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The Factory by Annabelle and Elaine Copyright © 2001/2017. Science fiction takes a scientific premise and goes somewhere with it outside of known fact. This story is what happens to a person who lets that principle blind him to other possibilities. Possibilities that could, and would, change his life, forever. This story started as an idea and first draft by Annabelle and with her blessing was rewritten and finished by Elaine. Chapter One: Research Carl Johnson looked over at his father. His father looked no more than forty to forty-five years old but in fact he was now in his early sixties and was bent over a computer keyboard typing away. Despite the fact that his knuckles were swollen, his hands were still moving at a speed equivalent to almost fifty words a minute. "Dad is there anything I can do to help?" Carl asked trying to be his helpful self as usual. "What? Oh, no, not just at the moment." So Carl looked around the room. As you might expect with a dad who was an electronics engineer, the room was filled with old computers, disk drives, circuit boards, tape recorders and other complicated electronic equipment. With nothing else to do, Carl fiddled with an artificial hand that he found lying on the bench by the door. Carl had been thinking as he fiddled with the hand and then turned towards his dad and asked, "Are you going to do anything about them then?" "Honestly what can an old man like me do about them son?" Frank Johnson asked in reply and turned to face Carl his eldest son with the computer suddenly temporarily forgotten. "There's no real evidence or proof that they're doing anything illegal with the android programme and I don't think they're misusing my research." "Don't you mean that they are probably abusing your research?" Carl responded tersely. "I think that conditioning or reprogramming a human brain to respond like a computer is not feasible or a practical proposition," his father replied. "Besides a human brain can never emulate a properly programmed machine where all the variables are known and the eventualities are predicted." Carl seemed confused so his dad continued, "I think that they may be using my principles of artificial intelligence to program their latest domestic androids, but I really think that anything else is way beyond their capability or knowledge at the moment." Carl didn't look that convinced by his dad's explanation. His dad's manner had been brusque as if he'd been lecturing to a below average grade student. It was only just six months since his father had been forcibly 'retired' by Rivers Electronics, and they'd launched their innovative subsidiary company, Rivers Automotive. Ever since then Carl had been worried about what was going on inside the company and its real motivations. Initially it was just the way they'd suddenly dropped his dad from the company, then, as their new domestic androids hit the market place, it was how lifelike and human their androids appeared to be. This nervousness his dad obviously still dismissed as some kind of weird paranoia on Carl's part. However there were valid reasons for Carl's nervousness regarding the company's products as his dad's research had been initially aimed at reprogramming the minds of the criminally insane, killers, murderers and rapists into menial unintelligent members of society that would not offend again On top of all that, Carl had no trust in his father's old boss Ewan Rivers and then there was the recent sudden unexplained disappearance of his girlfriend, Anita who'd also worked for Rivers. Although he had no proof, Carl had suspected that Anita's unexpected disappearance was something to do with Rivers because she'd been working with his dad just before his enforced early retirement. She'd also informed Carl that there had been some strange things happening at the factory after his dad's departure. That had caused Carl to demand that she find out exactly what going on inside the factory. However when she refused saying it would put her highly paid job at risk they'd had a blazing row. After that their relationship had started to become frosty as his continued obsession over the factory only caused the arguments to grow in intensity. They'd sadly even argued on the day she'd disappeared over a month earlier. "I've warned you before about your temper with that girl," his dad had scolded him, "you really need to curb it. She's a bright intelligent girl and you'd be mad to let her slip through your fingers. Hopefully she'll come back if you apologise in the right way." On calling at her apartment to apologise with expensive wine and flowers, Anita's flatmate stunned him by saying that she'd left a note to say she was going away on a trip. She'd packed up all of her stuff into boxes that had been uplifted by two men from a removals company who said that it was being stored at their warehouse. She had also paid her share of the rent up to the end of the month and had left no forwarding address. What made the story hard to understand was that both Anita's parents had died in a coach crash in France and she had no brothers or sisters. Also he wasn't aware of any close friends with which she would stay so her disappearance was another reason Carl was deeply suspicious of the factory and Rivers. With his dad caught up in his 'research' and Carl being unable to distract him any further, he left the private laboratory that was his dad's world and went back into the house. He was a little surprised to see that Simon his younger brother was sitting at the kitchen table studying the racing page in the newspaper. "Is this you round to sponge off Mum and Dad again?" asked Carl as he started filling the kettle to make some tea. "Or are you just fed up with your own crap cooking?" "Go screw yourself," Simon replied unkindly without taking his eyes off the newspaper. Before Carl could reply their mother entered loaded down with shopping bags and interrupted, "Carl don't be mean to your brother," As she put down a bag of food she was carrying, she continued, "I thought it would be nice if we had a nice family lunch together so it was me who asked Simon to stay." "Oh, then I'm very sorry Simon," apologised Carl. Simon smiled and then cheekily poked out his tongue at Carl in an impish childish manner. Still studying the newspaper racing page, he replied, "What's up with you Carl? Are you still seeing ghosts, ghouls or those zombie androids?" "Go ahead and scoff Simon," replied Carl loudly while checking the gas was still lit under the kettle. "I think with Anita's sudden disappearance and Dad's forced retirement there are a lot of weird things going on and you never offer to help find out what's going on." "Boys just please stop this!" shouted their mum angrily as she stopped putting the food away momentarily. They both hated to upset her and sheepish looks crept across both their faces. "Shall we call a truce?" Carl asked with his face suddenly splitting wide into a grin. "Yeah a truce," Simon replied who continued to study the racing section. "Really though, how is your job down at River Electronics?" asked Carl sitting down beside Simon with a steaming mug of hot coffee. Simon worked for the electronics company as opposed to the fledging automotive offshoot. "It's definitely being run down," said Simon still not looking up as he surveyed the list of horses from the 3pm race at Haydock. "Run down? How come? Will you lose your job too?" Carl asked alarmed. "Well they've really slowed down the desktop computer production and although the laptop lines are still going you can see the writing on the wall unfortunately. The boss seems to have been concentrating his efforts onto this new android production line," replied Simon. "They do seem to be turning out hundreds of them and I found out that they actually have a small surplus in stock now." "A surplus? I thought they were only