Chapter 4 July 4, 2080. Part-2.
At 7:30pm we took the elevator to the banquet hall on the roof (31st floor). We walked across the large empty room and out the far doors where there was a small rooftop patio, the only thing nearby that was higher was the hotel across the street, but we had an un-obstructed view south toward the Hotel Coronado.
Right on time the fireworks started and it lasted twenty five minutes. Just before the show started another couple came out on the patio but we only waved hi. Kevin and I sat on a concrete bench holding hands; there was a chilly breeze like there usually is when you're over 350 feets above the streets. The other couple stood against the railing to watch the same show.
Kevin asked questions about fireworks, some of them I could answer, like they were invented in China a very long time ago, they might have started as some kind of black powder weapon. I told him some of those really huge bursts have shells nearly as big as a basketball, but most of them are like the size of a softball. I asked him if he could connect to our home wifi up here and he said no, it's not on the list.
I told him I saw video about a company in Indiana where they made custom fireworks. Picture a white plastic shell the size of a softball they hand-fill with black powder and other additives to give them colors, and sometimes they have tiny plastic sub-shells that explode after a delay creating more advanced patterns in the sky. Different chemicals burn with different colors, etc.
The shell is wrapped in a heavy paper with a boosting charge on the outside to blow the shell a few hundred feet in the air. The shell is wrapped in a heavy paper with a fuse that is connected to the firing mechanism and placed inside a heavy cardboard or steel tube which is fastened to a plank. Most shows can be choreographed to music since they are launched by a computerized fire control system. It's all very high tech but is actually a lot simpler than you'd imagine, it's all basic chemistry and a healthy respect for the rules since what they're making are essentially bombs.
If you are into fireworks I suggest watching a documentary from PBS called `Brimstone & Glory.'
The last shell fired from the beach made an enormous colorful display, red white and blue sparkling things falling from the sky. We heard what sounded like distant cheering after the last shell, then we went back inside, Kevin was chilled to the bone and trembling! In the elevator I rubbed his upper body while he stood in the center of the elevator car watching the numbers count back down to 21. As soon as the doors opened he said now he can connect to our wifi, those signals don't go through thick concrete walls very well.
Back inside I reminded him to strip down to his shorts but when he walked in my bedroom I saw he had severe goose bumps. I assumed he was too cold so I had him get in bed with me with two blankets over us. I told him I'd warm him with my body heat. We spooned in bed with him in front and I turned on the TV on the nightstand and played an old movie with another one of my favorite robots, the movie was Tobor the Great from 1954.
I told him my favorite 1950s Hollywood robot was Robbie from Forbidden Planet, but like most Hollywood robots they were suits, similar to some extent to a modern day NASA space suit. They had to be designed so a small man could climb inside and operate the suit and move around. Robbie the Robot was a three piece suit that hung on a wall bracket so the guy inside had to climb up then slid down inside the bottom part first.
Like many robot suits Robbie was made in three sections, the lowest part was the legs and hips. The center part, sort of like a large metallic bagel where the arms were attached was lowered on top of the hips once the operator was ready. Last, the head was placed on top, it started just below the part where the flashing light tubes sat and blinked when he spoke. The person inside Robbie looked out between the light tubes and was required to wear a black head cover so you couldn't see his face. The person recording the voice was off stage and his voice operated a control circuit for the fluorescent lamps on the front.
Robbie needed to be plugged into electricity so the lamps flashed when he spoke. When you see him speak and the light tubes flash they cannot show the ground because he's trailing a power cord. The robot from Lost in Space looked out from behind his light panel too, and for Tobor the view panel was what might be called his neck/chin area. Gort wore a rubber suit, they made two versions, one had the zipper on the front, and the other had the zipper down the back. The actor who wore the Gort suit was nearly seven feet seven inches tall! He worked at Grauman's Chinese Theater and died in his 40s.
One thing I noticed on Lost in Space was the adult actors were all experienced and when they were near the robot and spoke to him they looked at what was supposed to be his eyes (the clear dome on top), but the children actors looked at the view port at the eyes of the person (Bob May) inside the robot. When the show was filmed the child actors were interacting with the person inside the suit, not the off-camera voice. The Lost in Space robot was pulled around by carefully hidden wires on the floor. The man inside the suit even had an ash tray for cigarette breaks inside the suit, which was often seen between shots with smoke leaking out.
