Tales of the eKids: E-man Loves Emmy © 2004 by Andrew Wiggin
Author’s note:
This is a sequel to my story, “Death by Fucking”. Your understanding of this story would be
enhanced by referring to that earlier book.
Joe
J’s epic Twice Lucky is the source of several of the characters used in
this story. Joe has been gracious enough
to allow me to make use of the Turner family.
For those of you unfamiliar with Twice Lucky and Twice Lucky
II I suggest you read them both.
Even if you never come back to this story, it will be well worth your
while.
Chapter 1
Prologue
We who are the shared memory
of the Adkins clan do begin this chronicle of the birth of the New Men. Our thoughts return to the beginning of our
race, when the sharing was in its infancy.
And before, to the Progenitor – he who it was that gave us life but was
not one of us.
By this means, we, the Star
Travelers, shall ensure our knowledge of the birthing of our race. For without such knowledge we would be but
like the Homo sapiens that preceded us, hopelessly longing to learn our true
beginnings. Without its path to the
past, how can a race understand its path to the future?
Beginnings must be carefully
considered. I, Lena Adkins of the
L-Generation of Star Travelers shall channel that Emma Adkins by whose
stewardship did the infant race New Man emerge as the dominant species on
planet Earth and by extension the known universe.
Our links into a significant
number of the first generation of New Man through the Andrew Adkins genetic
connection augment our quest. The Adkins
clan remains the largest family of New Men, and through its sharing does the
growth of the race continue apace.
I, Lena, will transfer the
memories, parables, and stories gained through our channeling to permanent
non-destructive storage so that the formative period of our race shall be
available for study and contemplation to all that come after us. Thus will the history of the Adkins clan be
spread throughout the galaxy, a tie that binds our race across the vastness of
Space.
There,
I think that sounds portentous enough to please even the stultifying assholes
running this memory group. The more I
reach back to Emma Adkins, the more I realize that a major component of New Man
that differentiated it from the Old Man that came before us was our capacity
for fun. Emma was the first of us to
love life to its fullest. It’s that
capacity that I,
This
I shall hold in my private memory cells.
Shared knowledge of my plan may well cause the shutdown of the entire
project. I do know that Emma Adkins will
be a serious shock to our system. It’s a
system that needs serious shocking.
Part 1
Eamon
Turner turned south off of the interstate heading towards New Man
University. He wasn’t sure how much
farther he had to travel but felt certain he was close. In the back of his mind he heard himself
saying, ‘map quest it, you shit’. But
his grandmother had insisted that he map quest the trip onto his onboard
computer and that was reason enough for him not to do so. He is a man and he don’t need no stinkin’
maps.
The
eighteen year-old gunned his car down the highway. He rapidly approached a small
energy-efficient vehicle that was poking along at only a few miles per hour
above the speed limit. Eamon slipped
past the pathetic little car, gaining speed as he went. Suddenly he saw a virtual sign that seemed to
appear from nowhere; “New Man University – Next Right”. He swerved his car back into the right hand
lane, slamming on his brakes as he watched for the quickly approaching
turnoff.
Eamon
noted that his heads-up display showed his speed dropping from 75 to 30 in just
a few seconds. His mph continued to drop
as he spotted the road and turned on to it.
Eamon was shocked to see the words “YOU FUCKING IDIOT!!” march across
his windshield.
Fifteen
minutes later Eamon was parked and riding the walkway underground to the
University proper. He had noted with
interest that New Man U. didn’t seem to leave any footprint at all on the land,
other than the access road. That road
gently sank into the ground beneath what appears to be miles of meadows,
farmland, and trees.
The
walkway carried him farther underground before emerging onto a large
quadrangle. He had expected a
claustrophobic experience, but instead of a metal roof he looked up to see the
sky. Some lazy clouds were floating by. The sun was peaking out from one of them,
slowly sinking into the westward horizon.