going to make them against firm orders," said Carl, "That's a big change so there's definitely something strange going on." "Yes I heard that the surplus stock is being kept in an old rented warehouse for now," explained Simon, "the androids still need some finishing work done on them such as their sex, eye colour, hair, and arm and leg lengths. They're all ready to be made up to order." "Really?" exclaimed Carl. "What are the chances of you getting in there to take a look?" "As of now the chances of that are about this much," said Simon making a zero with his forefinger and thumb. As he looked seriously at Carl he added, "But knowing how you think I've already looked in there a few weeks ago." "And?" asked Carl impatiently. "Well it might be different now but then there were just some old manufacturing machines, redundant special to type test equipment and just 20 android units in store. Here I've even brought you some photos and a sketch I've made." Taking out a small notebook, he showed Carl his sketch of the layout. "This area is for storing the androids, while this photo of a drawing shows part of a head assembly." "What's a head assembly?" Carl asked. "What does it do?" "It's this," replied Simon passing him a small circuit board with various connectors attached, "and it fits at the back of an android's head," Carl examined it very carefully and noted the type of connectors. "I borrowed this from the last android to be put into storage," explained Simon. "So I'll need to put it back tomorrow." "I hope you realise that this is probably based on one of our Dad's designs," replied Carl looking at the label on the base of the board. "It's the main input array. This is coded as a Mark 7." "Yep, the Mark 7 has a faster download speed for software updates while the power input charges the android's lithium batteries. It's all done using this chip set here which can be easily reprogrammed. Should an android have a software problem or need it updated it's easily done." "That's interesting maybe we could find more information on that?" asked Carl. "What are you on about?" Simon asked shaking his head. Before Carl could answer their mother whispered, "Talk about it later boys here comes your father." The meal although pleasant to eat was a strained affair. Mum had left Carl in no doubt that any talk on androids and Rivers would not be tolerated at the table and that also meant that Simon had nothing to tease his brother about. They chatted on until nearly four in the afternoon with Carl's efforts in finding a new job, and what could have happened to Anita being the main topics. They moved to the lounge to watch television until just before 10 when a large yawn from dad then announced that he was tired; so he got up and moved slowly towards his bedroom. Reluctantly Simon also made his excuses. "Dad's got the right idea so I'll leave you both to it." "That's not like you," replied mum. "I know but I have to get back to the flat because I've got a big day at work tomorrow," said Simon. "I'll see you tomorrow evening Mum." "Yes dear, I'll make your favourite," she said starting to clean up the lounge. "You take good care now." "Of course," said Simon, "I can't afford to miss your beef stew." Then as an afterthought Simon added, "Bye big brother." Simon left before a deep in thought Carl could reply. To add to his further frustration, his mother was busy as usual in the kitchen when he turned to speak to her. When she re-emerged she was in full tidy up mode with a 'get on with it' look on her face. "You look as if you are going to say something," she said stopping by the door with a tray of cups in her hands. "It'll wait for the morning Mum," said Carl looking at her impatient expression. "What was that thing Simon gave you earlier?" she asked. "Oh this? It's a circuit board he filched from Rivers. It's definitely a modified version of one of Dad's designs," replied Carl realising that Simon had left it behind. "Why did he give it to you and what are you going to do with it?" she asked with some concern that Simon might be stealing. "I think he gave it to me to show my suspicions about the factory are correct," explained Carl. "He was supposed to take it back but he's apparently forgotten it." "I see," she replied out of frustration at her son, "so why do you still want to get involved in all this stuff? Surely you can put your energy to better use in finding a new job? And it's not as though they hoodwinked your father is it? He was given a seven-figure redundancy payment, this large comfortable house and the lab to continue his research. That wasn't exactly stabbing him in the back now was it?" Carl shook his head not wanting to risk arguing with her. "As for Anita, I'm sure that she's just gone away for a long holiday," she continued. "When your father retired, his research didn't completely stop, so they're hardly likely to sack the only other person who knew about his work, are they?" "No, I suppose not," he reluctantly admitted. "Right then," she said confidently, "I think you should try and relax more about this. Go to bed and get some sleep." "Yes Mum," he replied dutifully but inside his mind was still churning. He left her to finish up in the kitchen and went upstairs to his bedroom. Climbing over the clutter of old electronics and high technology magazines discarded on the floor of his room, he threw himself onto the bed and worried himself off to sleep. After his father went off early to play a round of golf the next morning, Carl was left alone with his mother in the house. As was normal, Carl dutifully helped his mother around the house by vacuuming the carpets in all the main rooms. As they sat down to have some coffee, he spoke, "Did you see that Rivers Automotive are now advertising on television for production staff?" "So?" she replied trying to show that it wasn't that important. "So they really must be confident they can meet future orders and all the technical problems have been finally cured," he said not giving up on his almost pathological hatred and obsession with the company. She seemed frustrated at this continued conversation, "Well it's not surprising as they called your Dad in to help fix the last few problems recently." "You mean about the androids being able to closely match some human behaviour?" he asked. She nodded while drinking. "Yes he told me that they'd had some teething problems developing new software and the electronically controlled skin material which can give the android excellent human shapes in either gender. He told me that the android skin externally is very lifelike in appearance. They have a stainless steel and plastic coated skeleton so they're just machines." "Well I'd like proof they are just machines," said Carl cattily back at his mum. He felt that everyone was being fooled but he wasn't sure how. "Come on let's get the top floor rooms vacuumed and dusted before lunch," she said ignoring his reply. "Dust always seems to go down so if we keep the top dusted, it makes cleaning downstairs that much easier." She was very proud of keeping a clean house. So for the next hour they attacked the unused four attic floor bedrooms, where their 'domestic-staff' would have stayed if they had any. After that long dusty job was finished, they went into the kitchen for another coffee and to prepare lunch. Carl noticed that his mum was in a thoughtful mood, but he knew that she'd talk when she was ready. "I think I know a way to ease your worries," she said after taking a welcome sip of her coffee. "What worries?" he asked. "We should hire one of those androids on a trial to help with the housework," she replied biting into her chicken sandwich. "It could take care of the cleaning so you could get on and look for a new job. I do appreciate your help but you should be frying bigger fish than helping me clean this big house." Carl dropped his teaspoon in surprise by her suggestion. However, as