Date: Sun, 8 Apr 2001 12:56:47 EDT From: AmateurishWriter@aol.com Subject: M.A.R.C. Ch. 1 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 find something else. If you're looking for a story that has someone having sex in every other sentence, this one is not it. The author retains the copyright for this story. Placing this story on a commercial web site without the authors permission is a violation of that copyright. Comments to AmateurishWriter@aol.com, pro and con and of a constructive nature, will be gratefully received and acknowledged, if possible. Flamers will be ignored. Author's Note A lifetime seems like an eternity to a boy and the blink of an eye to an old man ... or so I've read. My name is Marc. Just Marc. No last name. Or none that I know of anyway. I'm 13. Or at least I look 13. If I told you how old I really am you would never believe me. Don't worry, you'll come to understand. I was the first fully functional like me of many yet to come and this is my story. Well, the story of how it all started. There may be more stories after this one, if time permits. I'm sure it will as I have all the time in the world. This story is written from the perspective of my first father. That's because I know it would please him and make him very happy. Introduction I had retired from my marketing firm at 44, having sold it for an obscenely huge amount of money. Now, 5 months later, I had already substantially increased my net worth by online trading. I used the Internet to investigate all sorts of high tech and scientifically intriguing companies and it had paid off unbelievably. In my investigations I began to see a pattern of relationships in a number of firms that whet my curiosity. Then, I discovered what proved to be the keystone. An executives name. Could it be? I did some checking and it just might be. So, I sent a blind e-mail. Dear Eddie. If you're the Eddie I think and hope you are, please contact me as soon as you can regarding possible assistance with a business deal. Does the nick name Sir Lancelot ring a bell? If you know what I mean by that then you will be able to find and contact me, I'm still at the same address. If not, then my most embarrassed apologies for this very strange e-mail. Signed - An old friend from years ago. Eddie had been my one and only boy love. I had been 19 and he had been 13. We were lovers for over two years until his mother made us break it off. I had left broken hearted but, as she insisted, never contacted him again. He knew where I lived but never tried to contact me either. It left a hole in me and my life, for I had truly loved him with all my heart. But, time has scarred it over. And now, it's all come rushing back. Would he be angry or just unfriendly or had his love been everlasting, as mine had been? I think that it had been so and we would be friends once more. Chapter One - What goes around comes around or one boy's goose is another man's gander. "You've got mail!" The e-mail alert startled me and now the title bar stared me in the face. It was direct from Eddie. My Eddie, no mistake. He'd found me but what would the e-mail be, friend or foe? I stared at it for a good 10 minutes. Finally, forced by the threat of an automatic log-off for inactivity, I screwed up my courage and clicked on the read button. Dear John - Has it really been 23 years? I can't believe how time flies. I was so glad to get your e-mail. Sir Lancelot. Boy, does that ever bring back memories, warm memories. It will be good for me to tell you how much our relationship meant to me. As for the business deal, I've been aware of your great success in research and marketing and think that our little project might be right up your alley and in more ways than one. A corporate jet will be waiting for you at the airport Friday afternoon at 1:00 p.m.. Just come to the pilots' office and ask for aircraft number NL597M. Dress casual and bring an overnight bag. I look forward to seeing you. As ever. Eddy Funny how some things never change. As a kid, Eddie always insisted on spelling his name Eddy. I was feeling very emotional. This being our first contact after all these years and it was warm, kind and friendly. It was short notice but traveling light was my specialty. Soon I was pulling into the local airport and entered the pilots' office carrying my day-pack with just the essentials. "John?" "Yes." "I'm Sam, your pilot and this is Henry, your copilot. First names only this trip. That means the boss has a big deal in the works." "I hope so," I said. We walked out to the jet. It was a nice twin engine job and as we climbed in I saw that it had two large executive chairs on one side and two pairs of facing two seaters with a table between them on the other. In the tail was a galley and head. The pilots walked up to the cockpit and Sam turned at the front executive chair. "John? Meet Marc. Marc is the nephew, or something, of one of the new executives. He came along for the ride." The chair swiveled slowly around and the most perfectly beautiful boy that I ever saw came into view. "Hi, I'm John," I said sticking out my hand. He took my hand and gave me a good strong confident handshake. "It's a pleasure," he said. His voice was, well, musically adolescent is what comes to mind. His hand was warm and dry. He kept contact just a moment longer than necessary and as he let go he let his finger