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Subject: RP: TG New U ch.4

Obviously, the characters and situations presented are fiction and any
resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.  Please
feel free to post or archive with notification. Otherwise, this work
should be considered copyright 1997 Jeffrey S. Rose and no part should
be published in printed form except for review/critical analysis, or
offered for sale without consent of the author.

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Jeffrey S Rose (jsrose@ix.netcom.com)

"Lineage, social status; why should these things matter so much?
That's how grown-ups are. If that's so, I'd be happier as a child,
never growing up."
- Washuu (Tenchi-Muyo!, OAV#8, Hello Baby)

"All humans, without exception, want love. No organic or emotional, or
psychological damage can remove that need. Humans can survive, albeit
in pain, without being loved - but lock a man in a dungeon and he will
find an ant to love, or try to. The sociopath, who feels no emotions,
wishes he could love, and is driven mad by his impotence."
- Michael Finn "Callahan's Secret


New U: Chapter 4, Happy Birthday Jamie By Jeff Rose 1997

Sweet Dreams are born inside you Sweet Dreams are made to last Sweet
thoughts within your make up These thoughts will always last -'Sweet
Dreams' Jon Anderson / David Foster Cotillion Music & Yessongs
Ltd.1970

Lend me your ear, while I call you a fool You were kissed by a witch,
one night in the wood And later insisted your feelings were true The
Witch's Promise was coming ...  -'Witch's Promise' Ian Anderson
Published by Rare Blood Music Inc. 1970

At eight Monday morning, Anne walked as calmly as she as she could to
Jamie's room. He had spent the last three days at an Anime Convention,
and had come home flushed with excitement. In the six months he had
been living with the girls, she had rarely seen him so up. His
friends, Matt and Ron, had helped move his purchases and bags up to
his room last night before wishing him a happy birthday and leaving.
Jamie had explained on his first day with them that he always took the
weekend of Otakon off for his birthday since the two events were
usually on the same week.  Two days before, the package Anne, Chris
and Beth had been waiting for rrived and today they would give Jamie a
real birthday party.