he drank his coffee he considered it and then realised that her idea had its merits. "Would you really want to do that?" he asked. "I mean have one of those things here?" "Well it would serve two purposes," she explained. "First, you'd have direct access to one of their androids to see how it works and second, we could use it to clean the rest of this mansion of a house." "Wouldn't Simon object to me tinkering with one of their androids?" "Well he wouldn't need to know would he?" she replied. "Besides like I said it wouldn't be hired just for you but to make my life easier if you are off job hunting." "Yes Simon would be very unhappy if he knew I was doing some tests on one of their precious androids," said Carl cautiously. "I'm sure he would," she replied, "but then he's not likely to find out if we don't tell him." "All right then. So what model do you think would be the best to hire?" Carl asked. "How about the Valet Ken model?" "Be serious dear," his mother said, "you know how much work this big house needs. Besides I need a cook as well as a maid, so we'll go for the maid version if you don't mind." Carl didn't argue as he was quite used to his mum making decisions in his dad's absence. However, he almost choked on his coffee at her next suggestion. "I also think you should move into Simon's flat for a while," she said. "And he should move back in here." "Why?" he asked putting down his cup astonished. He also wondered how he could analyse the android design if he wasn't around to do it. "Well if Simon is here and you're not around then it'll be much easier for me to talk him round. Besides, I think your dad would appreciate the break from you too. You've been putting a lot of pressure on him lately." "We should get Dad involved in this too Mum," Carl replied though he suspected deep down that she had an ulterior motive for wanting him out of the family house. "Oh your Dad's much too old for this now darling," she continued, "his health isn't what it should be and it would be much kinder to just leave him be in his own world." "Yes I suppose you're right," agreed Carl reluctantly as shrugged his shoulders, "I know Simon won't take too kindly to me moving into his place though." "If it means easier access to my beef stew then he'll do it," she declared proudly. Chapter 2: Moving out As if on cue, the doorbell rang, followed by the sound of Simon calling out, "Anyone home?" "We're in the kitchen," his mum responded cheerfully as always. "Carl let me talk to Simon alone. You go and get some fresh air in the garden. And if you see any weeds be a dear and pull them up." So Carl obediently took himself out into the garden and wandered around looking at the plants while his mother talked Simon into going along with her plans. Fifteen minutes later, they both emerged from the kitchen to join Carl standing on the lawn. As they walked around the garden, mum explained what she wanted to do, "Simon has just confirmed that Rivers Automotive are aware of your, um, opposition to their products Carl. So if you swap places with Simon for a bit then there shouldn't be a problem ordering an android." "It's really that simple?" Carl asked. "Oh yes," she smiled. "Simon's agreed that you can stay at his place. And when you've moved out then we can go ahead and order the android." "Well if you're sure that's the only way it can be done," said Carl. "Yes it's the only way," interrupted Simon. "Once we've tried out the android we can get you over and discuss the next move." "Well ok then," Carl decided if it was agreed that it was the only solution available. "Then it's agreed boys?" asked their Mum who said it as if they had no option. Carl was convinced by her idea but he didn't really want to leave home. However he also knew that it was practical if he was to finally get access to an android. "Okay," Simon agreed almost too keenly. "Right, I'll help you move in to my place and then we'll be in touch when the android's arrived." Unable to come up with any excuses against the move, Carl's enthusiasm for the plan convinced him that he should go upstairs to pack a couple of bags of clothes there and then. Then just a little later he was unpacking his bags in Simon's spare bedroom, while Simon collected his clothes from his room. Simon had also swapped over the computer systems, so that Carl could occupy his mind without messing with Simon's work. After a few days, Carl had settled down to his solitary life in the flat. Apart from a call to say that the android had been delivered he had to wait on a call saying he could go home to examine it. Although Simon dropped by to pick up some mail a few times, Carl was left mostly to his own thoughts about how he would study the android when the opportunity arose. The only thing that Simon had told him for definite was that the android had been delivered and that Dora as she called, was working much better than they had expected. Mum was quite impressed by the way the android went about the work it was given and so she had actually wanted it to do much more. The house was now spotlessly clean and tidy much to her delight, as Dora obeyed all her instructions without complications. Physically, Dora had thick shoulder length brunette hair, was 5 foot 8 inches tall, and weighed approximately 130 pounds. She was also well endowed with a curvy figure that suited the variety of uniforms and clothing that came with her. There was a practical A-line polyester knee length dress she usually wore for household work, while also included was an exotic French maid style costume complete with black stilettos that might find use at dinner parties. As the trial period came to an end, Dora had done everything really well from answering the door, (a task requiring facial recognition), vacuuming the stairs, a task requiring eye, hand and balance co- ordination and had required minimal maintenance or resourcing. Carl was obviously delighted when he finally received a phone call telling him to come over and look at the machine before it went back to the factory. Since time was short, it was less than 30 minutes later that Carl was trying his key in the front door. Much as he tried, he found that his key wouldn't fit the lock and he wondered why the lock had suddenly been changed. Somewhat confused, he rang the doorbell and was then admitted by Dora, dressed in the simple, grey, A-line dress and plastic pinafore. "May I have your name sir?" Dora asked in a robot sounding voice obviously not recognising him. "My name is Carl Johnson," he replied feeling odd. "If you would follow me please, sir," replied Dora who spoke in a soft feminine way. To Carl's surprise instead of taking him into the lounge, Dora led him upstairs to the top of the house. There the android moved along to one of the rooms that he'd helped clean with his mother just a few weeks earlier. Inside the room was his mum who smiled at him when he arrived. She then promptly turned her attention to Dora. "Thank you Dora. Dora four seven, shutdown!" she commanded showing her new found skills at android voice control. Dora just stopped and then her body immediately stiffened. The light that had made Dora's eyes shine just vanished as she just stared straight ahead. Carl was taken aback by this feminine looking doll in front of him. "Well Carl, there's your android," she said to him without any formal greeting or welcome. "So I see," he replied suddenly feeling overwhelmed. "You wanted to examine it so get on and examine it," she said her voice sounded threatening for some reason. "Well if I'm to examine it, then we should undress her first," Carl finally replied wondering why his mother hadn't given him her usual warm greeting. Instead she grimaced. "Do you really want me to help you do that?" "Eh, no," he said. "I think I can do it. It's just that it would have been easier to get Dora to undress herself." "What else will you need?" "Some basic tools if you