Many
people, most of whom appeared younger than him, were slowly walking towards
their intended destinations. They were
dressed like students everywhere: sweatshirts, jeans, sneakers.
Eamon’s
eye was captured by the quick passing of something completely different. It was a girl. She was wearing tan slacks that lovingly
hugged her curved behind. On top she
wore some sort of suede vest over a button-down white shirt. She was very small but her curves certainly
indicated that she was not necessarily very young. Topping this apparition was a floppy felt hat
from which golden curls were barely peaking.
Eamon
knew he should continue with his business, but being a Turner knew that one
shouldn’t hesitate to combine business with pleasure. He hurried to catch up to this person, hoping
that the front half was as alluring as the rear.
When
he was close enough he reached out and touched the figure’s shoulder. “Excuse me, Miss. Can you direct me to the Admissions Office?”
She
stopped. She turned on a dime. Eamon found himself looking down at an angel;
blue-green eyes, blonde hair framing a perfect face. Eamon thought, “Oh, yeah! Life will be good
at New Man U.”
The
girl said to him, “Honey if you can’t find the Admissions Office by yourself
you’re at the wrong school.”
Eamon
was a bit taken aback. Her melodious
voice and sparkling eyes belied her insult.
He tried firing back. “But I’m a
man! My Grandmother Muffy thinks that a
man needs to be lead around by his nose.
If you grab my nose I’ll follow you anywhere, maybe even to the
Admissions Office.”
The
girl looked at him critically. “You have
a grandmother named Muffy? What’s your
grandfather’s name, Muff Diver? Him I’d
like to meet.”
Eamon
shook his head. “This is one weird
place. I sure have gotten the royal
reception. First your sign appeared from
nowhere. Then, just as I turned on to your access road my car called me
a fucking idiot. And now you are
giving me a hard time.”
The
girl’s eyes half closed and her smile widened.
Eamon felt his heart skip a beat as he saw a light come on in her
eyes. ‘What a fox!’ he thought.
She
said, “I did that.”
He
was confused. “You called me a fucking
idiot?”
She
shook her head. “No, my Daddy called you
a fucking idiot.”
“But
I don’t even know your Daddy. Why would
he call me a fucking idiot?”
She
said, “Oh, I’m sure when he gets to know you he’ll call you a fucking idiot
with very little prodding. Did you pass
anybody on the road as you pulled into the school?”
He
nodded. ‘Yeah, I passed some old geezer
in one of those shitty little no-gas cars.
Okay, maybe I made him hit his brakes a little. What’s the big deal?”
She
looked smug. “That was my Daddy. Not a very auspicious start, young man.”
Eamon
was thoroughly confused. “How do you
know I saw someone on the highway? Where
did the sign come from? Why did my car
call me a fucking idiot? Why did you say
that you did it? Then why did you say
your father did it? And who is your
father, anyway?”
The
girl put a hand on her hip and twisted slightly, pushing her very shapely ass
off to one side. She used her other hand
to count.
“One: if you hadn’t seen someone on the highway
then; Two: your car wouldn’t have called
you a fucking idiot. Three: I didn’t mean that I called you a
fucking idiot. I just facilitated
it. Four: my father called you a fucking idiot because
he is the old geezer who was in the other car when you drove past him like a
fool. Daddy believes there isn’t such a
thing as road rage. It’s just that the
person in front of him is driving like A MANIAC! And Five:
my father is Andrew Adkins. Oh,
and six: some of the kids have been playing with fiber optics applications. The sign can only be seen from a particular
range of angles from the road. From every other angle it is invisible. Of
course, if you are speeding, you might miss it.”
Eamon
shook his head. “Oh great; I’ve been
here ten minutes and I’ve already pissed off the Progenitor. Hey, wait a minute. How did YOU facilitate it? That doesn’t make any sense.”
The
girl smiled again. “It was my Christmas
present to Daddy about eight years ago.”