At the end of Tobor the Great Kevin told me he was warmed-up so we got up and I walked him to his bed and plugged him into both wires to let him charge and attend high school classes all night.
It got me wondering if Kevin finds old Hollywood depictions of metal robots to be somewhat insulting, but I'm not sure if he admits to being a robot. I think he considers himself to be a new species of human, like a Mecha-Human Hybrid maybe. I suppose some day there might be more of them than there are of us and when that happens a soul might be considered old fashioned and racist.
Friday July 5th, 2080. 0820hrs.
I woke up at 8:20am, no alarm was set. While I was peeing he started my coffee.
"Good morning Rob." He offered without looking while turning the page of the newspaper.
A mug was under the spout of the coffee machine, which was still dripping.
"Is that yesterday's?" I asked about the newspaper.
"Yes sir it is, July 4th. 2080. Wanna read it?" He asked.
"Nah, not now. Anything in there I need to know?"
"What kind of subjects you find interesting?"
"My list could change, but a good starter would be anything with the keywords; Padres, ThunderInc, Hollywood business and technology, sound technology, coming elections or tax hikes in the news, maybe the weather too."
"This edition didn't have any of those, except the Padres play Seattle on Sunday on SoCal Sports TV."
"Let me add to my list: gay issues like legislation, civil rights, cyborg news and laws, and things relating to the California Professional Engineering PAC."
"I'll report any newspaper activity on any of those subjects from now on."
"Thanks, and thanks for the coffee too. Say, I'm going down to the deli in about 30 minutes, wanna walk with me?"
"Sure, can I ride the skateboard?"
"I think you're supposed to walk for most of July before you try that board out. Sorry Kevin but it seems like every time we leave the house you fall down."
"Okay, I'll walk. What you ordering this time?"
"I'll show you."
I got up from my seat after taking a few sips of hot coffee he made for me while I was in the shower. In the living room on the coffee table was my Public OS laptop, 22 inch sitting with the power cord plugged-in and a wireless mouse nearby.
"You get fully charged overnight?"
"Yep, ninety nine percent."
"Why only ninety nine after being plugged-in all night?"
"Check out the laundry room." He boasted.
"Okay..."
I powered up the laptop which started with `Navigator' (a public domain web-browser) within ten seconds, ready to go. From the drop-down tab I selected the food category, then scrolled down to the link for the deli nearby. It logged me in automatically. I selected my arrival time for 30 minutes, pick-up at store, confirmed location, confirmed payment, and slowly slid my finger over the reader. It beeped then went to the menu.
Just then Kevin (who was seated close beside me) gently got up and squeezed into the space directly behind me on the sofa, looking over my shoulder to watch me order. He rested his chin on my shoulder to watch the screen. Nobody ever did that to me before, but he fit behind me perfectly.
Then I started clicking on complete meals to go. I got two more breakfasts, lunches, and dinners. I was about to save my selections into the cart (I usually order the same things week after week anyway) when Kevin ran his hands under my shirt and scratched my back with his fingernails, which felt super nice. For a minute or two it felt like he was rubbing his erection on my back but it was just the back cushion.
After a few full length scratches he flattened his hands and slid them up and down my sides and a little around the front and paused to fingertip massage my nipples. (It really turns me on, but I doubt he knows that) I took in a deep breath as my dick started to wake-up.
After maybe ten seconds of silent pleasure I reviewed my order, "anything you want to add?" I asked.
"They sell roasted beans?" He asked.
I said, "I think they sell everything by the pound, ground, whole, and even foo-foo coffee."
Kevin naturally asked what foo-foo coffee was and I told him it was very popular with women the most, but it was flavored coffee with lots of stuff added, like whip cream, caramel, chocolate, and blended fruit.
He asked me to order a half pound of roasted whole espresso beans, just to try it out. I told Kevin I did not have a proper espresso machine but I did have a traditional Italian espresso stove top coffee maker, it was in the cabinet above the stove. He said he'd go look.