wouldn't mind..." replied Carl, as he carefully removed Dora's apron. "You know screwdrivers and spanners." "I'll get them in the lab," she replied frostily. With her departure, Carl got on with stripping the clothes from the android and then examined the naked body. He took a good look at the two contact points hidden by hair at the back of the androids head. One was obviously a power connection and the other looked like a miniature USB port. He then tapped and tweaked the skin, examining its texture and colour. Curiosity aroused he looked between the android's legs and was concerned to find there was no opening. There had been no attempt to simulate female sex organs. Perturbed now, he went to the door to see where his Mum was. "Come on Mum," he called Carl downstairs, "we really don't have that much time." His mother finally entered carrying a large cardboard box. Carl stood beside the naked, deactivated android and the small pile of clothes it had worn. "Well, here is a toolkit Dad put together for you," she said as she opened it up. Chapter 3: Trojan Horses Carl was about to walk over to take the toolkit from his mother when Simon walked into the room unexpectedly surprising them both. Simon saw the naked android, the clothes, Carl and then his mum and put two and two together about what was going on. "You're not seriously going to go through with tampering with the android are you?" Simon asked him and when Carl nodded, Simon spoke simply, "You're bloody crazy!" "Well how else can I find out what they are up to?" Carl asked. "And I've been thinking this past two weeks that I really still do need to get into the factory to see for myself." "You're crazy," repeated Simon. "And just how do you propose to get past all the layers of security at the factory?" "I don't know," replied Carl, "but there must be a way." "There might be a way. Do you remember any of your ancient Greek history?" Simon suddenly asked mysteriously. "No what's history got to do with androids?" Carl replied. "Well I suppose you do remember the story of the wooden horse the Greeks used against the Trojans?" asked Simon. "Yes of course I do but what's that got to do with this?" "Well Carl, think about it. You could become your very own Trojan horse to help you get inside the factory," Simon replied. "The android is to be collected in a few hours time, so who's to know that instead of a machine inside the skin it's actually a human being? Namely you." "Oh it's not me that's crazy now," said Carl calmly. Inwardly though he was excited at the idea if it could work. "Let me explain it through. If we remove the skin from the android you'll look like an android and..." said Simon who was then interrupted by Carl's sudden understanding of the plan. "Do you really think that would work?" asked Carl. "I'd like to try it but I'm slightly taller and wider in the shoulders than the android in case you haven't noticed. Wouldn't we need to be the same size?" "Why don't I just show you what can happen?" said Simon taking a scalpel from the toolkit. "I can cut off the skin and remove it. It will stretch over you without any problems." "Won't someone notice I'm not an android, skin or not?" "No because they won't realise it's possible to do this." "I'm game to give it a try it then," Carl decided. "Well if we do this it has to be my way completely because if anyone discovers you and they find out I've been involved then I'll lose my job." "Yes do you know what to do Simon?" asked their mum. "We'll soon find out won't we?" grinned Simon confidently taking the scalpel handle and putting on a new blade. "But yes I do know what to do." That didn't strike Carl as being odd. Simon confidently walked over to the inert machine and starting at the top of the neck made a cut right down the back of android. An amber coloured oily liquid leaked briefly from the 'wound' but he wiped it away with some tissues. He then removed the wig from its Velcro fasteners and began to cut up the back of the head to the top. He quickly uncovered a pink plastic form or shell underneath from the head down covered in the reddish liquid. It was like he was dissecting the skin from a real person as he also had to cut in places where the skin had clearly attached to the shape underneath. Slowly but surely the outer skin came away from the android and when he was finished he held it up to show Carl. "There see that was no problem and if you wear this skin you'll be outwardly identical to any other female android," declared Simon proudly. "Before we go any further, do you really want to go through with this? "Yes it does look a bit daunting though," replied Carl. "Have you had anything to eat or drink today?" asked Simon. "Yes," said Carl, "but only just a cup of tea this morning." "Well have you been to the toilet recently?" Simon asked. "No why?" "Because once inside the factory you won't be able to go to the toilet," explained Simon. "Androids don't normally pee but you'll be able to because we can insert a catheter and you can use some incontinence pads. But you'd better go again now." "Hang on a minute just who are you to give the orders around here?" Carl asked. "Look! You're going to need to learn to obey orders instantly. So do as I tell you or this just won't work! Once you're inside the skin you'll have to respond instantly to commands and any orders that are given. Any hesitation or reluctance will be spotted immediately so you'll have to respond positively no matter how you feel about it." Grumbling to himself, because he knew Simon was right, Carl went off to the toilet. While Carl was away, Simon busied himself preparing the android's skin further. He also carefully and skilfully removed both the eye lenses from the android's skeleton. He put them into a small container he took from his pocket so he could clean them. Then he then went to the bathroom that Carl was using and knocked loudly. "You'd better strip off all your clothes Carl and get in the shower," said Simon. "I know you're not hairy but what's there will also need to be completely removed." "How am I going to do that?" asked Carl alarmed from behind the door. "Are there any razors in there?" asked Simon. "Not that I can see," replied Carl. "Wait I'll get my electric shaver then," replied Simon. "Is it a battery model?" Carl asked. "Unfortunately there isn't a shaver power point in here." "Wait a minute I've just had an brilliant idea," said Simon who went down to the first floor master bedroom ensuite bathroom where he found two tubes of hair removal cream that obviously had been bought by his mum for her own use. He also found his mum's pink coloured disposable razors and some perfumed shaving foam. "Here open up the door a second," ordered Simon on his return. As Carl did so Simon caught sight of his naked brother and smiled. "Shave off all the longer hairs and then follow the instructions on the box and see if this stuff will do the trick. If necessary do it a few times." "Did you mean all of my hair including my eyebrows and my head?" asked Carl. "Jeez I forgot about that. Yes all that will all need to be removed too so I'll need to shave your head," said Simon. "You're kidding me right?" "Why should I kid you? You'll not get discovered if you do exactly as I say," declared Simon. "The android wig is removable and the sight of hair under the skin is going to be noticed." "All right then," agreed Carl who shrugged his shoulders reluctantly giving up to his brother's demands. "Don't forget you'll suffer badly if you're caught by those henchmen in security and they'll put two and two together when they find out you are and they'll know I've been involved in this little deception," cautioned Simon. Carl nodded as Simon sprayed his body first with shaving foam to take off the longer hairs with the disposable razors. After a quick shower Simon got Carl to spread the hair removing cream all over his body and then wait the