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   This is a repost of a story I wrote over a year ago, I'm pretty 
sure.  I'll probably continue it after this since it was well recieved 
the last time, but we'll see.

   Standard disclaimers and warnings apply.  I'm assuming that you've 
read the first part if you've gotten this far.  How am I doing?  :)

   
              The Happy Hacking Wizard's Guild, part 2:
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   Chris pulled off the AVM (Aural-Visual-Movement) from his person.   Not
as fancy as a neural interface, but it always did in a pinch.  It's what
most people who couldn't afford anything fancy used nowadays.

   He couldn't believe it.  That was his friend there and someone made him
into a her.  What a drop dead gorgeous buxom blonde haired bomshell, too!
Why if that wasn't Rob he might...  Well, maybe not.

   He sat down at Rob's terminal to see exactly what had happened.
According to the polygraph record, it was some flurry of activity.
He opened up a comm window to speak to Rob, who was still in the very
dark bedroom pacing about and looking nervous.

   "What, want me to dance for you now?"

   Chris laughed.  "Yeah right!  Hey look uh, just -what- were you doing
that made the polygraph light up like that?"

   Rob stammered, and those little fingers of his figited.  "Well, uh..."

   "What?"

   "I sort of... well, sort of played with myself."

   "You what?  Why'd you do that?  I thought you said you didn't like it."

   Rob snapped.  "I don't!  I mean well... right after it happened, 
something went screwy.  Uh, it kinda made me do it."

   Chris frowned and shook his head.  "Huh.  Well let me see what I can do
ok?  Just sit tight... and uh, don't do anything I wouldn't do."

   Rob flipped Chris off as the window closed.

   Chris decided he should start on the logs the computer kept.  Maybe he'd
find what was going on there.

   "Computer, login Chris-178639.   Punch up brain wave charts for Robert
Morgan Park and compare with the latest log."

   There was a bit of a discrepancy in Rob's brain wave patterns.  There 
were supposed to be safegaurds to prevent things like this from 
happening.  There hadn't been any reports of brain damage occuring from 
jacking in for years now.  It was supposed to be safe but here was his 
friend in danger of losing his mind most literally.

   He rushed over to the chamber and pushed the release button, but there
was absolutely no responce from the machine.  In a panic, he kept pressing 
the button repeatedly until the thought occured to him that a manual 
override might help.

   "Computer, initiate shutdown of the terminal chamber and disconnect
power to it."

   All he got was an annoying error beep.  He sat back down at the terminal
and looked for some other way to get his friend out.  He tried overriding
the chamber's locked out functions from the computer, again and again.
Each time he was greeted by an annoying error beep.   On the last try a 
rather funny looking message popped up.

   MAYBE IF MISSY HAD SOME FUN IT WOULD ALL WORK OUT.  -HHWG!

   Huh?  What the hell was this?  Someone was trying to be cute.

   "Computer, scan for viruses."

   It took the computer a few minutes to respond.

   "Neural interface control systems, neural emulation systems and local 
neural network have been comprimised.  Cannot reboot."

   Chris had no idea what to do now.  He put on the AVM interface again and
reappeared before Rob, who was sitting there in that body, with a bedsheet
wrapped around it.   He looked tense.

   "Why are you back here?  I told you get me out!"

   "Uh, Rob uh... there's a problem."

   "What kind of problem?  You can't get me out?"

   "It's worse than that.  Uh, some kinda virus infected your system.  I
can't even get it to reboot."

   Rob was so taken by this news he forgot the sheet wrapped around his
drop dead gorgeous buxom blonde haired body was being held in place by his
arm.  Chris got a pretty good view of this body Rob now inhabited virtually.
Whoever these people were who made this virus, they certainly were able
and willing.  She definately was gorgeous.  Any real woman with a face like
that could charm the pants off a guy.  She was buxom, too.  A chest like 
that most woman usually pay for.  And blonde hair, lots of it!  She 
looked... sexy, and beautiful, and Rob was right now trapped in that 
body.  Rob grumbled as he wrapped his body back up.

