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MAU: The Adventures of Lisa and Jeri Chapter 13 "What?" Jeri's clear sunglasses went to night vision mode and showed a tracking dot. Lights in the factory went out. Through an open ventilation hatch a creature entered, she'd never thought to see. Jeri thought she saw an Angel. A flash of red on her wrist caught Jeri's eye only briefly. She stared open mouthed at the beautiful nude woman and white wings spread before her. The woman held her hands up palms outward in a non-threatening manner. Jeri realized as the woman settled to the ground before her that she was not nude and only the undersides of the wings were white. On the upper surface, the wings were brownish black. The woman looked about the same age as Jeri. She had long black glossy hair braided on either side and wrapped in brown leather with laces. She was dressed in a leather-like halter-top that had on one side a stalking panther and the other a striking falcon. A dream catcher like small hoop with a blue stone held by thin wire threads held the two breast cups together. A fringed thin strip of the same material for a loincloth covered the woman's crotch. A rising sun flared where it went between her legs. Heeled moccasin boots completed the ensemble. For jewelry, the woman wore only two silver bracelets, one flashing red from its gemstone, and a pair of American Indian war shield styled earrings. "Hi Lisa, I'm Dawnstrike. I'm a friend," she said to Jeri. "Uh, I'm not Lisa. I'm Jeri," Jeri replied. "Oh I'm sorry Jeremy," Dawnstrike turned slightly and said, "Then you're Lisa Thatcher," to Lisa. Jeri gulped. How did this girl know? Lisa's avatar flashed into being. Dozens of red dots suddenly made the winged woman look like she had measles. "Who are you and what are you doing here?" Lisa asked firmly. "I'm Jaimie Williams," Dawnstrike replied. "And that means?" Jeri asked. "I'm your neighbor well I used to be," Jamie replied. "I don't know any Jaimie," Jeri answered. "And we don't have or have ever had any neighbors here named Jaimie," Lisa added. "Look, I don't mean you any harm. I'll explain everything. Just could we turn off the lasers? They're making me a little nervous," Jamie said. The dots disappeared. Jamie looked at her flashing bracelet. "I mean really off. I've had a bad experience with guns misfiring recently and I really don't want a repeat." "My guns don't misfire," Lisa stated. Her eyes seemed to narrow fractionally. "You have ten seconds to tell us why we should talk to you." "I know about the box you found in the Taylor's barn and your mom misses you," Jaimie said. Jeri looked at the avatar and the avatar looked back. She shrugged. The bracelet quit blinking and the winged woman seemed to relax. Jeri moved back over to the chair she had been lounging in earlier. She started to offer it to the winged woman and realized that there was no way she could sit in such a chair. The woman would need a large crate or stool to sit on. Otherwise, her wings would be mashed against the floor. "Lisa, why don't you have Duey bring a crate over for our guest. I'll go get us some tea. It looks like this might take a while," Jeri said. "That's fine Jeri, I can get some answers first," Lisa interrupted. "She's got claws that you can't see." "Lisa just relax. If she wanted to harm us she could've tried something when she first came here," Jeri said. "Just send a drone to get tea and hot chocolate." Jaimie seemed to turn a little green and asked, "Could you bring some crackers? My stomach's been a little nauseous lately." Jeri nodded at Lisa's avatar. She flounced her hair and Jeri could hear a drone moving towards the lift to her apartment. "So when's the baby due?" Lisa asked bluntly. "Baby?" Jaimie asked. "Yeah the one you're carrying. It's hard to tell how old it is may be two months. You've got so much metal in your skeleton it's hard to scan even with ultrasonics." Lisa said baldly. Jeri watched as the color drained completely from the woman's face. Suddenly she started to collapse. Jeri was there instantly to catch her. It was awkward trying to hold the woman without the wings getting in the way. She helped ease the woman to the ground. Jamie started to recover. Tears started flowing down her face. "I should've known. I wasn't born yesterday and it wasn't like I fell off the turnip truck. What an idiot I am," she sobbed. She stood up and started wiping her tears. "Geez Lisa, would you stop looking inside someone every time they show up?" Jeri snarled. "Hey I'm just being cautious. She's got more metal in her than Huey. The last time I saw a skeleton look kind of like that was when we saw X-2: United." Lisa replied. Suddenly the avatar's jaw dropped and she turned to look at Jaimie. "Jeri get back from her. She's dangerous like Wolverine." "Cut the crap Lisa. This girl's in no shape to fight anyone and even so I doubt she could hurt this outfit you got me," Jeri replied. "You don't understand Jeri. She's got Admantium claws and bullet proof skeleton and I'll bet she regenerates like Wolverine does too," Lisa said. "Well if she feels like taking a swing at me then I'll worry