tips touch mine and the most delightful tingle of pleasure went up my arm and down into the very center of me. I had to sit down because I was getting weak in the knees. I fully expected the pilot to say; "he has that affect on people" but he didn't. He just said, "Buckle up please" and closed the cockpit door behind him. I heard it lock. We took off right away and headed to the northwest. The flight was smooth and uneventful. Marc, on the other hand was an accomplished conversationalist. He was very polite and seemed genuinely interested in any topic. I made a note to compliment his father, Uncle or whatever, if I was introduced. We landed at what looked to be a large industrial complex and disembarked right into a stretch limo. Marc as well. When we pulled up to a private entrance in the executive garage I recognized Eddie right away. The 23 years had been good to him, very good. "I hope you enjoyed your ride Marc. They're waiting for you inside." "Thank you sir," Marc very politely shook hands with me and went inside. Eddie turned to me and embraced me with genuine feeling. We each shed a tear. "Oh Eddie, I was so stupid." He graciously disagreed. "No John, we both made mistakes." We agreed to have a good talk after dinner but in the mean time, he had a private meeting set up for me. The "private meeting" was eventually concluded with; "John, we know you have been investigating us for investment purposes but we'd rather you invest your research and marketing talents in us instead of your money. In return for very generous compensation of course." The two technicians had made a very impressive presentation and I hadn't been far wrong in my rather imaginative and futuristic conclusions. They were about to announce to the world the perfection of an android creation process. I had imagined Data from Star Trek-The Next Generation but that was where I was wrong. My vision and imagination fell short. Way short. Eddie now explained that the consortium of corporations for which he worked had decided that realism was vital. People just wouldn't be able to accept a pasty faced, rigid Data type but would rather have a product that blended in with society. I agreed but was that possible? Could these androids pull it off? "Well, John," Eddie chuckled, "you tell me. We think they already have." "I'd like to meet one," I replied. "You just met two and spent an hour with them and never guessed." "You're kidding! Holy shit!" "Yeah, that was my reaction too." Eddie invited me to his suite for dinner and another business meeting afterwards. At dinner we would fill each other in on the past 23 years. He explained that he had done a security and background check on me and was pleased that I had had two more wonderful and loving relationships since him. But he also knew that there were a few voids in my life now. He thought that his project might help to fill them. He assured me that all concerned had complete faith in my ability to successfully do both the research and the subsequent marketing plan that would make this branch of their android project a world wide success. I was very curious to say the least. At dinner I was very happy to learn that Eddie had married after college and had two wonderful children. The last 23 years had been very happy ones. His wife and sons were wonderful and he often spoke of me warmly as a big brother/father figure. He credited my love for him with a great deal of his happiness. He was never bothered by the sexual aspect of our relationship. He did it for love; for his love of me and my love of him. He enjoyed it and never felt guilty about it even though he never felt the desire with anyone else. I suggested and he agreed, that meeting his family might be awkward. Besides he said, "The nature of your research will have to remain discreet as you will soon understand. Tell me honestly John, just as if it were only you and I 23 years ago. What did you think of Marc?" "I'm sorry? I'm not sure I understand." "Let me ask you another way then; what did you think when you first saw him, what did you feel?" My God. He knew. Eddie knew what I thought when I saw Marc. After all, he does know me even though it's been 23 years. Oh Lord! He knows what I felt too! Could it be? Was it possible? "Eddie," I wondered out loud, "are you saying that Marc is a ..." "Yes John, he is. Pretty impressive huh?" "Yeah but what is your market, or who?" "Why people, men as well as women, with your interests, desires and needs. They'll no longer have to live in denial and abstinence or in constant fear of society's disapproval, not to mention the law. Our only concern is if their needs will be adequately satisfied and how to market ... well, our product, for want of a better word. That's why we approached you." "But Eddie, I wrote you." "Yes but we knew you were investigating us and I knew if you saw my name you just might try to contact me." I laughed out loud, "why you sneaky son of a bitch. HA! What a hoot! God, I still love ya!" We smiled from ear to ear at each other. "So, what's the deal?" I asked. "You mean compensation?" "Well, that too I suppose but mainly, what do you want me to do in the way of research." "Oh, I guess I just assumed you'd understand. 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?" Next: Chapter Two - John! You're a daddy and it's a bouncing permanently adolescent and horny boy.