I told him it doesn't create much if any pressure so it's not textbook espresso, but it's better than drip coffee. Then we looked over the entire menu and I pointed out all the items I didn't like and the ones I would try, but what I order is usually a small list of favorites. I have been known to eat the same stuff day after day and never grow tired of it.
Kevin stood up behind me and stepped off the sofa and I heard a cabinet open in the kitchen then he came back with the stainless steel Italian espresso pot, the logo on the outside said Bialetti.
"Yep, that's it." I gestured for him to hand it to me, then I screwed it apart and showed him where the grounds go, it makes two cups each time, fill the bottom tank to the pressure valve with water, then fill the strainer with ground coffee and put inside the bottom tank and screw the entire thing together, after that it goes on the stove. Then he grabbed the spice grinder out of the cabinet and I confirmed yes it would work as a coffee grinder but it has no consistency in grind size, so true espresso snobs would never think of using it but it would work. In the kitchen gadget drawer were a couple clean paintbrushes, use them to fine clean the grinder before using it for coffee. I already showed him that I always keep a can of air duster on my desk which could also be used to remove spice debris from the grinder, I had to warn him the blade was muy sharp and never to run the motor for more than a few seconds at a time.
He spent more time going through all the kitchen cabinets and drawers investigating stuff. I thought its funny how being in high school meant he sort of learned stuff in waves and then applied it to understanding our home. He was mentally engaged in the kitchen gadget drawer with his new understanding of what everything was used for.
While he was absorbed in the kitchen I checked out the utility room, it appeared the laundry in there was fully washed, dried, and folded, stacked neatly on the dryer. Hmmm.
I let him do his thing in the kitchen while I got dressed for walking to the deli. By the time I was ready and back in the kitchen I saw somehow he also got dressed and ready but I never heard him go to his room, but he was seated at the kitchen table, dressed and ready, reading yesterday's newspaper.
When I walked in the kitchen he asked why I was ordering more food, the stuff I got yesterday was still in the refrigerator.
"I always try to keep food for two or three days on hand, what we got yesterday is already half gone and I'm doing this stuff so we have a reason to go outside and spend time together."
"Is it my imagination or do you mostly order the same meals week after week?" He asked.
I confessed food hang-ups were common with people with autism, mouth feel is part of the reason for that. Remember, we live in a world that is harsh to our senses.
Then he asked what the difference was between regular coffee and espresso, other than being stronger.
"Espresso is supposed to be made under some amount of pressure. The pressure extracts oils from the beans which adds a lot of character to the coffee, it also causes foam to form on top of the coffee. It's a way of telling if the coffee is properly made espresso or not because of the thin layer of foam on top, they call the brown foam layer: Crema. No pressure, no crema." I told him that when they froth milk it makes a foam which hides the natural crema from the coffee beans. But foamed coffee cream is white and crema is a light brown.
Downstairs in the lobby we stopped to introduce him to another one of the day-shift doormen, Luis from Mexico. Luis was a very nice man with great English and I sort of found Luis to be somewhat hot despite being overweight and old enough to be my father. His arms were hairless and he barely had a beard on his face, plus lumps under his shirt lead me to believe he had really big oval nips and a huge flawless hole for a belly button. Mexican mothers take belly buttons very seriously on newborn babies.
I saw him once years ago at the condo Memorial Day party in the pool, he had huge nips and sort of like man-breasts too, which I find somewhat alluring. Maybe my mother didn't breast feed me enough to out-grow that fascination with tits. My suspicion was Luis was like 2/3 Native American, like so many Mexicans are, they're often the ones without chest hair.
On our trip to the deli we crossed two streets. Kevin stopped briefly to stare at curb ramps and crosswalks or where the pavement changed. Seems he was still trying to learn how sidewalks worked so he didn't crash on the skateboard. I just waited while he appeared to be taking mental photos of the sidewalk and the traffic light poles. It appeared to me years ago this area is designed to discourage skateboarding on sidewalks.
We walked in the door of the deli. They recognized me since I'm somewhat of a regular customer. I walked to the cashier to show my phone's screen with my receipt, she confirmed it on their terminal. I paused to introduce my companion.