Jamie had been up since five this hazy August morning. It would be too
hot to work outside by eleven so he made sure the weeding on the south
plot was up to date. He had planted tall grass and ground cover out
there and once weeds became established, it would be well nigh
impossible to get them out. As Jamie stepped out of his shower Jon
Anderson was telling how, "..the Teacher traveled, asking to be shown
the same ..", to the gentle accompaniment of Messrs. Howe,
Wakeman,Squire and Bruford*. Toweling his hair dry, he padded over to
the computer to check his schedule for the day.  "All that's left is
to finish hooking up the satellite feed to the server and check
alignment. I should be done by lunch." Given the lightness of his day,
he was surprised to find he had no e-mail requesting the
"one-more-things" that he usually found in his in box. It had taken
him a month to fix his schedule so as to keep time open for all the
little extra things Chris and Beth would think of in the wee hours.
Anne would usually ask in person and if she couldn't find him, assume
he was too busy.  Smart lass. Or at least very considerate.  Jamie was
checking the girls' schedules (and was surprised to find he was locked
out), when he heard his doorknob turning. He quickly transferred the
towel on his head to his waist and tried leap back to the bathroom as
the door opened.  "Jamie we'd like see yo..whoopsie!"Anne pulled her
head back and left the door open a crack Ah well, make that a
considerate doctor who sometimes forgets to knock. Jamie thought,
dragging a pair of BVD'S and Levis from his dresser he called,"Sorry,
first show's at two.", pulling the jeans on he added, "Come in Anne,
the gun's holstered and I think the safety's on." He began hunting
through his bags for one of the t-shirts he'd picked up at the con.
"So what's up that demands a full house meet without notice?"
"Something that needs to be taken care of today, but it'll take ll of
us working together.", Anne said evasively, looking over the room and
it's occupant. As usual Jamie was wearing full length jeans, murder
during a Maryland summer where the temp was hitting 110 with 70%
humidity. Was he really that self-conscious? She briefly recalled
she'd never seen him in shorts before, except when she gave him his
physical. We'll take care of that today. "By the way, Chris and Beth
took care of the dish hookup the day you left." "Great!, did anyone
remember to do a complete system backup before hooking into the
mainframe at the home office."Jamie asked, pulling on a t-shirt that
seemed about two sizes too big.She recognized a big Totoro featured on
the front and let her eyes continue scanning the room.  It was
definitely a male's room. But there was a strange mix of mature and
immature. The furniture and shelving were all in oak and matched the
wood paneling flawlessly. The bedspread, curtain and shades were muted
earth tones. The place would look downright dark if it weren't for the
huge number of posters, prints and dolls from various anime shows
plastered on the walls and stuffed on the shelves between books that
seemed ready to come squirting out the first time you touched them.
She stepped over to a 10" girl in an oddly retro flying suit.  "This
doll's new, isn't it?", She asked.  "Yeah, I've been looking for a
Nausicaa for a long time. The resin kits are easy to get hold of, but
I don't really have time to work on them properly. Ready to go?" As
they walked out to the hall, Anne asked, "Don't you ever get male
dolls?" Jamie blushed a bit on that one. "They don't make dolls like
those usually.", He felt he would appear overly defensive to inform
Anne they were called vinyl kits.  "Besides, the women are typically
the most interesting characters in anime.  Then there's the fact I've
never found men to be aesthetically pleasing ....uh, compared to women
that is." Reviewing those last words Jamie felt a blush creeping onto
his cheeks that amused Anne. Crosing his eyes to make light of the
situation he asked, "Did that come out right?" "Well, it seems to be
just laying there gasping for air. Let's see if we can't get it up and
moving.", Anne tried to quip. It broke the tension though, and she
managed to get Jamie so engrossed in explaining his views on the
contrasting merits of female versus male forms that he missed the
crowd at the foot of the stairs until they yelled.

"SURPRISE!!"

Matt and his family, Ron (with current love in toe) along with Chris,
Beth all grabbed Jamie and dragged him out to Ron's van. As Beth
finished securing his seat belt, Anne leaned over and kissed him on
the lips(!) briefly. "Thought I was going to let you get away with
that stunt you pulled two weeks ago, huh?" Chris and Beth broke out
with an explanation for those not involved.  Jamie had been drafted
into making sure Anne wouldn't see Beth and Chris prepare her party.
He had arranged several system crashes on the LAN (after making sure
the backups were up to date.) and reprogrammed All the TVs and VCRs to
play nothing but Disney and the Weather Channel before sending her to
Glen Burnie (on the opposite side of the beltway) to pick up a part he
"needed" to fix the LAN. Her other option being to shovel fresh
fertilizer for the garden out of the pickup and let him get the part.
A call to Ron at the shop meant she would spend at least an hour there
while Ron tried to figure out where "the guy who took the call" had
put the part.  When Anne finally got back, Jamie was worried he'd
taken the joke too far. For the first time since he'd known Anne, she
looked like she would seriously like to reach down some poor schmuck's
throat and pull his testicles up for him to see. Since Jamie was the
only eligible candidate for such treatment, he'd made sure Chris and
Beth were between he and Anne when she opened the door.  Ron's van
took the party to the beach where Jamie got his first present from
Anne. When Jamie ( with mock lament), mentioned his lack of
swimwearwhile they set up, Anne just reached into the sports bag she'd
put down and tossed a pair of trunks at him. They impacted squarely on
his face.  "Gee, thanks.", Jamie intoned sarcastically as he tilted
his face down and let the trunks drop into his hands. Then he got a
good look at them. They were hot pink with a black elastic waistband
and black piping down the sides."Anne!?" "Off with you get changed! No
need to thank me. When you get home, You'll find about ten more pair
of regular shorts. I got tired of worrying about you keeling over from
sunstroke every time you work outside.", Just as Jamie opened the door
to the changing room Anne added, " And hurry we've got a busy day
planned!"