Again
Eamon was lost. “My being a fucking
idiot was your present to your daddy?
Talk to me.”
The
girl talked like she was educating some backward little boy. “Have you actually been admitted to New Man
U.? It’s the heads-up display, of
course. The car companies had been
working on them for a while, but my sisters perfected the model currently used
by every car on the road built since 2014.
They were eleven at the time. Of
course whenever they develop anything, I tell them what they can do to make it
better.”
Eamon
found himself sputtering like a schoolboy.
“What’s that got to do with your father calling me an idiot?”
The
girl said, “I gave him a black box that fits onto his armrest. When he presses the button, any car within
five car-lengths has ‘You Fucking Idiot!!’ displayed on their windshield. Or he
can point the switch in a single direction to isolate one car.”
Eamon
could hardly believe his ears. “You mean
every car in the world has this feature built into it?”
The
girl shrugged. “Sure, why not? Daddy might be in Hawaii or Florida or
Switzerland or somewhere. There are
fucking idiots everywhere, after all.
Especially Florida.”
Eamon
felt he had fallen through a rabbit hole.
He decided to let the ‘fucking idiot’ event die. He offered his hand instead. “Eamon Turner, from Florida.”, he said.
The
girl delicately fitted her soft, tiny hand into his large paw. “And I’m Emmy Adkins. I’m very pleased to
meet another fucking idiot.” The more
she kidded him, the more Eamon was attracted to her. He was used to girls falling all over
him. She wasn’t playing hard to
get. She wasn’t playing at all.
The
girl turned away. Looking over her
shoulder she called to him. “If you want
to find the Admissions Department, follow me E-man.”
“That’s
Eamon!” he replied angrily.
Eamon
stood still, just watching her walk.
Finally he hurried after her, his eyes never leaving that small, round,
lovely ass. Under his breath he muttered,
“Follow the bouncing butt.”
Part 2
Eamon
found himself walking into a corridor off of the main quad. The girl palmed the lock of a door and it
opened. To his chagrin, Eamon saw the
name seemingly engraved on the door’s plasma panel: “Emma Adkins, Dean of Students and Director
of Admissions”. Suddenly the panel
changed to add the phrase: “Fucking Idiots Welcome”.
The
girl walked behind a rather plain desk and settled herself into the
figure-molding chair. She looked him in
the eyes. “So, E-man, what can I do for
you?”
Eamon
couldn’t decide whether to be angry, embarrassed, or amused. “I suppose you are the person I’m to report
to this morning. Sorry, I thought you
were a student.”
“That’s
the first thing you got right today! Apology accepted.” Her fingers flicked across the touch screen
embedded in her desk. “Let’s see; Eamon
Turner, Palmdale, Florida. Eighteen
years old, undocumented alleged New Man.
Desires admission into New Man U. based upon acceptance of said
documentation. Also passes H. sapien
muster with IQ exceeding 200. Well, gee,
E-man, you could have fooled me.”
Eamon
felt himself growing angry. This girl’s
flippant attitude was starting to piss him off.
He said, “What about you? How
many other undocumented guys were you expecting today? You should have known who I was from the
beginning.”
She
fixed her blue-green gaze upon him, a half-smile on her perfect lips, and
Eamon’s anger seemed to dissipate into nothingness. “Just kidding, E-man. Don’t get your panties in a wad. Of course I knew who you were. I also knew that you could find the
admissions office by yourself. I just
assumed you were hitting on me. You are
a Turner, aren’t you? I am a girl,
aren’t I? I can add two plus two.”
Eamon
decided it would be best to just get down to business. This Emma didn’t fit any of his known
patterns of female behavior. She was
intriguing. She was disturbing.
“Uh,
you understand that I’m not officially a New Man? How are we supposed to handle this whole
thing? Will I need to take a test? Do I pay tuition?”
The
girl held up her hand. “Hold on,
E-man. You are a special case. Let me call my father and bring him in on it. I make the decisions,” – he noted the sly
smile on her lips – “but I’d like his input on something like this.”