"Debbie, this is my nephew Kevin, he's from LA. He's staying with me while his mother has surgery, radiation, and chemo. Kevin this is Debbie, store manager, Debbie meet Kevin."
"Good Morning Kevin, is that what I should call you?"
"Yes, please. Nice to meet you too Debbie, is it okay that I call you Debbie?"
"My! What a polite young man. His mother's done right well with this one Rob!" They shook hands and before too much time passed the guy behind the counter yelled out, "5643!" We smiled and nodded at each other, I stepped to the counter taking the bag, we left immediately.
"Rob, why did he call you 5643?"
"It's the last four digits of my cell number. It's how they call you when your order's ready. As a new customer you select that on your preferences page. I prefer that to having my last name shouted around the store."
"What's wrong with that? I have the same last name you know."
"Movie fans know my name because it shows up on movie credits as a surround sound consultant, and our company invented the new wave of theater sound systems. You'd be surprised how many people know my name but not my face."
"What happens if they recognize you?" Kevin innocently asked.
"Autographs, selfies, that kind of crap. I'm not good at talking to random strangers on the street."
"Okay, I understand. Did we get coffee beans too?"
"Yep, right here." I held up the large paper sack. Within ten minutes we were back inside waiting for the elevator. Kevin was mostly silent. He stumbled again slightly on the sidewalk going into the building where there's about a half inch rise at the sidewalk joint.
We were upstairs eating in no time. I nuked my coffee to re-heat it. He finished his, and finished reading yesterday's newspaper.
"Anything you need to do today?" I asked out of respect.
"Nope, I'm good right here or anything else you like. What about you?"
"We should order a computer for you today. You need any clothes or bathroom stuff?"
"Did you order what I put on the list yesterday?"
"You mean the ginger ale, saline, and that stuff?"
"Yah."
"Nope, but I'll do it right now." I went to the living room to get my laptop and bring it back to the kitchen table. Still online I went to my favorite household shopping site where I already had one shopping cart in the works. I added Kevin's stuff in decent quantities, added a 13" laptop with abuse warranty, and some frozen pizzas too. "This should be delivered later today or early tomorrow, they'll send me tracking info to my phone shortly since it's a local delivery." "Cool." Is all he offered since he seemed absorbed in reading some of my junk mail.
We sat in silence for a while as I finished my breakfast of eggs, toast, fruit, and a bagel. "We should go for a nice walk today, sound okay?"
"Sure." He looked up from the paper. His face has a wonderful expression of being pleasantly surprised all the time with his wide thick eyebrows. I could stare at him all day, he has a wonderful face.
You ever notice how some people when they smile it seems like their eyes also smile? That was one thing I specified with Kevin, his eyes also look happy when he's very happy inside.
I got an idea then of something I should tell him, "Kevin, I wanted to comment on your introduction in the Deli when I introduced you to the manager Debbie. I wanted to tell you I was proud of how well you behaved and politely you spoke to her. You made a very good first impression, that's a very good thing and I'm proud of you. She might be someone to offer you your first job, so it was well worth the effort. Again, I was very pleased by how you spoke to her and behaved in the store. It makes both of us look good. Thank you."
At first he kind of shook his head as if what I said didn't make sense but then he smiled and said he was just being himself, not trying to make an impression. So I let the subject drop and we had a couple minutes of silence. I'm sure he understood my point.
"Rob, what does hunger feel like to you?" He asked with a puzzled expression on his face.
"Best I can describe it is like an annoying emptiness in your abdomen, but it occupies a big part of the conscious mind, that's how most of a human's warning signs work, they go right to the front of your thinking." I paused while he stared un-blinking at me. "Does that answer your question?"
"I gotta think about it for a while. I wonder if I have anything similar to it." He offered in return.
"Maybe this is something we can discuss more over time, okay?"
"Sure. I'd like that. I like our conversations, they make me think better." He smiled. I looked down at the empty food containers at the table in front of me. I think the dilemma he created was how do I explain hunger to a self-aware machine? It reminds me of dialog in the movie Contact,' Jodie Foster said when seeing other worlds via a wormhole they should have sent a poet.' I'm not sure if Kevin feels anything like we do, or is it all just numbers and bits to him.