about it. Right now just be quiet," Jeri said. Lisa's avatar flounced away and winked out. Her shell sat with a single camera lens clearly focused on the pair. "Well so much for dramatic, save the day entrances," Jaimie said. "Let's start over. Hi! I'm... I was Jimmy Williams. I'm sorry but I'm the one that found and activated the box you used." She stuck out her hand. "Hi! I'm Jeremy Miles Hatcher now known as Jeri Kimberly Knight. That intrusive pile of metal over there is my sister Lisa. She's now a shell person thanks to me," Jeri said. The two women looked each over and smiled. Then Jeri said, "Looks like we both ran into the fairy godmother." Jaimie laughed and wiped her face some more. "Yeah only she did more than give us a pretty dress to wear." Jaimie grabbed her stomach and said, "I could really use those crackers about now." The drone rolled up with some tea, hot chocolate and saltines. Neither girl really noticed how cold the factory was - Jeri because of her clothing and Jaimie because of her physical form. "So how did you find the box?" Jeri asked. Jaimie waved her hand as she tried to hurriedly finish chewing the cracker stuffed in her mouth. "Oh that feels so much better. Well at least now, I know it's not the flu or something worse, or... Shit! I'm pregnant what am I going to do? Never mind, it's not your problem." Jaimie said. "I tripped over the MAU in Larry's room," Jaimie said. She sipped the Earl Grey tea. "MAU?" Lisa asked, suddenly the avatar was back sitting on a stool like Jaimie. "Morphic Adaptation Unit, at least that's the closest English translation I can make," Jaimie said. "Larry?" Jeri asked. "Larry Taylor, my best friend, well he was," Jaimie said. A frown and a shadow dimmed her features for a moment. "He actually found the unit but it was buried in a pile in his room. I tripped over it when I went to see him just before school started." "Okay I know him. I took care of his family's animals," Jeri said. "What do you mean 'English Translation'?" Lisa asked. "Well the thing was made by aliens. From what I learned about them that's roughly what the name translates as. Technically they're a Mark V unit," Jaimie said. "As opposed to a?" Jeri asked. "Mark I through X," Jaimie answered. "I take it since you're not Jimmy instead of Jaimie there's no way to make yours work again and change back the way you were," Lisa stated. "Yeah. It wouldn't work on me anyway, if I'm pregnant, as that would harm a life," Jaimie answered. "You are," Lisa stated emphatically. "So once one has been found and turned on, when it quits that's it; no more presto change-o," Jeri half asked. She stood up and paced, nibbling on a nail while thinking about what Jaimie said. She had been secretly hoping that she could somehow activate the one she brought back from Myanmar. "No humanly possible way," Jaimie declared. "How do you know so much about these things anyway?" Jaimie asked. "Larry and I decided to find out where these things came from and get an instruction manual. We went to find the manufacturers. Turns out we're a few thousand years late for a manufacturers' extended warranty," Jaimie said. "How did you find all this out? I mean how could you find out who made these things?" Jeri asked. "Well we tracked them down," Jaimie said, "kind of like I found you." "You traced where these things originated?" Lisa asked, "and went to where they were made?" Jaimie nodded in the affirmative. "How?" Jeri asked. Jaimie shrugged, "Flew, like I came here." "Where?" Jeri asked. "About fifty six thousand eight hundred and seventy five light years that way," Jaimie said pointing at an angle into the floor towards the east. "That's impossible!" Jeri said. "Not for Superman or Dawnstrike, although it takes about three days," Jaimie replied. "You and Larry flew like to where these things were made?" Jeri said incredulously. Jaimie nodded affirmatively. "Awesome," Jeri said, "What was it like?" "I never realized how beautiful and empty space could be," Jaimie replied. She began telling them the amended tale of how she and Larry flew to a relic starport of the Fwirthi Empire. She told Jeri and Lisa how she became Dawnstrike while Larry was Superman. She related their capture by the Scyllards and subsequent escape. "So Larry is the father?" Jeri asked. Jaimie nodded yes. "Are you going to tell him?" Jeri asked. Jaimie shrugged noncommittally, "We haven't really seen each other since we got back." "Oh, I'm sorry," Jeri said and gave Jaimie a squeeze on the knee. Jaimie reached out patted her hand and then looked up and flashed Jeri a smile of thanks. "You said something about a library?" Lisa asked. "Well it's not really a library, more like an information center," Jaimie said. "What did you find there?" Lisa asked. "Maps, history, medical and some starship information," Jaimie said, "Do you want to see some of it?" Lisa said, "Sure!" Jaimie fiddled with her dream catcher and a holographic display came into view. In a moment, Lisa was entranced as physics and quantum mechanics principles flashed too quickly for the eye to follow. There followed some information on materials and star craft designs as well as