   "Fuck!  Well what do I now?  I can't stay in here forever!  My body
will atrophy!  I'll go crazy!  Chris, do something!"

   "Ok!  Ok!  Just calm down!  First thing we do is call emergency, ok?"

   Rob nodded slowly, trying to calm down.  "Ok.  But they really can't
do much.  I'm gonna need someone who can get me the hell off of this thing!"

   Chris sighed.   He was at a loss.  Rescue could force the door open and
literally pull the plug on the chamber, but that might cause such a shock to
Rob that he might not survive.  All this technology around him and a damn
little virus can do all this.  A little program.  A little program that
disoeys all the rules.  A program.

   Chris snapped his fingers and beamed at Rob, who looked confused to say
the least.

   "I think I know the guy!"



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   Jenny knocked on the door.   There was no answer.  She knocked on it 
again, but to no avail.   He was definately too wrapped up in whatever he
was doing this time.   She pressed the intercom button and shouted.

   "Annnndeeeeee!  Andy Summers open the goddamned door!"

   Andrew Jeremiah Summers: world's biggest flake, she thought.  They'd been
friends since junior high school.  Back then he was a bit of a geek, 
what with coming up with odd and unsual ways of doing ordinary things.   
It was her friend Chris who'd introduced her to him way back then.  
Apparently he had a crush on her but didn't have the brevity to come to 
her and admit it, and since Chris was his friend too, he had asked Chris 
to help.  That was a long time ago now.  After an on and off romance in 
high school, which desolved  less than a year into college, now they're 
just friends.  He was just too weird she thought.  It's a good thing he 
was smart and finished engineering school or else he'd never be able to 
hold down any job.

   After a few more minutes of waiting there at the front porch, Jenny was
about to give up and leave when the intercom finnally sprang to life again.

   "Oh!  God I almost forgot!  Hold on I'll open then door!"

   Now that was strange.  Who's voice was that?  Did Andy finnally get a 
real life and got a real girlfriend?  This was definately interesting.   Andy
never seemed to have time for many friends except for her and a few others,
and he'd invited her over today to show her something new he'd gotten or
something.   So what, was he going to show her his new girlfriend?   He did
have a bit of maturing to do, didn't he?

   "Andy is that you?"

   She heard the double door's many latches unlock.   He lived in a very 
well to do neighborhood --it's a wonder no one there ever complained about
his eccentric behavior, go fig-- so why he felt the need to keep so much
security around his house was a mystery.   Finnally she heard the manual
latches being pulled.  The door was swinging open.   She stood there 
ready to lecture her friend again on certain courteseys such as 
remembering when you've invited someone over.   What she saw when the 
door opened however was enough to almost make her loose her balance in 
shock.

   It certainly didn't look like Andy, and if it was his girlfriend, she
must have been from another planet or something.  Standing in the threshhold
right in front of her was a rather voluptious fox lady, wearing not much
more than a very skimpy bikini.  She looked like something you'd expect 
to see in virtual reality, but there she was standing there real as life, 
her long blonde and bouncy hair flowing in the gentle breeze between the 
hot and humid outside and the cool air conditioned inside, her black 
tipped ears twitching and perked in the direction of Jenny, and her 
similarly tipped tail swishing back and forth.   Jenny thought she'd 
finnally lost her sanity as she took too many steps back and stumbled on 
the step.   She would have fallen on the pavement too if the fox lady 
hadn't reacted quickly and grabbed her.

   Jenny stared into the fox lady's face in disbelief.  "Uh, you're not 
Andy's girlfriend... are you?"

   The fox lady smirked as she helped Jenny back up.  She definately felt 
real enough.   The fur felt geniune, and the body felt warm and fleshy, not 
hard like it was some plastic special effect.   She knew there'd been some
radical advances in genetic engineering in the last few years, but this was
too much.