required 15 minutes. "God this stuff burns," said Carl after just a few minutes. "Can I shower it off now? "The cream has a strong alkali inside it so yes it will burn," agreed Simon. "But you'll need to keep it on for another 5 minutes or so. Just keep rubbing your skin to loosen the hairs." While Carl waited impatiently on the grateful chance to shower, Simon washed both the lenses using some eyewash solution he'd also found in the bathroom cupboard. "Your time is up Carl so you can hit the shower now," said Simon. Carl gratefully turned on the water feeling the softness in his skin as the hair remover finally washed off. After Carl had finished drying himself off, Carl saw Simon approach to examine him closely. "You did a good job. But there's just a few hairs on your back which I'll shave off and the hair on your head has to come off," said Simon who had scissors and a beard trimmer ready. He finally removed the stubble on his head and lastly both eyebrows with the disposable razors all the while smiling at the deep embarrassment of his brother. "So what now?" asked Carl rubbing his now smooth white and pink scalp. "These," grinned Simon. "Put your head back and open your eyes wide." "You're joking right? Not my eyelashes too," exclaimed Carl not sure what was coming next. "Look Carl, does it look like I'm joking?" said Simon. "Don't forget it's you who wants to get inside the factory. So no I'm not joking! Both mum and I just want your paranoia about these androids completely finished." "All right so why do I need to have my eyes open wide?" "Because we have to insert these android lenses into your eyes," said Simon showing him both the large lenses on the tray. "Do I really have to wear them?" asked Carl somewhat relieved that he wasn't getting his eyelashes plucked. "They look much bigger than contact lenses." "I suppose it'll just be like wearing ordinary soft contact lenses but they'll also completely cover the white part of your eye," said Simon, "and no you don't have any choice in wearing them because you won't be able to blink. That would give the game away!" "So?" asked Carl. "So if you can't blink, your eyes will dry out. The lenses will stop that happening." Carl finally nodded for the operation to go ahead. He allowed Simon to flood his eyes with eyewash and then he put some sterile eye ointment in each eye. "What's that stuff you've just used?" asked Carl blinking rapidly and thus spreading the ointment all over his eyes. "Just some ointment that will keep your eye surface lubricated against the lenses," said Simon. Carl overlooked the fact that his brother had known that this was necessary thinking that perhaps Simon did care about his welfare. "That ointment's made my vision all blurred," said Carl now blinking furiously. The room was also a lot brighter and Carl realised his pupils were dilated. "Don't worry about it, now look up at the ceiling again," said Simon who had picked up the first lens ready to insert it. "Hold still," said Simon pulling back Carl's eyelid. He then gently popped the clean lens onto Carl's left eye using more of the ointment to ensure the fit was good. Once the lens was installed, Carl blinked furiously as if trying to remove it but it was impossible. His eye though really started to water profusely and after a few seconds his tears made the lens slightly more comfortable except now his usual colour vision had been replaced by a dark brownish sepia tinge in that eye. "How's that?" asked Simon. "The lens covers your entire eyeball so it's quite a tight fit." "You're telling me it's tight and it feels quite weird," replied Carl. "Everything is a dark brown colour and my vision still seems slightly out of focus." "Oh I know why it's like that," replied Simon who quickly picked up the second lens. "Why?" "An android doesn't need colour vision and the light detector chips in the android's face used for detecting images must have a different focal length compared to your retina," said Simon. "Right now for the other one so hold still again." Carl instinctively repeated his reaction to the first lens and noticed that everything was so much darker and all in shades of brown now both eyes were wearing the lenses. The darkness of the lenses was a relief as both Carl's irises were wide open. "These lenses are really weird," said Carl his second eye watering profusely but that helped him adjust to it quickly. Simon applied more of the ointment to both eyes to ensure good lubrication. Carl found it difficult to blink so his eyes stared ahead wide open. "I think you'll get used to them in time and perhaps you'll even forget you're wearing them," said Simon. "Somehow I doubt that," replied Carl who was finding that looking through the lenses was quite unusual. "Now then let's put this towel around your middle and you can follow me back to the room," ordered Simon taking the eye ointment and eyewash with him. Carl dutifully followed trying to focus on Simon's back as they walked. They returned to the bedroom and as Carl looked towards his mum by the window he noticed that her brown features seemed blurred or out of focus. He definitely couldn't pick out the details on her face such as her lips or eyes as easily. "Right let's get on and do this as we don't have much time left," commanded Simon shaking Carl out of the shock of wearing the lenses. "Sit on the bed for now." Carl obediently sat down and then tried to watch Simon approach with the android's slimy looking skin. "Mum do you have any antiseptic ointment?" asked Simon suddenly. "Yes I do in my bedroom," she replied. "Do you want it?" "Yes we might need some," he replied. So she scurried off to get it. Simon then offered the skin up to Carl's left leg by first getting him to put his foot inside. "Simon you might have removed this oily slime from inside the skin," said Carl as the incredibly wet, cold, slimy skin slowly inched up his hairless leg. "No it's vitally important and I'll need to add more because if you accidentally get a cut then that'll look normal," explained Simon. "It will also help ease the skin onto your body. In the skin's foot there are 5 toes but also a metal plate to give your own foot a higher arch as you'll be wearing the android's block heeled shoes. The android's foot takes a size 8 shoe so what are you?" "A size 9 usually," Carl replied. "Then it's going to be quite a tight fit in the beginning," said Simon as he pulled the skin up as Carl simultaneously pushed his foot down. With a struggle Carl's foot was seated fully down inside the skin. "You're not kidding that it's tight," Carl said. "My foot seems deformed with that plate under my foot that you talked about," Each of his toes were also squashed up tightly inside the toes of skin. Simon then repeated the process with the right foot before asking Carl to then stand up. It wasn't easy as he instantly felt a sharp pain in both his feet and grimaced. "My feet are on fire," said Carl. Simon though pulled out a tube of the reddish oily fluid from the toolbox and squirted the contents down inside both legs. "That should help a little," Simon replied. "What did you just do?" asked Carl who was still having difficulty seeing clearly. "I've added some more of the oil. It will fill up any voids and help to keep you cooler," said Simon. Watching intently on her return mum spoke, "Simon won't it get very hot inside the skin?" "No it shouldn't get too hot. If you look the skin is quite thin and it's only padded thicker at the hips and in the chest areas," said Simon who pointed it out to them both. "Plus although you can't see it, the skin is actually slightly porous." Carl's mother moved to inspect the skin and asked, "Oh yes. So why is it porous?" "That's easy. It's designed to keep the electronics inside the android cool," said Simon who seemed to have an answer for everything. Simon slowly inched the skin up towards Carl's crotch area. "This is where it gets