weaponry. When it got to photos, Jeri had Jaimie slow the displays of the wonders of the galaxy. "Wow, that's so cool! I wish I could see those things," Jeri said. "Some of it was. The Scyllards were scary and they weren't the only ones out there. I'm just afraid we won't be ready when someone does find us," Jaimie said. "So how did you end up like you did?" Jaimie asked. Lisa tuned out Jeri's and Jaimie's conversation as her consciousness reviewed the data she had absorbed from Jaimie's upload. The two girls may not have been aware of what was flashing past but Lisa had captured every frame of data. She hadn't even realized she could upload an optical data stream until it occurred. As she became immersed in the data review, her avatar faded out. Lisa's reverie was somewhere between a meditative trance and an opium induced dream. At first, she slowly built the data relationships that bridged her science knowledge with the new data. As more links developed and cross-links connected to both old and new data the assimilation process increased. Not long after Lisa understood the concepts of hyper-dimensional quantum storage and morphing nanotech maintenance systems, she had a functional knowledge of the design and maintenance of faster than light quantum gravity drives. When her review was over, a tremor raced through her system. It was not unlike an orgasmic climax that left her reeling in the afterglow. With the new knowledge Lisa had gained came a deep appreciation of what Jeri had done when she had directed the MAU to create a shell for her. The MAU had read Jeri's mind regarding physical appearance as well as performance standards. In the process, Jeri had only been able to imagine a mechanism by which those things were done. Her instructions to the unit had been akin to 'find a mechanism kind of like this and then make it work this way'. Jeri's fertile imagination and love for her sister had exceeded the normal system capacity to enable Lisa to become a sentient self-aware omni cybernetic vehicle. Lisa resolved that someday, somehow she was going to show Jeri just how grateful she was. In the meantime, she began revising her schematics and detail plans for her Bolo. She was relieved and surprised to discover that much of her core structural elements and optical fiber network could be integrated into the revised design. What she found most startling was that her main cannon design, the Hellbore, could not be functionally improved upon. The weapon's combination of plasma, mass, and velocity made it an unstoppable weapon for Newtonian space. FTL Systems were altogether different and not applicable deep inside gravity well like the Sol system. Lisa was startled to realize that the sun was nearly set when she began revising the commands to her drones regarding her bolo construction. She also decided that Huey, Duey, and Louie could be pressed into heavy construction operations once again as she started clearing space for another project. "So what was the strangest thing about the change?" Jaimie asked Jeri. "I would have to say, it was the fact that my whole front always jiggled. Even the smallest pair jiggled in a way different than the rest of my body," Jeri said. "I know what you mean," Jaimie replied. "The thing I can't get over is how much more sensitive my skin feels." "What about sex?" Jaimie asked. "Well that's kind of hard to compare. I didn't ever screw anyone before the MAU," Jeri said. "Trust me! You aren't missing anything. This is so much better than before. It's like it's your whole body and all inside you," Jaimie said. "I kind of figured just from what I experienced before and after I found the MAU," Jeri said. Just then Jeri's stomach rumbled audibly. She looked at her watch and then said, "Oh My Gosh! It's way past lunchtime. Do you want to come upstairs and have something? It'd be neat if you could stay a while longer." Jeri looked sheepishly over at Lisa's control hub. It seemed strangely quiet. She whispered, "I don't really have anyone to talk these things over with. It's nice." "I know what you mean. I don't really have anywhere to go right now. So... sure I'd like to stay for lunch," Jaimie replied. Jeri was able to give Jaimie a stool to sit on next to the window. She brought one over for herself so that the two of them were face to face while talking. As the two girls sat down to their soup and half sandwich, Jaimie asked, "Do you think about your Mom?" Jeri stopped from taking a bite of her sandwich. "All the time," she said. There was a lump in her throat. "I think she'd hate me for what I did. I just don't think I could face her." "It was tough for me to go home the first time," Jaimie said. "I just didn't want my parents to not know what happened." Jaimie lazily stirred her spoon in her soup and then took a small sip. "Trisha's dad said that the not knowing was the worst thing he'd ever experienced. It gnawed at him every day. I could hear the anguish in his voice every day," Jeri said. "It's why I went and got her for him." "That was a brave thing you did. I just can't believe you snuck a naga into the country," Jaimie said. "No, it wasn't brave. And Lisa makes