When Jamie got back, Matt started in on his friend's new clothes,
until his wife, in a very loud whisper asked Anne where she found such
darling trunks.

The rest of the day was something of a blur to Jamie as everyone
seemed to be determined to hit the birthday boy in the face either
with a present (The clothes weren't so bad, but the CD case and that
video tape had hurt, dammit!) or a drink. Chris got him Valis! He
thought they dropped Matt, Sue and the kids off on the way back from
the beach. He remembered little Jodie grimly apologizing for getting
sand in his cake. Ron and his girlfriend (what IS her NAME?) departed
after sampling some appetizers at TGI Friday's and then ...

* * *

"Thanks Ron, we can take it from here." Ron had his doubts, but Anne
and the others seemed determined to take care of Jamie themselves. He
close the front door quietly on his inebriated friend.  Chris and Beth
began to lift Jamie from the couch and move him to the lab.  "Ack!
Y'know I'm the first one to refuse inappropriate (Ugh!) displays of
chivalry Anne but..." "Ron would've taken Jamie to his room and we'll
need to monitor him in (Humph!) the lab.  Chris, the scan lock,
please." Getting the nearly 200 lb. man on the table produced even
more grunting and not a few explcatives from Beth. Once Jamie was on
the table still snoozing away, Anne began prepping the package they
received on friday.  "You know, we never got around to telling Jamie
about this last gift." Chris mentioned while pulling Jamie's t-shirt
over his head. "Remember what he did when we were chatting him up
about virtual immortality?" "Yeah, answered Beth,"the little warehouse
of trivia here started humming the theme to "Highlander".  "We could
try to wake him.", Chris suggested, after hanging a collection bag of
the bottom of the table and preparing the catheter.  "No time now. The
treatment's at temperature. We use it now or start over.  "What about
all the alcohol in his system?" "S-1's will clean it out. Catheters in
place?" "Aye." "Starting drip."

* * *

As usual, Jamie's computer woke up before him. It waited patiently
through five minutes (At 200 MHz, that's a long time indeed.) and
started the CD in the tray.  Jethro Tull began to fill the room while
the computer flashed "Wake up sleepy-head! Time to start another
adventure in the game of life!" on its screen. Waiting the full 3.5
min. for "Witch's Promise" to end (Jamie taught his computer not to be
rude.), it then ran a WAV file of Jamie screaming (He, on the other
hand...) at himself to wake the fuck up.  Waiting another 10 min. the
computer decided no one was in the room after all and promptly shut
itself down. While the assumption had been quite correct for the past
two days, it was patently false today and would be again tomorrow.

* * *

The darkness was pierced by music and dreams of memory. Jamie was
bounced unceremoniously through a tour of his life to date. He tried
to grab hold of the better memories. The birthdays. The first time a
girl (Sarah Rogers) slipped him the tongue. The surprise when he found
out Stephanie Jackson really was interested in him. Finding a pristine
mint copy of the first Ninja Hgh School Yearbook. He skimmed by first
time he met Rose, but landed in the middle of the phone call where she
told him she was returning his ring. He was so close to suiciding that
night, (That wasn't the reason though, was it?)eight months later she
called again and his dreams, both then and now filled with the vision
of a little girl (THAT'S the reason.) who had Rose's pixy face and
grace, but no trace of his...Red paint! How the heck did he get red
paint on his thumb? Some of the other kids were finger painting,
must've spilt some where he was putting away the big building blocks.
Teacher's so upset. It doesn't even feel... cold. God, the barrel of
that gun felt cold against the back of his ..."Head on back man.
She's been doing the horizontal bop with that guy the whole time you
were..."

"..gone! Get the fuck up you twit!", The computer blared in Jamie's
voice and fell silent.

