Bots – Chapter Two
The phone rang and Ben said, “Excuse me for a moment. I’ll be right back.”
He dropped his keys in an open drawer and went to answer the phone. Jamie glanced into the drawer, there were two more duplicate sets of keys lying further back in the drawer. Jamie shot a quick look over at Ben on the phone, then reached into the drawer and pocketed a duplicate set of keys.
Ben returned and said, “Congratulations from the “Head of Department” call. Do you have any questions?”
“How much do you give the rats? I guess I should say, how many bots do you give them?”
“Well, it’s not the number that’s important. A single one would do the job. You see, they’re Von Neuman machines, as long as there’s at least one to replicate, then the process will start. For practical purposes, however, the greater the number of bots that are originally introduced, the faster the enumeration process will take place. When we give an injection to the rats we introduce approximately one hundred thousand bots. About one-hundredth a cc of solution. The Head of Department wants to talk to me. Shall we go?”
Jamie nodded and lead the way out of the lab with a smile on his face. He had seen the means of his reprieve. Later that night Jamie returned to the lab and searched for the bots. After searching through all the cabinets he decided to try the refrigerator in the office. He discovered that the refrigerator was protected by a tubular lock similar to those found on pay telephones.
Fortunately, one of the keys on the spare set fit the lock on the refrigerator. When he opened the refrigerator he found it was filled with wire racks full of glass tubes. He looked and saw the bots were in rubber stoppered tubes sitting upright in the wire racks. He located a 10 ml syringe and filled it from one of the tubes marked “Bots-Stage Three-Final Ver. Series 731” and injected 5 ml into his antecubital vein. He replaced the tube and the keys, then turned out the lights and left the lab, locking the door behind him.
Friday morning Jamie woke up feeling as bad as ever. He got dressed and made a cup of coffee before going to the University. “The bots haven’t had time to do anything yet. Give them time,” he thought. He dragged though the day then went home and fell asleep on the couch waiting for Mary to come home.
When Mary came home from the University Wives’ meeting, she put a comforter on Jamie and began making dinner for the two of them. She was used to finding him on the couch; Jamie always tried to stay up for her return when she went out. He was extremely jealous and wanted her to spend all of her time at home. The only way she could get out of the house was to go to a Wives’ meeting.
Jamie gave her the distinct impression that he thought that she would “step out” on him if she had the chance. He’d wait for her so she could tell him where she’d been when she got back. She had begun to go to the University Wives’ meetings so that she’d have witnesses to where she’d been and what she’d done. Mary knew that he’d never raise a stink about her new friends; the other wives would tell their husbands and his colleagues would give him hell if he did. Mary was confident that his behavior would moderate in time, she believed he was suffering from a newlywed’s insecurity.
She woke him for dinner and then they went to bed. Jamie woke in the morning feeling terrible. He was exhausted. He felt like he was a hundred years old. When Mary tried to get him out of bed he groaned. She patted him on the head and said, “Does Jamie feel nasty today?”
Jamie groaned again and turned over. “I think I’ve got a virus,” he said.
“More like a hangover, I think,” she said with a frown in her voice. She got up and left him alone in bed. “Since it’s Saturday, I’ll leave you to sleep off your hangover.”
He heard her make breakfast and then leave to go shopping. She woke him up about six o’clock and said, “I guess I misjudged you, you really must be sick. You slept the clock around.”
She left and returned with his dinner on a tray. “Here Honey, try and eat something. Then you can go back to sleep.”
He ate, then got up to go to the bathroom and went back to sleep. Jamie woke up feeling wonderful. He hadn’t felt this good in years. He bounced out of bed and went to the kitchen to make breakfast for the both of them. He woke Mary with a kiss and gave her breakfast in bed.
“You must be feeling better. I guess sleeping the clock around did you some good,” she said around a mouthful of eggs and toast. “Why don’t you come back to bed?”
They didn’t get out of bed until the late afternoon. Neither one of them went back to sleep though, they were engaged in trying to recreate the best moments of their honeymoon. When they got up and got dressed to go out to dinner, Jamie felt years younger.
Jamie looked at his face in the mirror as he shaved. “I look like I did when I was only an Associate Professor,” he thought in surprise. “I guess the bots have started to work.”
They went out to dinner and then went dancing. When they returned home Mary went directly to bed. Jamie followed her a few minutes later. He lowered the blinds, Monday was the start of Spring Break and there wouldn’t be any classes for the next three weeks. He planned to sleep in Monday and didn’t want the morning sun to wake them up.
Jamie woke up incredibly horny. He kissed Mary awake and began to slowly make love to her in the dark. After a delightfully long session with Mary Jamie rolled over on his back and sighed.
“That was wonderful Jamie,” Mary husked. “You’ve never made love to me like that. You were as energetic as a teenager. It was like making love to an entirely different person,” she said with a contented sigh. “Roll over here so I can give you a kiss,” she said.
They kissed for minutes before she had to break for air. “Whee, you are different this morning! Let me look at you!” She reached behind her and turned on the lamp and …………screamed! “Who……..Who are you?!!!,” Mary demanded.
It took a moment for Jamie to answer, the back of his mouth was sticky with morning phlegm and his tongue was stuck to the roof off his mouth. He swallowed and spoke for the first time since he woke up. “Mary it’s me, Jamie,” he said, his voice cracking with the tones of puberty.
“You’re not Jamie! What have you done with Jamie? I’m going to call the police!”
“Mary, it’s me!,” he yelled. “You?! You’re not Jamie. You can’t be more than thirteen! My husband is thirty-eight years old, you’re not Jamie!”
Jamie leapt out of bed and dashed into the bathroom. He turned on the light and looked into the mirror. Staring back out of the mirror at him was the face of a young teenager, a very young teenager.
“Oh my God! What have I done? It’s the bots, Mary! The bots have done this to me!” He rushed out of the bathroom to find her frantically calling the police.
“Mary, I’m Jamie. I can prove it to you! Please put down the phone.”
She put the phone on the hook, reached into the bedside table, took out an automatic pistol, chambered a round and pointed the muzzle at his chest. “Okay, prove it, Mister!”
The End of Bots – Chapter Two.
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