getting somewhere a piece of cake. Trisha was brave. Seeing the expressions on her and her father's face made it worthwhile though," Jeri replied. "Sometimes..." Jaimie said. "What?" Jeri said. "Well I stay in our barn now not to upset my mother," Jaimie said. "My wings practically wrecked the house the first two minutes, knocking pictures, lamps just about anything, not bolted in place. In the barn I have room to spread my wings and put my stuff." Thinking of her pregnancy she said, "I guess I'm going to have to get more stuff now." "I just couldn't bear it if my Mom hated me for what happened. This way I can pretend she'd still love me," Jeri stated. "She misses you, you know. She cries everyday." Jaimie stated noncommittally. Jeri looked up sharply and drew in a breath. "I've talked to her too," Jaimie said. "She won the lottery just after you left and she's spent a fortune trying to find you all. I don't think it'd matter to her what you were or looked like." Jeri stood up and walked away. She stood in a far corner chewing on a nail. "Jaimie how can I face her?" Jeri said. Tears rolled down her cheeks. "I turned myself into a six titted freak show. My sister is entombed in a rolling tincan." "At least you can go out in public. Even your sister can go with you. You said yourself one time she looked like an electric chair for the handicapped and one time like a lawn mower," Jaimie replied, "I can only go at night or early in the morning. I have to stay below radar and away from metropolitan centers." "There's one time we can go anywhere without a problem," Jeri said. "Yeah, when?" Jaimie replied. "Next week is Halloween. An Angel, a Freak, a Naga, and R2-D2 wouldn't bat an eye," Jeri said. "Maybe but where would we go?" Jaimie said. "Is there a dance at school?" Jeri asked. "You know there is," Jaimie said. "Why don't we go to that?" Jeri said. "Will you see your Mom first?" Jaimie asked. "If she wants to," Jeri agreed with trepidation. "Okay it's a deal," Jaimie said. Jeri went back over and sat down to eat her lunch with much more relish than she expected. The two girls began animatedly talking about what they would wear. Jeri thought Jaimie should wear her Dawnstrike outfit. Jaimie thought that Jeri should wear what she had on or the black mini dress. Jeri told Jaimie, "You just have to see Trisha with her full battle gear. Talk about erotic scary. It's so-o-o-o the drama! Although we may have to get some sort of covering for her breasts." Lisa had indeed been able to come up with a covering for Trisha's breasts. It was a form fitting chain mail made from a ceramic composite material. It showed each breast perfectly and seemed to enhance the jiggle factor. Lisa said it would probably stop an anti armor rocket. It was also fire proof and heat resistant. She also came up with a set of plastic like swords and spears. Lisa said that they would cut through a car if Trisha wanted. Then Lisa grumbled that given about six months she could have something that wouldn't notice a missile, wouldn't feel a volcano and would mimic Trisha's natural camouflage abilities. Jeri and Trisha laughed saying this was just great after all it was a costume party. Jaimie had come back often, almost everyday. The two women spent a lot of time talking. Their conversations ranged over a wide range of topics. "Are you going to keep the baby?" Jeri asked. "Of course, knowing who the father is no one else could handle it," Jaimie said. "What about an abortion?" Jeri asked. "I might have considered it as a guy but not really. Now it's not an option. This might be my one chance to have a child. I'm not going to throw it away just because it's too soon or I'm not ready, or I can't support myself," Jaimie said. "I won't be the first girl in this position and I won't be the last." Then Jaimie asked, "Have you thought about having a baby?" "The first morning after I had sex. It made me sick to think I was already pregnant less than a month after I became a girl. I had no idea what I was going to do. I thought I was too young to get pregnant. What if it had cerebral palsy like Lisa or some other defect? A million problems ran through my mind," Jeri said. "Why did you think you were pregnant? Very few people actually get pregnant the first time they have sex," Jaimie said. "Lisa's sensors showed I have four ovaries. I've always got an egg or two ready if I'm not on birth control," Jeri said. "She gave me a morning after pill and then I started regular birth control. The pills help keep my libido in check too." "Wow! That's heavy duty," Jaimie said. "Later after the hangover subsided, I decided one day I do want to be a mother. I probably know more about the work than most mothers do. I've spent several years taking care of Lisa while my mother worked to support us. I bathed Lisa, changed her diaper, did laundry, cooked dinner and did a little shopping. I helped keep the budget too," Jeri said. "I...I don't know anything about that sort of thing. God, am I fooling myself thinking I can do this?" Jaimie asked. "No, it's just not going to be easy. It's going to be a lot of hard work but, then anything worth doing usually