very interesting. I need some of that wide sticky tape in the toolbox Mum." She handed the skin tone adhesive tape to Simon who then cut off several foot long lengths. "Ready?" Simon asked Carl. "Ready for what?" asked Carl who hadn't noticed what was going on as he was trying to focus on the tree outside the window. He couldn't close his eyelids to ease the pressure he felt on his eyes from the lenses. "I need to tape up your meat and two veg now Carl," said Simon. "But first we need to attach something to your meat." "Let me do that," offered mum strangely already knowing what was needed. "I used to do it all the time when I was a nurse. Stand still!" Then she threaded a thin catheter tube into the end of his cock after applying a little pain reliever cream. "What are you doing?" Carl asked seeing Mum below him. She was gently pushing the catheter into his pee hole and then on into his bladder. "Hush you won't feel a thing," she claimed knowing the cream would have a numbing effect. With the catheter installed she quickly inflated the small balloon that would help retain it. In less than a minute she had the catheter installed and urine began leaking out. She clamped the tube off. "I think you're really enjoying this way too much," replied Carl who couldn't see what she'd done because her head was in the way. Without responding to Carl's claim, Simon then simply put the tape in place pushing Carl's private parts hard up against his body. Then he applied even more on either side of the first piece. "Just as well you shaved down here too," said Simon. "Taking this tape off would really hurt if you had any pubic hairs left." Simon then gently tugged the android's skin up over his crotch and slim hips. Meanwhile Carl was amazed at how much the skin could stretch without tearing. Simon kept adding more of the oily substance as he pulled the skin up. He then threaded the catheter through a tiny hole he cut in the crotch of the skin. "Now I'll need your right hand," ordered Simon and Carl obliged by inserting it tentatively inside the right arm of the skin. "It feels really cold and slimy," said Carl as he pushed his fingers into the empty skin's digits. Simon made sure each of Carl's fingers were fully inserted into the hand before tackling the left hand. With both hands located inside the skin Simon eased the skin upwards on both arms along with the skin covering the torso. Since it was proving difficult to pull it up to Carl's neck, Simon asked their mum to help. Slowly between them the skin was pulled up with both his arms fully covered. Simon added more of the oil into each arm and down his front to assist with the pulling he said. Only Carl's face and head remained uncovered when the skin was pulled up over his shoulders. "Before I cover your head, I'll need to glue the torso opening near your spine completely closed," said Simon. "Glue?" asked Carl slightly alarmed at being sealed into the skin. "Yes the skin has got to look seamless just like before Carl," replied Simon who duly applied the glue to both cut and cleaned edges and skilfully pushed them together again so that they welded together almost instantly. What Carl wasn't aware of was that the skin was also beginning to adhere to his own skin in several places as an adhesive bonding process took place. Meanwhile Carl lifted his arms up to look at his hands and they somehow looked thinner with longer oval shaped nails embedded into the skin. He noticed that his knuckles couldn't bend so easily any longer. He tried to make a tight fist but the skin prevented it. Simon noticed his actions and explained, "Android hands are rudimentary compared to yours so you'll just have to realise you can't move your fingers like you did before." "Why give an android such long nails?" asked Carl trying to focus on them by bringing them closer but all he could see was brownish smudges on the end of his fingers. He remembered that the nails were deep red on the android but now they just looked brownish like everything else in the world. "I suppose initially they were longer to help the android fingers look more ladylike but they also found that longer nails help the android hands grasp larger things more easily." Simon continued to work for several minutes behind Carl's back tugging and gluing the skin all the way up to his neck. Carl looked down past the still unattached facial skin onto two very realistic mounds jutting out from his ribcage and cupped them. They as he moved them up and down it seemed that they too were somehow attached to him. They also bounced as he released them. He also had a much more pronounced thinner waistline to add to his wider hips as the skin really pulled in his stomach tightly. "There all I'm all done here, now for your new pee hole," said Simon moving to the front. He pulled the catheter gently and then cut the excess away so it was flush with the skin. Then he promptly glued the catheter into place as it emerged from the skin. A little urine dribbled out and he wiped it away. "Simon does it really need to be so tight at my crotch," said Carl as he put his hand down to ease the pain but not succeeding. "It feels like the android skin is pushing my balls into my body." "Yes I'm afraid so, because you really need to be completely smooth down there," laughed Simon at Carl's discomfort. "I always knew you were a sadist," said Carl trying to make light out of what was quite a painful position to be in. "Before this goes on your head do you have any last requests?" asked Simon showing him the face hanging in place. "You won't be able to talk for a while." "No I just need a couple of painkillers because I'm in bloody agony here. My feet feel as though they are in a vice," admitted Carl. "Yes the android's designed to walk on medium heeled shoes and her feet are a little smaller than yours," said Simon and then added, "Mum can you put the android's shoes on Carl's feet for me while I do the face so he can get used to them?" As his mother fussed at his feet with the lace up block heeled shoes, Simon started to pull the skin up over Carl's completely bald head. The inside of the skin again felt slimy on Carl's face and it wasn't helped by Simon applying more of the oily material to Carl's head so that it helped stretch the skin over his head. "Now there is a small problem we need to deal with before we go any further," said Simon. "Open your mouth up." As Carl did so two flaps of the skin slipped into his mouth as Simon pushed on it from outside. The flaps were rigid and pressed onto his lips. Carl shook his head at the discomfort and Simon spoke up. "Now you've just found out how the skin connects to the android. It's via the mouth." Carl didn't like the feeling or the taste in his mouth and his tongue felt swollen in his mouth. He tried to bite at it with his teeth but the skin material was just too hard to bite. Carl groaned and tried to swallow some saliva but even that was difficult. He shook his head but Simon was still busy dealing with pulling the skin over his head. As he worked he gently pushed two plugs on the inside of the skin into both Carl's ears. They were little cones designed to direct sound into the android's artificial hearing system of two microphones. Rather than amplify the sound though they actually muted it for Carl and this made the world instantly seem a much quieter place. Simon then hastily began to glue up the skin behind Carl's head. It seemed that everything was in a rush for Simon. "It's all on now Carl," said Simon speaking into the area of his right ear but Carl struggled to hear him at first as the skin now flattened back his own ears. "I'll glue the back of the head to the torso first before dealing with your face." Carl nodded finding it difficult to speak as the very tight compression of the skin on his face was keeping his mouth closed. He also hated the taste of the oil which seeped inside his mouth if he opened