Just
then the door opened and there stood the Progenitor. He walked behind the desk and stood beside
his daughter.
Emma
said, “Oh, hi Daddy. Funny coincidence,
you being here.”
Andrew
Adkins said, “What do you mean coincidence?
You asked me to come.”
Eamon
looked at Emma in confusion. She grinned
as shy a grin as she was capable of.
“Well, I guess I did let him know you were here as soon as you accosted
me in the quad.”
Andrew
said, “Oh, I suppose you were the, uh, person who cut me off coming into the
parking area.”
Eamon
nodded glumly. “Yes, I’m that fucking
idiot.”
Andrew
smiled happily. He leaned over and gave
his daughter a kiss on the check. “Thank
you, Emmy. That’s one of my favorite
presents.” He returned to a more serious
demeanor. “So, you are the ‘undocumented
New Man’. Tell us about yourself.”
“My
father is Jake Turner, Jr. It’s obvious
your daughter knows a little about my family history. Twenty years ago my dad got involved with a
couple of girls named Davan and Dina Murphy.
They kind of got involved with the family business and they kind of live
with him.”
Emma’s
glance told him he was being oblique.
“How do they ‘kind of’ live with him?
You’re saying that this is a non-traditional relationship. No marriage is involved?”
“Well,
my dad already had a wife. My family is
a little loose about inviting women into the group; especially beautiful
women.”
Andrew
gazed off into the distance (there was a view of a forest scene on the plasma
panel on the wall). “So you are saying
that Davan and Dina are IAM twins. We
don’t have them on file, but if you saw the filing system we inherited from
Doris Johns when we took over here, you wouldn’t be surprised if some people
fell through the cracks.
“This
opens up an entirely new line of questions.
How many other undocumented IAM twins are floating around? And have any of them given birth to New
Man? Sorry but we have yet to establish
that you are New Man. Given your
parentage you might be a legitimate H. sapien genius. Well, I guess there is one way to find out.”
Eamon
said. “Yes, I know about that. I’ll have to mate with one of the New Man girls. If something pops out after nine months, I’m
good.”
Andrew
didn’t think much of the idea. “Hey,
kid, I know she’s gorgeous, but she’s my daughter. If you want to proposition her, kindly do it
behind my back. I was thinking more
along the lines of a DNA test.”
Emma
jumped in at this point. “Look, E-man,
why don’t you go to the office next door.
The lady there is Daphne. Tell
her I want her to start the entry process.
I’ll be over in a few minutes and we can continue this charming
interview. Go out the door, make a left
and go into the first office you see.”
After
Eamon had left, Emma turned to her father.
“Daddy, you know perfectly well there are plenty of ways for us to
determine if he is New Man. All I’ve got
to do is eavesdrop into him, telempathically speaking.”
“Yes,
yes, I know. But if you do it, be
careful. When you were young, you eKids
were probing everybody with your minds.
I felt it, but most others didn’t.
If he isn’t New Man he’s close.
He may know something is going on, even if he isn’t truly
telempathic. If you don’t mind, I’d like
to continue to keep that little secret under out hats, especially with this
kid. His family could hurt us.”
“What’s
up, Pop? Do you think he might have an
ulterior motive for coming here?”
“Don’t
you? What’s he doing, announcing his
existence after eighteen years? We may
have a spy in our midst.”
Emma
smiled. “Daddy, you used to be such a
trusting soul. If he’s a spy, it’s for
his family not for the government, I’ll bet.
Maybe they want to check us out, had you thought of that?”
Andrew
nodded. “I like to go through the front
door. If they want to know about us, why
don’t they ask us? We don’t hide much,
just the telempathy thing. Are they
looking for an ally or are they thinking we are the enemy? Get close to this kid, close enough to figure
out when he speaks the truth.”
Emma
looked as serious as she ever did.