is," Jeri replied confidently, "And what is more important than raising the next generation?" "Everyone always talks about how overcrowded this world is or how many people are starving, not enough work, not enough housing. Those are local shortages only. If the world leaders ever cooperated like a village does to help neighbors that would end," Jeri lectured. "Do you realize how close to extinction we are? Wipeout one generation of women and children and we're through. If there are no more women, there is no future." "You don't have to tell me. The Scyllards were threatening to invade. That would've ended it. We'd have been the American Indian, the Armenian, and the California Condor in one moment, and within a few years joined the Dodo bird," Jaimie agreed. "So will Larry be at the dance?" Jeri asked. "Probably. My mother says he's been going out with a girl named Kathy Brea. He always had a thing for her. Rumor had it that she'd put out too," Jaimie replied. "So do you have anyone special?" "Nope. I've met one or two that were almost nice. Can you believe what pricks guys are?" Jeri said. "I know what you mean. I keep thinking I wasn't like that," Jaimie said, "Then I think back and I think Oh My Gosh! I was probably worse." "You know I can only hope I wasn't old enough to be such a jerk," Jeri said, "but to be fair it's probably because guys don't have a brain just testosterone." "Your mother wants to see you guys. She doesn't care what's happened to you," Jaimie said the day before the dance. "No way I can get out of it?" Jeri said. "Not part of the deal," Jaimie said. "Okay. No big I guess," Jeri replied, "Can we limit it to like an hour before the dance?" "Yeah, but after the dance I need you to meet someone," Jaimie said. "Who?" Jeri asked. "You'll see," Jaimie replied. "So you'll come about four so we can get ready?" "Yeah, Lisa says she'll have dinner arrangements made for all of us. We're also bringing a big truck for us. It's the only thing we could think of that would carry you Trisha and Lisa. Lisa wants to bring some of her drones too," Jeri said. "Whatever for?" Jaimie asked. "Security, she said. She doesn't feel safe without them," Jeri responded. "Whatever. See you tomorrow," Jaimie ended their conversation. The next day about mid morning Jeri got into the cab of the big yellow moving truck. Trisha and Lisa slid into the back along with a half dozen drones including Huey. Lisa used the drones to attach a web harness for herself to keep her from bouncing around. She also had them put several hammocks and fix a scaffold for Trisha. An LCD big screen with a web cam gave them visual of Jeri in the cab. "Are you sure about this?" Lisa tried one last time to be left behind, "I can stay here and not get in your way. After all you really don't want your little sister tagging along do you?" "Forget it Lisa. She wants to see you too," Jeri replied. Late afternoon before the sun set Jeri directed the truck up the drive to the ranch style house she and Lisa left two months ago. A number of impressions ran through Jeri's mind. Among them was how small the place seemed. Somehow the long rambling farmhouse and the surrounding land had appeared huge. The place seemed somehow sadder, or shabbier - as if something was missing. It seemed a lifetime had happened since the last time she was there. The number of things that had happened since she last was here seemed incredible. Jeri slid out of the truck down to the ground. She went around back and undid the latch that allowed the door to roll up. She attached the ramp that let Lisa down to the ground. When she came back around to the side of the truck, she found an old woman standing on the front porch. She had long stringy brunette hair. Her clothing was rumpled and dirty. She was wearing a housecoat and slippers. She had a glass with ice and amber liquid in one hand and a cigarette in the other. "Can I help you?" the woman called. "We're looking for Jeanette Thatcher. Is she here?" Jeri asked. "I'm her. What can I do for you?" the woman said. "Mom?" Jeri said automatically. The woman before her looked twenty years older than her mom had. She looked beaten and tired. Jeri didn't recognize her as her mother. "I'm sorry, you don't look like my child. I don't know what kind of scam you're trying to pull but I don't appreciate it, so please leave," the woman replied. Lisa rolled around the truck and stopped next to Jeri. She could hear the faint sound of Lisa's camera lens focusing as well as other motors cycling. Jeri thought, "I didn't know you could hear any of Lisa's gizmos function. I've never been able to before." "Mom what's happened to you?" Lisa asked. "Who are you? Where do you get off calling me Mom?" Jeanette responded, "And what is that thing?" Jeanette waived in the direction of Jeri and Lisa. "Mom it's us, Jeremy and Lisa," Lisa replied. Lisa flipped on a hologram of her in her chair as she had normally sat with her favorite T-shirt and the TV remote. She also overlaid a hologram of Jeremy over his image. Jeremy could see the hologram super imposed over him. Crash went the glass in the woman's hand as it slipped from her nerve less