"Aw Scum Puppies! It's late." Jamie couldn't bring himself to scramble
out of bed as normal so he settled for a slow crawl to the bathroom.
Every muscle in his body was stiff, his whole body itched like he
hadn't bathed in days, and his brain felt wrapped in muslin that was
pressing gently against the backs of his eyes. If he didn't know any
better he'd have sworn he was last stages of a hangover. But he never
got hangovers. Not after drinking. His trick metabolism usually
started his hangovers while he was drinking. Since it was hard to
enjoy being drunk with a splitting headache, he rarely drank to
excess.  Except , the trick didn't work when he mixed beer and hard
liquor. "Oh shit." Jamie looked around the floor for vomit, but none
was there and his stomach was actually reporting that it was a mite
peckish. He told it to wait til after his bath, then tell him about
how hungry he was. In the meantime, It would have to make do with
coffee from the one cupper on the bathroom sink.  It was only when he
reached over for the little vacuum jar he kept in the medicine cabinet
that he realized there was a lot more ar around his balls than normal.
Looking down while humming the theme to the Jack Benny show, he noted
with a little irritation, the underwear he bought last week was being
held up solely through the heroic efforts of his morning woody. "Good
job man. I knew I kept you around for something.", Jamie mumbled as he
lifted the waistband of the BVDs and let them fall to his ankles.  He
started the tub and turned to the bowl. Dropping his voice an octave
and a half to honor the little trooper between his legs with his best
Darth Vader. "You have served your master well...."

* * *

"Beth, " Anne asked around her bagel, "who's on monitor duty?" Beth
sipped her tea. "I turned it down.", She grimaced mildly, " Jethro
Tull sucks.", Turning the volume on the baby monitor back up both
women were treated to the sound of running water and the voice of
James Earl Jones intoning, ".. Now feel the full power of the dork
side of the farce!" "Anne, you were right, he's definitely more
comfortable waking up in his own room."

* * *

The hot water of the bath was working its magic. The eerie feeling
from uneasy dreaming and the tense muscles loosened in the warm cocoon
of the water's embrace. The steam was dissolving muslin that was
interfering with his synapsis and his brain quietly reminded him he
was running late and should cut this short.  Jamie began scrubbing in
earnest.  "Oh fer the.. Wasn't it enough that you guys decided to
migrate from my head?" Jamie whined, as he looked from the washcloth
(caked as it was with dead skin and not quite brown hair), and back
down to his very clean (But quite hairless) chest. Picking himself up
from the tub, he felt even more waterlogged and doughy filth sloughed
off his body. The water was turning a ruddy brown as the stuff
diffused into it. Then the steam rising from the water picked up the
smell and Jamie's empty stomach retched.  Pulling the stopper from the
tub,he grabbed the shower wand began furiously scrubbing the remaining
reside from his body. Jamie thought back to what Anne said in the van.
"Dipping me in depilatory, huh?, Didn't think Anne had it in her." He
smiled at the work that had to go into this joke."I wonder how long it
took Beth work out a formula that could stay on overnight without
burning the skin." "Lets see, Anne comes up with the idea, Beth and
Chris run with it.  Anne wouldn't have the meanness to do it without
the other two to egg her on." He decided. Then Beth, the chemist works
out the formula. But she really doesn't like to get touchy with
anyone; so that leaves Chris to apply the stuff. I wonder if I enjoyed
it? Jamie shook his head and chuckled at the naughty thought.
Examining himself more closely, he noted that not only wasn't his skin
irritated, but he was having a hard time seeing the moles that dot
everyone's skin. "Damn, a full chemical peel, with a skin conditioner
built in? Wonder why they left my pits and crotch alone? Probably the
skin's too sensitive there.", He decided, absentmindedly scratching
his chest.  Grabbing the shampoo, he looked at the bottle and poured
some in his hand. Then looked at the little pool in his hand, sniffed
and satisfied there was no danger, slapped the stuff onto the top his
... hair! Not the fine wispy stuff heredity had condemned him to, but
the thick mat he remembered from his youth. As soon as he got tired
playing with this hair weave, or whatever it was he had to find
whatever listening device they had set up ( At least he hoped there
wasn't a video of this to worry about.), and get a look at himself in
the mirror before he got rid of the rug currently attached to his
scalp.  In the meantime... "God I wish this were real."
* * *
Chris was in the lab listening intently to "Blood Music".
Specifically, she was listening to the musical interpretation of the
mathematical algorithm that was Jamie's DNA signature after his
treatment. She was comparing t to the version in the server from the
time she and Beth had programed and prepped his treatment for
production at the home office. She glanced over at the cooker she kept
for on site experimentation. "Sorry Kiddo, you're fine for instant
prototype creation, but Harry's got much better with QC equipment than
I do." Still, Chris prided herself on having a good ear and although
Beth cleared the final product as matching the version in the server
to 5 decimal places, She couldn't shake the feeling the tune (in both
cases) had changed subtlety. And there was the fact that Jamie had
been out for 96 hours instead of the projected 48.  She raised the
headphones to her ears lost herself in the nuances of Jamie's Blood
Music again. Then the computer cut in announcing a phone call being
routed through the home office.