“Daddy, there’s something else we have to talk about. I know this makes you uncomfortable, but
let’s be frank. I’m not getting any
younger, you know. I’m an adult. Even you have to agree with that! I have needs.
So do my sisters.”
Andrew
looked uncomfortable. “Okay, okay, you
have needs. What am I supposed to do about it?”
Emma
gave him a very sexy smile. “Oh, Daddy,
I think you know exactly what you could do about it if you would only
relax. Come on, Daddy, please! I’ll be very good and I’ll stop
complaining. What do you say, huh?”
Andrew
was frustrated. “Emmy, we’ve been
through this before. You’re my little
girl. Would you please get this bee out
of your bonnet?”
“Okay,
so you’re turning me down again. Where
does that leave me, huh? Daddy, you know
that Edie and Eddie are pretty much self-sufficient. I mean that in all ways, if you catch my
drift.”
Andrew
grimaced. “Geez, Emmy; do we have to
talk about this?”
“Yes,
Daddy, we do. Edie and Eddie don’t
really need a man. But Elle and I
do. And we are the oldest. We’re too old for every boy in this college,
at least until today.”
“Oh,
so that’s what this is about! You see
this Eamon Turner character as someone who can scratch your itch. You thought by propositioning me again you
would make this kid look like a great alternative! I’m not as dumb as you think I am, you know.”
“Sure
you are, Daddy. But I love you
anyway. Daddy, I’m serious. It is going to be years until the oldest
other boys here are mature enough for Elle and me. And I don’t want to appear prejudiced, but
it’s unlikely I’ll find any H. sapien men that will interest me. This Eamon is it.”
“Sweetheart,
I know that from your point of view, this Eamon Turner is the only fish in the
sea. But from his point of view you’re
just another pretty girl. Be
careful. And just because you are horny
doesn’t mean you should be easy.”
“Daddy,
I’m not going to be easy! But I’m also
not going to be impossible!”
“Well
you do what you must, Emmy. But please
leave me out of the loop! I don’t want
to know! But tell me when you find out
about his political intensions. If he is
a spy, maybe we can ‘flip’ him, if you know what I mean.”
“Then
I’ll just have to be a little Mata Hari!
I’ll seduce him, then I’ll make him talk!”
“Emmy,
please! I’ve never questioned your
methods before and I won’t start now.
But don’t tell me how you come to find out things. That will just make me an accessory after the
fact. And it will also make me
miserable.”
“Oh,
Daddy, you do love me! You’re jealous!”
Andrew
put his arms around his daughter. “Of
course I love you; but not ‘that way’.
You’re my little girl and I want to protect you from those predatory men
out there who want to do the same things to you that I would have wanted to do to
you if I were eighteen. Believe me, I
know what this Eamon is thinking, and it isn’t pretty.”
Part 3
Eamon Turner lay on his bed thinking about this remarkable day. He felt like his life was turning upside down. His emotions were torn between loyalty to his family and wonder at his new surroundings.
The
Turner family had become one of the most powerful political forces in the
country over the past fifty years. The irresistible
combination of his Grandmother’s business prowess and his Grandfather’s
penchant for success in every endeavor he attempted had created an empire. His father, Jake Jr., was if anything more
talented that his parents, plus he had their financial resources and political
connections to draw upon.
The
Turners stood at the top of the heap in
They
were the most powerful family in the nation.
But standing off to the side, almost by itself, was this entity known as
“New Man”.
Here
was a group of children who claimed to be a different species from Homo
sapiens. The majority of them lived
together at
And
there was the Adkins family, who apparently controlled all that went on with
Eamon’s
grandmother, Melissa Turner, had ordered a thorough investigation of the
Adkins’ finances. The results were most
puzzling. The Adkins family had
nothing. Both wives received minimal
salaries for their positions. The family
owned the IAM Foundation plantation, for which they had paid one dollar. They got the same health and retirement benefits
made available to all employees of the Corporation and the University. But their net worth was a pittance.