fingers. Jackrabbit like their mom was sprinting down the porch steps to them. The woman engulfed Jeremy in a bone-crushing hug and grasped for Lisa. "My babies, is that you? Where's Lisa? How come I can't feel you? Have my babies come home? This doesn't feel right. What's going on?" Jeanette said sounding disoriented. "Mom, it's us. I'm Jeremy and this is Lisa," Jeri said, "We've changed so we don't look like we did before. Jaimie said she talked to you and explained all of this." "Yes I talked with Jaimie. She told me some wild story that Jeremy and Lisa found a box she had left behind. That they had changed the way they looked," Jeanette still sounded very confused. She kept trying to touch Lisa's hologram. "Mom look at me," Jeri said taking her mother by the shoulders and standing her up and so they faced each other. "Who do I look like to you? Think cartoon." Lisa turned off the Holograms. Their mom looked at Jeri carefully, "You look a lot like that redheaded adventure girl. What's her name? Kim Possible. Yea, you look a little like Kim Possible." "That's right Mom and what was my favorite show to watch?" Jeri asked. "Jeremy used to watch Kim Possible all of the time. It was the only show he insisted on watching," Jeanette answered. "Are you saying that something changed you from my Jeremy to this girl?" "Yes Mom, I changed myself into someone kind of like Kim Possible," Jeri answered. "But where's Lisa? What happened to her?" Jeanette asked. At that moment, Trisha came around the corner. She was not wearing her costume. In fact she only carried a duffel bag that had the things she needed for the evening. She slithered, nude breasts and arms swaying, fully around the corner to where Jeri, Lisa and their mother were. "Lisa?" Jeanette said when she got enough of her voice back to speak a little to them. "Uh, no Miss Thatcher. I'm Trisha Delarue. Jeri and Lisa came and rescued me from where I was sold into sexual slavery in Asia. Lisa here was the one that found out what happened to me," Trisha said and tapped the top of Lisa's sensor dome. "Lisa? That's you?" Jeanette stammered. She raised a hand to her forehead. Jeri watched, as her mom seemed to wilt. She and Trisha both caught her at the same time. Trisha carried Jeanette with her lower pair of arms. "Let's go inside," Jeri said. The three of them trooped up the steps and onto the front porch. The cold October air didn't affect Trisha or Lisa. Trisha found that she moved equally as well in the Northern Plains fall weather as she had in the tropics. Lisa's shell experienced no difference in the crisp air. The new chocolate duster protected Jeri from the fall weather. Jeri was concerned for her mother. Her eyes had huge bags around them. They were bloodshot and watery. Equally disturbing for Jeri were the wrinkles and wan expression that seemed only slightly held in abeyance. The frayed and dirty housecoat looked as if it had been lived in for weeks. Jeri had never seen her mother look this bad. Jeri's apprehension only increased for her mom when they got inside. Where two months ago the house was clean enough to run a white cloth across the baseboard or the kitchen floor and use afterwards as a napkin, it was far from the ideal now. Newspaper, wrappers, and TV dinner boxes were strewn everywhere. Plates, glasses and flatware lay discarded on every surface. Dust coated the grime and cobwebs festooned the corners. Jeri stood stupefied in the room for a moment. She could not imagine what could have caused her mom to let the house fall apart in this manner. Then she shrugged off the duster she wore and swept some of the mess on the sofa onto the floor. She would take care of that later. "Please place her here, Trisha," Jeri said. Trisha gently placed Jeri and Lisa's mom on the sofa. She stayed with the woman a moment as Jeri came back from the kitchen with a washcloth and began to caress her mother's face. Trisha moved quietly over to a corner as she watched the two tend to their mother. "Her breathing is normal, now and her pulse is steady at 72. Her blood pressure is rising back to 130 systolic and 90 diastolic. Alpha wave brain function is returning to normal. Her stomach and liver show some damage from excessive alcohol intake. It is all recent damage," Lisa said. Jeanette opened her eyes. She looked up into the green eyes and red hair of someone that she didn't recognize. Beside her was a domed metallic can that had an optical lens focused on her. She groaned and struggled to sit up. "Easy Mom, take it easy," Jeri said. Jeanette groaned, "Please stop calling me that." Jeanette sat up. "I need a drink." "Mom, you do not need another drink. Your blood alcohol content is zero point one five percent. Your liver, stomach and even your brain show some affects from the alcoholic abuse you've subjected them too," Lisa stated. "Further your body shows significant signs of malnutrition including osteoporosis, low iron, low potassium and low body fat." "Who the hell are you? What gives you the right to tell me what to do?" Jeanette said. Anger boiled out of every pore. "I'm your daughter," Lisa replied. "That gives me the right." "Like hell! My