* * *

Anne knocked quietly on the door to Jamie's room. Beth was standing
ready to break it in if necessary. Both were mildly worried. They had
been halfway up the stairs when Jamie's voice came out of the baby
monitor in Beth's hand.  "You'll forgive me, I need to be alone with
my thoughts for a moment.  If you'd like to wait outside my door, I'll
be right with you." The monitor switched off then.  Jamie's voice had
been calm and collected, although there was a slight edge to it. Anne
tried to run the last half of the stair, But Beth held her back.
"We'll get there soon enough."She said.

* * *

Jamie stood in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at himself. After
finding the baby monitor by his lamp, He had pulled on a fresh set of
clothes. But, he was in such a hurry he failed to notice that the
underwear was just as loose as the pair he discarded earlier. Jamie
similarly missed the fact that although he'd pulled the belt as tight
as it could go, his levis were riding low on his hips. Or, for that
matter, that his t-shirt was hanging somewhere below his crotch and
hung like a jersey length.  Jamie put his glasses back fter one
abortive try. He was seeing clearly without his glasses.  The hair was
real. It was short ;maybe two inches of growth and lighter.  But it
was real. He wondered if the eyes were as well. He continued staring
after hearing the girls knock.  "S'not locked." Jamie called. This
cannot be reality, he thought to himself.  "Must be video." The man in
the mirror said.

* * *
Anne and Beth made their way to the bathroom, where the light was on.
"Jamie, you alright?" Jamie's back was to the pair and he was blocking
their view of the mirror, but it was clear that the treatment was
having an effect. They hadn't noticed just how much the nanites had
slimmed Jamiedown. If she didn't know better, Anne would have guessed
he was emulating the loose fit style that the kids were currently
wearing. Both of them were surprised at the regrowth of hair however.
The bald spot on the back of Jamie's head had been replaced by a dense
growth of honey blonde hair. The rest of his hair had grown out
similarly. Anne reached out to run her fingers through the dirty
blonde hair that encompassed the rest of his head. It now ran down to
the base of his neck and the roots were the same honey color as the
top.  Jamie turned quickly and Anne found herself face to face with
the man.  This also was odd.  Anne assumed that Jamie had been
slightly hunched at the sink. Now there was no doubt in her mind that
Jamie was standing straight but his head had to tilt up slightly to
meet her gaze.  It was that gaze that caused Anne to gasp though.
Before, Jamie had deep hazel green eyes, with little flecks of gold
embedded around the pupil and a faint ring of brown around the outer
edge of the iris. Now the iris was turquoise with faint spokes of blue
radiating out from the pupil.  "Yeah, they kinda look back at you."
Jamie commented with a forced smile. "Now would you like to tell me
what's going on, or should I guess." "Happy 31st Birthday?" Beth
offered.

End ch.4 Jeff Ros 1997















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