Were
they hiding money in the corporation?
Further investigation showed that New Man Incorporated was a non-profit
organization. It gave away most of what
it made and plowed the rest into research and development. It looked like many of the best inventions at
the university found their way into the corporation product lines, but that all
seemed legal and above-board.
That’s
why Eamon had been sent to
He
lay in bed trying to understand what he had witnessed today. The Progenitor didn’t act like he controlled
anything, even his own daughter. He was
more like middle management called in for consultation.
But
the Progenitor’s daughter: here was the
most beautiful and exciting thing Eamon had ever seen. Her alluring body, her lovely face, even her
playful insults seemed to beckon to him.
He felt drawn to her in an almost spiritual way. She frightened him almost as much as she
excited him. Hers was a siren-song that
could ruin him - or complete him? Damn,
but he sure wanted to find out which.
And
the physical plant of New Man U. itself was incredible. That ceiling!
It looked like there was no ceiling at all, and yet Eamon knew that he
was at least sixty feet underground. Was
it a monster plasma panel? Was it fiber
optics? What the hell was it? And he had even felt a breeze blowing. Even though they were underground, the
sensation that they were outside was complete.
Eamon
hadn’t noticed Emma Adkins doing anything other than walking and talking. And
yet she had summoned her father and even changed the lettering on her
door. She must carry her own on-board
computer. Where is it? How does she control it?
Eamon
felt like he had walked into the next century.
And yet everyone seems so calm.
Everything seems so normal. Except
of course, everyone his age or under are super-geniuses.
They
didn’t put this on for his benefit. They
hardly noticed he was there. But Eamon
didn’t need any more convincing. His
eyes and heart told him that New Man is the real deal.
Eamon
slipped under the covers, his thoughts turning to Emma Adkins. E-man; she calls him E-man. This sexy thing can yank his chain at will
and all it does is make her more attractive.
Eamon had lost his virginity when he was fourteen years old. Every girl close to his age seemed to be
available. After all, he was tall,
strong, good looking, brilliant, and a Turner.
Girls fell into his lap, just as they had for his brother, his father,
and his grandfather.
But
all those girls suddenly seemed shallow.
He somehow knew that he could add the IQ’s of ever girl he had bedded to
date and they wouldn’t equal the intelligence of Emmy Adkins.
Her
casual sexiness and those eyes that seemed to have a life of their own; her
smile that held a thousand meanings; that perfect, perfect ass: all were made to seduce. Every aspect of her being made him think of
forever; what a frightening thought! He
had yet to hear a hundred words from her lips and he was already under her
spell. For the first time in his young
life, the word ‘love’ crept into the background of Eamon Turner’s thoughts.
Eamon’s
hand slid under the covers and began massaging his penis. His eyes were closed as once again he
envisioned that small round ass walking away from him, bouncing from side to
side in a tight little dance of seduction. He began pounding his hardness. ‘Fuck’, he
thought to himself, ‘she’s sexier clothed than any naked woman I’ve ever been
with’.
He
once again saw those silky smooth smiling lips.
He imagined them wrapping themselves around his now throbbing erection;
softly sexily sucking, driving him crazy with lust. Eamon’s hips lifted from the bed as his seed
surged from his cock, splashing strings of semen onto the skin of his
chest.
Eamon collapsed in exhaustion and
frustration. He had to have her. She had to be his. He couldn’t take being near her and not
having her. That would be too much for
him to bear.
Not
for the first time today, Eamon realized that he wanted Emmy Adkins now, often
and forever. He capitulated to her
charm. He was seduced by her spell. She was the only thing he ever needed and
didn’t yet have.
After
he had cleaned himself he was finally relaxed enough to go to sleep. As he drifted off he felt as if he could hear
her in his mind. She seemed to be
saying, “Be one with me my love.
Complete me. Take me. I’m yours.”