daughter has cerebral palsy. She can hardly talk or move. She's confined to a wheelchair," Jeanette seethed. A hologram flickered off to the side, "Ire u rired Mummee? Wred dadee go? Unt Aish cream," the image said. "MMayk Zheree do nayz." "Like that?" Lisa stated, "I hated being like that. Jeri found a miracle, a way to help me, escape my prison. She turned me into something I dreamed about." "Mom, please let me try to explain," Jeri said. "I had a son too, not a daughter, especially one with six tits like you do," Jeanette said harshly. "Or do you have a penis hidden down there too?" Jeri was kneeling on the floor in front of her mother. The strapless, black tube dress she wore showed every bump in her spine and the muscles of her back. It also swelled and peaked for each breast and nipple. She grimaced. She swallowed then, she couldn't hold it. The tears burst from her eyes and a sob escaped. She fled into the kitchen and out the back door. "That was a pretty mean thing to say to her," Trisha said, "Can't you at least listen to them and see if she might be telling the truth?" "Yeah, well how do you think I felt coming home after working late so that I could spend the next day with my children to find a note that read, 'Sorry Mom, we're running away. We'll come back when we're ready.' A child with cerebral palsy needs a lot of help. More than a fifteen-year-old boy can handle. There's also the medical care. When I went to the police, they started treating me like a murderer. It took forever to get them to listen to me. The only reason they did is because the runaway note didn't match my handwriting or Jeremy's and Lisa couldn't write. The only sign we found of them was the pedals from Jeremy's bike." "I lost my husband in Desert Storm when my children were just toddlers. It was right after I found out Lisa had Cerebral Palsy. My parents died of cancer a few years ago. My boyfriend died in New York. Through all of that, my kids kept me going. Now they were gone. How do you think I felt? Were they alive? Were they dead? Would I ever see them again? I tried everything I could think of to find them. I had all kinds of kooks calling me and saying things like; 'What was it like when you strangled them? Did they scream when you tied an anchor on their feet and dropped them in the river?' It got a hundred times worse when people found out about the lottery. People showed up claiming they were my lost children and they should get a share of my winnings. I never played the lottery. I didn't have the money to waste. I don't even know how I won. I've been through hell and now I have three freakish women show up on my doorstep claiming that two of them are my children. How would you act? What would you feel?" Jeanette finished. Tears were streaming down her face. "Now why don't the three of you go and leave me in peace before I call the police?" "Miss Thatcher, I haven't been in your place. I know what evil people can do. I had someone who said they were my boyfriend get me addicted to drugs and trapped into prostitution and porn. As if that wasn't bad enough they sold me into sexual slavery to an Asian drug lord. When that man found one of the devices Jeri found, he turned several people and me into this. We were going to be an army to take over the country he lived in. We also were gang raped by his army almost every night. Jeri and Lisa rescued me," Trisha replied. Trisha continued, "Jeri rescued me because she saw how sad my father was over losing me. She came here tonight because she realized that you might be feeling the same way. However, Jeri blames herself for what happened to her and Lisa. Her imagination created the things that she and Lisa became. She was ashamed of what she had done and too embarrassed to face you. Then she realized what she might have done to you and that only added to her feelings. She had a lot of courage to come here. She knew she would face a reaction like this and still she came. We may have pressured her but still she chose to come." Trisha got up, slithered over to the coat rack, and grabbed Jeri's duster. "Give her a break. Think what you'd feel if you were a fifteen year old boy that managed to turn yourself into a girl and your sister into a machine." Trisha went after Jeri. "Did you ever stop to wonder who paid the mortgage on the house and bought you your favorite car in your favorite color? That wasn't part of the lottery money you know," Lisa said and rolled into the kitchen. A short time later Jeanette watched as the front door opened. A large metal frame entered with long wide treads. A set of skids trailed behind the frame. She could see a row of camera housings mounted along the top of the unit and a box that seemed to have batteries and circuitry in the center. The unit seemed to proceed timidly into the house. Then it turned left and went into the kitchen. In an absurd parody after the huge unit trailed six self-propelled lawn mower like cases. It was almost like watching a mechanical duck and ducklings. Jeanette laid back down shaking her head, trying to sort out what she had been told. Two of the units raced into the front room. She watched incredulously