the jet to get back home.  It will be
more private for Marc and give us some time.  I'll call.  Oh," I chuckled
"should I tip the pilot a couple bucks?"  Marc must have heard that along
with my chuckle because he giggled a little.  Eddie and I smiled together.
"Bye Eddie, it was good to see you and thanks again for the use of the
jet."

As we walked to the plane Marc asked; "Who is that?"

"Oh," I replied.  "Just an old friend who I was visiting on business when
... well, when I got the news that you would be coming to live with me.
That's when he suggested that we fly back in his jet."

"Wow.  He must be a really good friend for him to do that for you."

"Yes Marc," I sighed.  "He sure is and he's not just doing it for me but
for us.  For you and I."

We climbed aboard and the door was latched behind us.  I heard a couple
taps on the side of the plane and Sam stuck his head out of the cockpit
reminding us to buckle up.  I moved to a two seater and asked Marc if he'd
like the window.  He quietly took the seat and buckled his seat belt.  I
moved in next to him and did the same.  The plane taxied and took off very
quickly.  I remember thinking it odd and then smiling to myself.  Private
plane with its own private airstrip.  Of course, it doesn't have to wait in
line.  Then I looked at Marc and wondered if his mind worked the same way.
What was he thinking? ... Feeling.  I watched him for a few minutes as the
plane gained altitude.  Just as I realized that I was looking and thinking
android he looked up at me and his beautiful blue eyes brimmed over with
tears.

"Oh Uncle John", he sobbed "I miss them, I miss them so much.  It hurts so
bad."

I raised the arm rest between us and unbuckled both our seat belts.  I took
him in my arms just as if he were 7 again and not 13.  I stroked the back
of his head.  "I know it wont be easy Marc but it will help to talk about
them.  Trust me.  It will help you deal with your loss and grief and it
will help you remember them too."  He settled back into his seat but he
kept possession of my arm.  He held my hand in both his with one arm wound
around mine.  I knew he was just an android but to him, well, he knew
nothing of androids.  To him, he was just a little boy and his pain was
real, very real.  My heart ached.

The flight home was nothing like the flight out.  Of course he didn't
remember that flight, but Marc was so quiet and different now.  I hope, as
he came to terms with his loss, the Marc of the first flight would be
there.  I looked forward to it.  That flight was my only memory of him.  I
had no memories of the times he would remember.  Times when I visited his
nonexistent house and parents.  Back when he had developed a fondness for
me.  I wished I had really experienced those times so I could be more real
to him and he to me.  I had been afraid this morning that I would have
trouble being believable, doubting my acting talents.  Now, here I was,
already being compassionate and sympathetic to an android.  Hell, I had
tears in my eyes a few moments ago.  That's when I realized for the first
time that this whole idea just might work.  If it was believable, then it
could work.

"Uncle John?"

"Yes, Marc."

"I'm scared."

"Oh Marc, of course you are, of course you are.  You know how, if you
opened the door to the cockpit, you'd know pretty much what was on the
other side?"

"I think so.  Ah, ... I think I know what you mean."

"Well, Marc, you have just been forced to open and go through a door having
very little idea as to what lies on the other side.  Do you follow?" I
asked.

"Yes," Marc replied. "I think so."

"So, who wouldn't be scared?  It's perfectly understandable.  But I assure
you, I care.  I care more than you can imagine and I will try my best to
always be there when you need me."

"You know Uncle John, you are just as I remember.  You talk to me like I
was a real person, not a kid.  I will try too.  I want to be there for you
too."  A tear rolled down my cheek as he looked up at me.  He reached over,
brushed it off with his thumb and smiled shyly.

Next: Chapter Three - A new life with giggles in it