   "Huh?  Oh my god!  I totally forgot I was still in this thing!"

   The fox lady felt herself as she gasped in reaction.  Apparently she
was almost as surprised as Jenny was.   She felt her ears and stroked her
hair and tail and started chuckling.

   "Heh.  Gosh Jenny.  I'm sorry.  It's me," the fox lady grinned.

   Jenny peered at the voluptious perky vulpinoid apparent in half doubt.

   "Andy?"

   The fox lady giggled and nodded.

   "Yeah!  Amazing, isn't it?   It's like so totally different!  Come on, I'll
show you!"

   The fox lady swiveled around, waving her arm to motion Jenny inside 
as she bounced back into the house.  Jenny walked in cautiously.   Maybe 
she was still at home asleep and this was all a dream.  She said she was 
Andy, and she new Andy had a penchant for trying new and different 
things, but this? This was all just too much weird for one day.

   The cute fox lady sauntered over towards the basement door, and as she
opened it, beckoned Jenny to follow.  As the fox lady made her way down the
stairs, Jenny crept down them, looking around her as if someone was about
to pop out of the woodwork and yell 'Surprise!' or maybe something worse.
Her vulpinoid host wasted no time.  By the time Jenny had made it down
the stairs, the fox lady was sitting at Andy's terminal.   The unit was
on, and the polygraph showed someone was in his chamber.  She turned around 
and sure enough, it was occupied; the unit was in operation.   Still, she
crossed her arms in a skeptical posture as she turned back towards the fox
lady.

   "So uh... where did you get that... thing?"

   "Hold on, lemme get out of it first," the fox lady said.

   The lady fox stood back up, and saunterd over to a corner of the room.
As she stood there, she suddenly became motionless and lifeless.  As if her
soul had just left her body and now she was nothing but a hunk of flesh and
fur.   A few moments later Jenny swiveled around again towards the sensory
deprivation chamber as she heard its door's latch unlock, and saw the door
swing open.

   Andy crawled out from the chamber, with some cables still connected to
him, and completely disheveled.  It looked like he was coming out of
hibernation after a long winter.  It took him a while to stand on his own
real feet and proclaim, "Ta-da!"

   Jenny frowned.  "You scared the shit outta me!  I thought I was having
a bad trip or something you dickhead!"

   Andy laughed at Jenny and in an apparent fit of anger, she went over 
to him and whapped him one on the shoulder.  He winced and howled and 
made like she'd really hurt him though it didn't hurt him much at all.  
Their pretended aggression faded pretty quickly though when they gave 
each other a hug.

   "Really I am sorry I scared ya.   I'm glad you could make it!"

   "Yeah well... what is that thing anyway," Jenny said as she motioned to
indicate the now frozen fox lady.

   "That, my darling, is the latest in bleeding edge cybernetic technology!
They lent it to me to test.  That thing could fool your friends, your 
grandma and your dog into believing it's a living breathing organism!  
Ain't it just great?!?"

   Jenny nodded in complete agreement.  It definately fooled her.   There
were a few things that stood out in her mind though.

   "It's cute, Andy, but I gotta ask.  Why a fox lady?"

   Andy shrugged.  "Why not?  They said they could make it just about 
anything I asked for so that seemed like something that'd be really 
cool!  Hey, you wanna try it?"

   Jenny made a frown at Andy and shook her head.  "Uh, no thanks."

   She walked over to the lifeless body.   It still felt warm, though not as
warm as before.  Its arm was limp in her grasp.  It was downright spooky.
It looked, felt, damn it even smelled like it was real.

   "Cool, huh?   It can emulate every biological function.  Sweat, or 
panting here I guess, eye moisture, saliva.  Hell, even its uh, well you 
get the idea!"

   Jenny turned to give Andy a stare as he grinned back at her foolishly.
She nodded to him, though she sighed and shook her head to herself.   Andy
was a weird one alright.   Next thing you know he'll state that emulating
her period would be cool.

   MORE TO COME


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