I got up from the table, pulled apart the deli container, crumpled the pieces in my hands and fed it into the chipper. Lifting the door starts the motor spinning very fast, closing the door shuts it off. If you have kids at home they install a safety switch up on the wall. Kevin wanted to push the newspaper into the chipper, he seemed to think it was cool. Our chipper actually had the child switch but there's a key to lock it on if you have no kids in the house, otherwise you have to press the button while holding the chipper door open to activate the motor. You can feel the motor vibrate the entire kitchen counter.
About an hour after breakfast I called him into my room and we talked about going outside, I showed him a map of San Diego and we picked a destination.
We walked across the street and got on the downtown train then got off at the City College platform and walked 1.5 miles north along Park Boulevard to Balboa Park where we could act like tourists, go through the museums, and enjoy nature by the pond and spend time inside the Botanical Building. I love Balboa Park and the Zoo but sometimes the crowds get thick with people visiting the city from all across the planet. I think San Diego is one of the best tourist destinations in the USA, it has great weather most of the year too. About the only problem is the ocean is usually too cold for swimming, but the beaches are pretty.
We sat on a bench watching the kids interact with the big fat goldfish and turtles around the pond. The sun was warm but there was still a cold breeze out. We wore sweat shirts but by 11am the sun was too hot. I watched as Kevin stood in front of me to pull off his sweatshirt over his head exposing his perfect tummy to me. I love it when he does that but it drives me crazy when he does it in public and I cannot touch him.
He followed me to the bathrooms. We were alone in the public restroom, he stared at the wall above his urinal and remained silent but I never heard him pee, he just did whatever I did, but we both heard my stream. Kevin asked me what it felt like to urinate and I told him we can feel urine pass through the penis, "It's weird because urine isn't a smooth stream, it's actually a series of drops closely bunched together, there's a name for water flow made of droplets but I forget the name. I think that's why we feel it pass, because it's a pretty low flow rate. He said he'd like to watch sometime.
After the bathroom break we started walking toward the big water fountain near Park Boulevard. After checking it out we left the park and walked to the transit stop to catch the Park Boulevard bus southbound 1.5 miles to City College where we transfer to the silver line trolley. Ten minutes later we were in a seat near the back, pressed side by side into each other. I reached over and held his hand, Kevin turned to look at me with a relaxed smile.
Kevin asked why it seems like we hide our hands when we hold hands on the bus or train. I told him it was not totally safe for two males to hand hold yet, no sense endangering ourselves.
I asked him how school was going and he said he's in class all night and hopes to have freshman year done this week. I asked him if he can see himself and he said, no. He said years ago these classes were filmed by volunteer students who wore cameras on their foreheads and recorded everything they did for the entire day (with sound) and the other students were advised to ignore them, but sometimes they get called on in class to stand and answer some questions or do a math problem on the chalkboard.
I asked if he can talk to other students and he said no, he's invisible because it's a recording. But sometimes people talk to the kids wearing the cameras so it looks like they're talking to me, but they removed the voices of the kids who wore the cameras, but sometimes you see their hands and arms.
Kevin said there's an online forum for students attending recorded classes, so he participates in those, there are teenagers all around the planet attending the same recorded classes. He's fully visible there as an avatar, not a live person. He said if the video walks up to a mirror in the bathroom the face of the person wearing the camera is blurred but he can see them below the neck, he thinks his guy was oriental of some kind, maybe Pinoy.
Then he commented that since he looks Oriental everyone assumes he's extra smart, likes eating rice and fish, and that he must be an expert on soy sauce. He said he has to constantly explain that he's not a genius, they're constantly asking him for help with their algebra and chemistry. He said he thinks the students who wore the video camera were also oriental because comments directed at them.
I asked if my story about how World War-2 ended upset him and he said no, if you look at Hiroshima today you'd never know it was nuked.
"Did Godzilla ever attack Hiroshima or Nagasaki?" When I asked that Kevin laughed then said as far as he knew it was just towns on Tokyo Bay and some islands along the east coast of Honshu.
"What's Honshu?"