as it came to the coffee table raised its single eye. Extended a three- fingered manipulator and picked up a plate with a fork. It retracted its hand and lowered itself back to the floor then carefully rolled back to the kitchen. The second one grabbed a stack of old newspapers and raced back. Jeanette decided that she needed a drink. This was all too much to absorb. Then Jeanette decided maybe the robot that called itself Lisa was right and that she was too drunk as it was. She lay back down and passed out on the couch once again. Trisha found Jeri outside by the old chicken coop. Jeri stood with her arms wrapped tightly around herself trying to get control. She felt rather than heard Trisha slide up beside her. She wiped the tears from her face once again. She tried not to smear the mascara but was already half convinced that it was a lost cause. "I guess it's nothing less than I expected. I don't know why I'm so upset," Jeri sniffled. "Nonsense Jeri, You know as well as I do that you didn't deserve that. It's just your mother has had a hard time lately. I think you should think about the fact that when you left it was one more in a string. But you guys were the ones keeping her together. When you left that anchor was gone," Trisha said. "So you're saying this is my fault," Jeri retorted. "No Honey, not at all," Trisha replied. Suddenly Jeri found herself enveloped in a naga-sized hug. She had six arms wrapped securely around her. Soft squishy pillows of breast flesh with thumb-sized points dented her back muscles. It was warm and comforting to Jeri. She was surprised at her reaction. "I'm saying your mother has reasons for acting the way she is. I don't think they're really good ones but understanding her point of view might help you realize that she really didn't mean what she said," Trisha said nuzzling Jeri. "Yeah well you could have fooled me," Jeri replied. "Look, come back inside. We need to figure out what we're going to do next," Trisha said. "Isn't it obvious? Leave and never come back," Jeri replied. Trisha let go of Jeri and handed her the duster. Jeri trudged after Trisha as they went back into the house. They found Lisa sitting in the center of the kitchen directing Huey in dishwashing. A couple of drones were in the process of washing the counter tops and cabinets. Two more seemed to be scurrying back and forth bringing in various articles, which were sorted into piles of trash, laundry and dishes. Another pair were coming in and getting the piles and proceeding into the laundry room, outside to the dumpster or depositing the dishes onto the counter top where Huey would get them for processing. "How long will this take Lisa?" Jeri asked with a sigh. "About two hours forty-two minutes and thirty nine seconds," Lisa replied. "Some tasks might take a little longer for the drones to perform the program." "Alright, what can we do to help?" Jeri said glancing at the watch she was wearing. "Perhaps if you checked the bedrooms?" Lisa stated. "I haven't been in there for direct observation. I'm certain Mom's room is worse than anything else but, I started here in the kitchen and living room because we would need a place to sit and sort through stuff. It also is easier terrain to start with the drones." "Come on Trisha. Let's go to my Mom's room and strip the bed. We'll work from there," Jeri said. Jeri had decided to have Trisha sedate her mother with her venom. They removed Jeanette's clothing and placed her in a clean flannel nightgown. They had then placed her in her bed with clean linens and blankets. Jeri left a soft night light on in case she woke up in the night. Lisa had said it would be morning before she woke up from the combined affects of the venom and liquor. She also said that it appeared that Jeanette was actually sleeping peacefully. As Jeri left the room, she remarked to herself how two months ago she would have fantasized about seeing her mom naked. Now she only noted how large and firm her mom's breasts were at thirty-six years of age. She hoped that her own looked that good at that age. She also thought that her mom should at least trim her bush around her legs. Then again, it looked like her mom hadn't shaved her legs in a while. She considered doing so but decided that was a little too intimate for now. Through all of this, Jeri realized that there were no erotic feelings in her ruminations. Shortly before it was time to leave for the dance Jeri surveyed their work. The house was thoroughly cleaned. The last load of laundry was in the dryer. All of the dishes were scrubbed and put away in their proper place. The windows sparkled and the oak floors glistened with polish. Jeri felt a sense of pride in the work they'd done. The house looked like it had once before. She found Lisa out in the yard next to a large glowing rock. "What's going on?" Jeri asked, "I thought I was the last one ready to go." "I decided to do something with all of the glass from the alcohol bottles. I didn't want to just leave it lying around and I couldn't just burn it," Lisa said, "I'm almost done." Jeri watched as the glass cooled down. She recognized it as a statue of three people.