it. Fortunately for Carl there was a tiny hole at each nostril so he could at least breathe easily. When Simon finally turned to deal with Carl's face he carefully applied some glue around Carl's eyes so that the loose android skin in that area attached to the outside of the android lenses. Carl suddenly found that he had lost the ability to blink as the glued skin went over his eyelids. But with his eyes now completely wide open but covered by the android lenses he realised that at least they wouldn't dry out. "The next touch on your pretty android face is to do with your nose," said Simon who had two small gauze plastic baskets in his hands. Carl could just see them and wondered what use they had. He was soon to find out as Simon pushed one and then the other deep inside his nose using a pencil to push them fully into position. "I'm going to glue the skin onto the baskets a little way into your nostrils," said Simon. "That will cover any of your nose hairs from showing." He applied large drops of glue in each nostril to keep the skin in place and Carl could not avoid the strong odour of the glue as he breathed it in. That then made Carl feel very light headed as the vapours hit his lungs and then went directly into his bloodstream. He shook his head trying to clear the grogginess but he kept on breathing in the glue vapours. The baskets were designed as crude air filters to prevent insects getting inside the head of an android. "Now for your long shoulder length wig that's attached to several Velcro pieces attached on your new scalp," said Simon. Carl was by now too subdued to show that he understood. "Wow," said Simon, grinning widely taking a good look at his creation, "You do make a gorgeous female android Carl." Unable to talk Carl's mind eventually cleared enough so he just grunted and gestured with his hands that he wanted to write on some paper so he could at least communicate with them. Simon gave him his pencil and a notebook to write on. Carl tried to grasp the pencil to write as usual but found that he couldn't grip it with the outside of the skin still oily. Carl shook his head in frustration. He then tried to sit on the bed but found that his knee and hip joints were suddenly quite stiff too. "Don't try to sit down Carl, you'll find it almost impossible," said Simon returning to the original android now completely devoid of its skin. "Mum can you press and smooth the skin out some more on Carl please?" So she seemed to smooth out any remaining creases and wrinkles on the skin which felt weird to Carl as it seemed that the skin somehow got even tighter but he couldn't tell her to stop apart from shaking his head. She seemed to concentrate on a number of specific places on his legs, arms and body. Carl didn't understand why she concentrated on these specific areas. "I think the skin's all done Simon, do you want me to dress 'her' now?" "Yes Mum that would be great," said Simon. She grabbed the clothes and started with a pair of panties but she slipped an incontinence pad into the crotch as she pulled them before clipping on the matching bra. Then she put on the maid's dress and pinafore. On Carl's long false hair she pinned on a maid's cap. Meanwhile inside, Carl was beginning to think that this whole idea was just a huge mistake as he ached all over from the constant compression on his body and his head from the skin. In particular he was in great discomfort from his feet and his crotch area while he was starting to get a really bad headache. He could breathe well enough but it was very frustrating not being able to talk or communicate. All he could do was mumble as his lips were held by the android's skin. "Thanks Mum," said Simon who had just retrieved the power on button at the base of the skull of the real android. "I forgot about your manual power on/off button, USB port and your docking jack Carl." Carl lamely nodded while Simon approached with the items to attach them to the skin at the base of his neck. "Stand still while I do this last job," commanded Simon. Carl felt Simon make some small incisions in the skin and then expertly insert the button switch, USB and power jack. "Right let's get you standing on your docking station now Carla." Carl allowed Simon to guide him onto the platform of the docking station backwards. "Lean back a little more," commanded Simon who increased the power point plug height so it aligned perfectly with the socket in the base of Carl's neck. "Step back a bit more," said Simon and Carl suddenly felt a weird click as the docking station plugs mated into his power and USB sockets. "You'll need to stay there until the delivery men come for you," said Simon but Carl was alarmed at the tiny shocks he was feeling in the back of his neck. Carl then gestured for his phone so he could try to write a message using that. However he suffered further frustration as he found that the android skin somehow prevented the touch screen on the phone from working. The skin was now a barrier to using the phone as the on screen keys just didn't work for him. Simon stood in front of his eyes and told Carl to reply with a nod of the head for yes and a shake of the head for no. "Do you feel ok?" asked Simon and Carl responded with a vigorous shake of the head no. "Are you in any pain?" Carl nodded vigorously. "In the crotch and feet still I expect," said Simon. Carl again nodded with his new android face expressionless. "You'll need to give it a few hours Carla," said Simon. "I'm sure it'll wear off in time." Carl shook his head no at the use of the name Carla and at Simon's unsympathetic attitude. He tried to breathe loudly in exasperation at his brother but found that his nasal passageways with the thin gauze covering the openings inhibited it. "Don't move Carla," cautioned Simon. So Carl stood still held by the docking platform and the power point in his neck. He stood still despite wearing the heels for nearly five minutes before Simon commanded him, "okay, move your right arm up level with your shoulder." Hearing the command, Carl obeyed instantly and he felt that his own skin on his arm moved normally as if the android skin was somehow now attached to his own. "That looks good, now raise the left arm up," commanded Simon. Carl though lowered his right arm down while raising his left. "Did anyone tell you to lower your right arm?" Carl shook his head no. Simon then cautioned him, "Carla you don't do anything unless someone tells you to do it. Got that?" Carl nodded. Simon repeated the commands and Carl obeyed correctly. Carl had stayed still with both arms up at shoulder height. The pain in his arms was becoming worse by the second until Simon told him to lower them. "Put your hands down by your sides," commanded Simon. "How does he look Mum?" Simon asked. "He looks just like her, I just hope he knows what he's doing," she replied. Simon commanded Carl, "Stand there for a bit and let everything settle down." Carl obeyed and resisted the temptation to try and clear his throat. 'It's not as though I can spit this out,' he thought. At the same time the pressure in his feet and crotch finally seemed to subside a great deal which was a great relief. "I'll go and make us some coffee Mum," announced Simon suddenly and he quickly disappeared down to the kitchen before Carl realised he'd gone. "There you go mum," said Simon arriving back with two coffees and some biscuits on a tray. 