"It's the largest island, where Tokyo's located. But let me add that some people take the monster really serious, especially Toho Film Studio who shot most of the Godzilla movies. They're really fucking serious about sticking to tradition and doing it exactly right, even the latest releases use sound effects from the original 1954 movie. If you watch the 1954 film it uses a lot of special effects but they're done in a way that actually hides how much work went into making it."
I told him I'd look online and see if every movie was available on DVD as a set. I also said that most people are not aware what kind of special effects were used for black and white movies shot before everything was filmed in color or on digital. I reminded him the first Star Wars was shot on film, not digital.
Kevin said "...everyone should watch Godzilla movies because even though they're kind of silly and old the people who made them were super serious about doing them right, and it shows. They are down to a gnat's ass picky about how everything in the film is shot or they shoot it all over despite the cost. He said most of the old ones look primitive but they are technically flawless. He said Godzilla was one of the first international film exports from Japan so it had to be done right. The first film was shot when the country was re-building from the war, it was a matter of national pride. The voice of Godzilla, that old recording is 126 years old! How many American movies are made with a sound track that old? None!"
During our trip home I told Kevin to watch how people paid the fare so he knew how it was done, pretty soon he'd be riding the transit system by himself. We rode the bus south and got off at City College and got on the Silver Line which stops by our building.
Inside the trolley there was an advertisement for the USS Midway Museum which is like a few blocks away, I told Kevin we'd be going there soon.
When we stood up to get off the train I stood close by him and gently held onto one of his elbows in case he tripped.
We live at the corner of W. Harbor and Kettner Blvd, just inside the lobby I greeted Luis. We walked past the doorman's desk and waited for the elevator. Seconds later it arrived to whisk us to the 21st floor.
There are twenty condos on our floor but our door isn't far from the elevator. I had him swipe the lock which made the door pop inward about two inches. He pressed inside, I followed pushing the door shut with a click, then it was securely locked behind us. The place was a little cool because it faces southeast and our sunshine was gone. It was 2:47pm. I turned on the TV to music channel 453 and asked what he liked to listen to.
Kevin paused for a moment then said he had no preferences yet, just play something I liked, so I picked the instrumental New Age channel at a low volume. I sat on the sofa motioning for Kevin to come stand in front of me. He was there in about three seconds.
He still walks a little oddly, like his shoes are too tight or something. I asked why and he said he needs to exercise his legs more, so I told him he can use the gym and the pool downstairs, walk or run on the treadmill. He said he'd go down and check it out. I told him he had to BIC the door lock to get in unless someone had the door propped open which happens when they clean it. I told him sometimes residents on our floor run the hallways and stairs, it's a teardrop shaped loop and if you do it quietly you can run the loop and not piss off the other residents, but that's an option in case you can't get in the gym.
"Have you ever seen a skateboard park before?" I asked as I sat down sideways on a kitchen chair but faced out into the room.
"Only videos." I told him we could go see one on the north side, it's a short hike from a train station. Once he is done calibrating he could go there while I'm at work.
He asked where it was, so I opened up a map and showed him the trolley stations. I said it's on a different train line (orange) so he had to change trains on the way.
The skatepark I wanted him to use was in a decent part of town at the intersection of 30th Street at Ocean View Boulevard, the place was called Memorial Skatepark. It was city property but you still had to join to use it, they gave you a sticker for your board but sometimes it was hard to find a spot on a skateboard where a sticker won't get scraped off.
The plan was to take the silver trolley from our station (Seaport Village) ride the train south two platforms, get off and transfer to the orange line which ran east down Commercial Street, where you get off at the station called `25th and Commercial.' Then you walk three quarters of a mile along Ocean View Boulevard to 30th Street at the dog park, and the skateboard park is next to the dog park on 30th Street. I told Kevin I would soon buy him a monthly trolley pass but for now he had to ride with me since he was still calibrating.
Twenty minutes later we got changed into warmer clothes and left for the trolley station across the street, I showed him the system map on a sign and where we get off the train and change lines. I told him I'd let him navigate this time, so we did it and he was in charge and I followed.
Commercial Street has a bit of an ugly industrial area and in the middle of all that rust and dirt is one of the largest gay bars in San Diego, but it's kind of a local's only bar, it's not for tourists. They also have Go-Go-Boys dancing on the bar (two nights a week) and on a stage and it's kind of a leather bar sometimes too. Some people describe it as a gay wannabe Harley bar. Like a redneck bar for polite gays, but without pool tables.
We made the trip with Kevin supervising, and the long walk down Ocean View and around the dog park. When we got to the skate park we had to watch from outside the fence, they didn't let people without memberships (and skateboards) enter the park. We stood on the sidewalk and peered through the iron fence and watched. Kevin seemed mesmerized by what he saw kids doing. Most of the people there were little kids, like maybe 3rd to 8th grade. A few older guys were present but everyone seemed focused on skating and not breaking bones. I saw most of the riders were all super skinny and there was a lot of flesh on display too. It seemed like bare stomachs was the fashion rule, even kids with shirts often rolled up their t-shirts to expose their smooth pale bellies, which was nice because I happen to really like belly buttons (male or female).
I think for some kids these days they like to display their belly buttons in public as sort of a way of telling everyone they were human and not mecha. Most people believe mecha people don't have belly buttons or nipples. Just like the Tracy Family in the 1960s series The Thunderbirds. When they were shown swimming in the family pool none of them had nipples.
We stood there and watched for about half an hour then walked to a nearby pop machine and got a bottled water and split it then went back to the fence and sat on the ground and watched. There was one blond boy, about the same age as Kevin who looked really talented, he seemed to be able to ride on any part of the park and I never saw him crash, and he had a very nice tummy too. It kind of got me in the mood.
After 90 minutes we started heading home but this time we walked straight up 30th Street to Commercial then west on Commercial to the train platform. We passed the big gay nightclub, they had a small rainbow flag outside but no other sign. I've never been there before but I saw commercials for their contests and parties on a local cable TV channel. I know they have (three times a year) Go-Go-Boy try-outs. They also have an annual competition as a fund raiser which is broadcast locally on cable-TV and attracts hundreds of people.
You have to be 21 to apply but they do take applicants over 18 if they arrive with a parent. I thought that might be something for Kevin to try, he has a very beautiful body, I know because I designed it. On their advertisement I never saw any restrictions about cyborgs in competition.
An hour later we were back home and I drank a lot of water and seriously considered wanking in the shower.
I sat on the sofa on my spot and he walked in to ask me something, he stood near the sofa but suddenly staggered backwards and collapsed on the floor, landing on his butt, this time he looked super frustrated, like he was about to cry.
I immediately got up and got down on my knees beside him and put one hand on his chest and asked what happened. Kevin told me one of his position sensors suddenly went bonkers and told him he was falling so he shut it off. I asked if he needed service. Kevin smiled and chuckled and said no, he was fine.
"You know they implant something like 200 micro sensors all over our bodies so we can sense our body position without looking, they put in 200 because they know that during break-in a couple dozen will fail. They're tiny, like the size of a grain of sand. That one caught me off guard and my legs gave out. It pisses me off."
He paused and sighed then said it was also embarrassing and scary.
We stayed in that position, him on the floor while I kneeled beside him for nearly one minute then I asked if he was ready to stand up and he nodded yes, so I stood and offered him my hand and pulled him to his feet.
"You're like a God damn electronic toddler!"
He laughed and said, `Yah, probably, except I don't get fussy at bedtime.'
"Thank God!"
I got him back to his feet and escorted him to a kitchen chair and pulled his shirt off over his head, he forgot to take it off by himself. I wanted our rule at home to be that as much as possible he would only wear gym shorts inside our home.
I asked him if he felt pain when he landed on the floor and he said maybe a little, but it was more of a shock. For a few seconds his entire balance system went bonkers and his vision too.
Since we were outside for so long, walking, and doing stuff I wanted to clean his body so after he looked to have recovered from falling I took his hand and escorted him to my bathroom and bathed him from head to toe in the shower, then I shampooed his hair and decided what we needed was some kind of a plastic stepstool, maybe a foot high so I could easily reach (see) the top of his head in the shower.
It was another fantastic day but we slept in our own beds because he needed a major overnight charge with both cords. I also considered that we needed another charger for in the kitchen when he spends hours at the table.
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