'Where's mine?' Carl wanted to ask but all he could do was shake his head in frustration. "There's no coffee for you I'm afraid," said Simon seeing Carl's shake of the head. "Android's don't drink coffee do they?" Simon gratefully sipped his coffee as his mum attached the apron to Carl's waist tying it in a fancy bow at the back. That done she drank her coffee while Simon re-pinned the white maid's cap into Carl's hair. He took a photo of him using his phone and turned the display around so Carl could see what he looked like. "Et voila," Simon said with a flourish. Carl could do nothing else except stare at the picture as his eyes were wide open. He lifted his hand up to his face and could feel nothing through the skin. "Yes Carl you're in there somewhere," Simon laughed. "There's just one final touch left. "Do you have those long false eyelashes Mum?" "Yes dear they're in the box on the table," she replied. "I'll need to use superglue to stick these on," said Simon and with Carl still attached to the docking station it was a simple matter stick both eyelashes in place near the join between the lens and the skin. Since he had no eyelids now, Carl found that the eyelashes restricted his vision a little. "So Carl I brought you a large pen and some paper to write on," said Simon fishing them out of his pocket and wiping the oil from his hands, "Just what do you expect to do once you get inside?" asked Simon looking in the mirror at him Simon gave Carl the pen and he was relieved to find that he could write some rough words together despite the big pen he was holding. 'Will try to get into the computer! Will find out what's going on!' wrote Carl who wouldn't win any prizes with his handwriting. "Well you'll need the access codes or passwords, do you have them?" asked Simon 'No. Will get into their system easily enough. Will cope easily with that. You just have to get me in there,' replied Carl scrawling on the paper. "Getting you in is easy as you are due to be picked up in another hour or so. What worries me is just how are we going to get you back out," said Simon as Carl strained to hear his muted voice with his face expressionless. "The laboratory doors are closed using a time controlled lock usually from 7pm until 6 the next morning," Simon pointed out. Carl nodded and then wrote, 'Buy me so I can be shipped out?' "Yeah, that'll be right!" said Simon, "you'd cost way too much to purchase!" "The men picking you up should be here in an hour or so," said their mother. "I'll command you to follow me downstairs now. Simon can you bring the docking station?" "Yes Mum," he said as Carl moved forwards off the station. So the procession headed downstairs leaving the inert carcass of the old android on the table minus its skin. Carl found that he could only walk in a similar way to the android and that even his stride was the same. They stopped in the hallway, Simon put the docking station down and told Carl to move onto it. "They will expect you to use the docking station in the factory so get used to it," he said. When the delivery men appear you'll be told to answer the door by Mum and then she'll command you to follow them out to their van. They'll take your docking station and put it into the rear of the van. They'll then strap you in to the side of the van and then when you arrive at the factory they'll order you to walk into the laboratory." "While we wait walk up and down the hallway a few times," ordered Simon. "Keep your arms down by your sides." So Carl moved off the docking station, walked up and down the room with Simon pointing out small errors in the way he moved to make his walk even more realistic. "She's perfect," said their mum, "she's just like the android in every way. It's uncanny." Simon looked at his watch. "It's nearly five so they'll be here any minute. I think it might be any idea if you take mum's mobile phone so you can send us texts if there are any problems." They then waited in the hallway for the deliverymen with Carl walking up and down still getting used to his shoes and the way of walking. "I want you to be very careful Carl," cautioned his mum. Simon smiled but Carl just nodded. Chapter 4: Delivery Several minutes passed in silence and it was finally broken by the ring of the doorbell to signal the arrival of the delivery men. Carl dutifully went to the door and with his heart pounding he opened the door. Before he could do anything the men uttered a stop command and some alphanumeric characters which were his password. Carl stood motionless. The foreman wearing the overalls of River Automative and an ID badge that bore the name Malcolm looked the android up and down checking for any defects or damage. Then he saw Simon approaching. "Ah good evening Mr Johnson, we've just come to uplift this unit now the hire is complete," said Malcolm, "wasn't it any good?" "No it was fine but her lack of speech was a bit limiting," said Simon. "I think the voice synthesis is broken." "Oh it's good to get some feedback perhaps you could complete this survey form for us?" Malcolm replied. "I'd be delighted to do so," said Simon. "Mum wants this unit upgraded to the latest specification and returned." Inside the suit, Carl swallowed some saliva carefully and wondered why Simon was talking about upgrades. "That's fine Mr Johnson, if you'll just sign this return slip here and here we'll take this one away and get it done," Malcolm pointed to his notepad where the signatures were needed. "The only other things we'll need from you are the docking station and the user manual," Malcolm said. Mum handed Simon the manual and Simon pointed to the docking station in the hallway. Malcolm barked out a coded order to Carl to walk out to the van while his colleague carried the docking station. He put docking station inside the van against the wall as Carl waited patiently. "Forwards," barked Malcolm until Carl was near to the station. "Backwards and Dock." Carl felt the click as the power point engaged into the back of his head. The men quickly secured Carl to the docking station using half a dozen web straps that held him securely. "Make sure they're very tight Bill," cautioned Malcolm. "We don't want the repair bill taken out of our wages." "Yeah that bastard Rivers would do it too," agreed Bill. "There now we can't have you falling over on these bumpy roads and damaging yourself now can we?" asked Bill if Carl were human but immediately barked out the pin code. "Dora four seven four seven, shut- down!" Carl strangely suddenly felt himself relax but he was still completely erect. His eyes remained wide open behind the lenses but he had become inactive. Carl then felt the straps tight around him and then a black plastic hood was placed over his head. There was a thin chord threaded into the bottom of the hood and fortunately this was only loosely tightened. Carl took very shallow breaths and held his breath as much as he could to avoid the men seeing the hood move with his breathing. "There now safe and sound if I do say so myself," said Bill giving each of the six straps another precautionary tighten. "Can't have you moving around missy. We're all set now Malcolm!" After the two rear van doors were closed and tailgate lifted up, the cargo area of the van was plunged into complete darkness. Carl tried to test the straps but found no give in any of them. He was securely strapped in and no mistake. That made him feel vulnerable and even with the android skin covering his own, he tingled with the cold. He looked forward to getting out of the situation he now found himself. Within a few minutes he heard some very faint exchange between the men and Simon outside. Then the front doors of the van opened and closed followed by the engine being started. It was only 10 miles to the factory but the black hood was having a bad effect on his breathing as it was trapping the carbon dioxide from his breath inside. He was starting to dose off to sleep when the van stopped suddenly. There was some muted shouting and talking outside and he thought he heard Bill say, "Let's unload it in the morning it's been a hell of a long day already." Carl panicked and tried to scream, 'Oh God no, you can't leave me tied up like this all night?' Then as if someone had heard him, the rear doors of the van suddenly opened up and Carl tried to control his breathing again after his panic attack. Bill and Malcolm walked into the van and one was pushing a sack trolley