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Story of the week:<br>
Story of the week:<br>
'''Cheerleader'''
'''Happy New Year'''


Synopsis:<br>
Synopsis:<br>
'''A young man discovers his cheerleader crush is more than she seems...'''</div>
'''A New Year's Eve party goes sideways when a couple androids get hit with a bug...'''</div>
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...Next to the hallway door was Kelly's bed, and on top of it was Kelly. She sat up with her back to the wall, staring directly in my direction. Her head was tilted slightly to the right and her mouth stood slightly open. She wore nothing except her cheerleading skirt and socks. Her sweater and bra were removed, revealing her bare breasts, which were even fuller than I had imaged in my wettest dreams.
..."Sam? What's wrong?" I let go and backed up a step.


But this is not what held me transfixed. Above Kelly's breasts, I could see what my mind told me was a small, rectangular panel in her chest, about three or four square inches wide. Within it, I could make out what appeared to be a circuit board with several connectors mounted on it and wires criss-crossing over the top. Connected to the circuit board was a cable that left the open panel and ran across Kelly's chest to the back of a computer that sat on a desk next to the bed. Sitting at the desk, I could see Kelly's mom! Her back was to me, but I could tell she was typing something on the computer. Kelly sat motionless, propped up against the headboard.
Sam's expression of playful puzzlement evolved into genuine confusion, "It's......zero..... it's...... I'm confused."


<div align="center">'''[[Stories/Silent Lurker|Silent Lurker]]''' - ''[[Cheerleader]]''</div>
"Are you okay?"
 
Ignoring my question, she asked, "What year is it?"
 
"What do you mean? It's New Year's. 2100."
 
"No, it's not. It's 2000.....it's....." Sam put a hand to her forehead.
 
"Do you want to sit down?"
 
Ignoring me again, Sam suddenly started pacing the room. Slowly at first, then with more assertiveness. "I'm not feeling well... This is not possible...." I backed out of the way as Sam brushed past me on a purposeful march toward the hallway. Then she stopped abruptly, turned around, and began marching in the opposite direction toward the front door. "I'm not feeling well," she anounced again.
 
<div align="center">'''[[Stories/Silent Lurker|Silent Lurker]]''' - ''[[Happy New Year]]''</div>
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Author of the Month:

Silent Lurker
Total # of stories: 4

Story of the week:
Happy New Year

Synopsis:

A New Year's Eve party goes sideways when a couple androids get hit with a bug...

..."Sam? What's wrong?" I let go and backed up a step.

Sam's expression of playful puzzlement evolved into genuine confusion, "It's......zero..... it's...... I'm confused."

"Are you okay?"

Ignoring my question, she asked, "What year is it?"

"What do you mean? It's New Year's. 2100."

"No, it's not. It's 2000.....it's....." Sam put a hand to her forehead.

"Do you want to sit down?"

Ignoring me again, Sam suddenly started pacing the room. Slowly at first, then with more assertiveness. "I'm not feeling well... This is not possible...." I backed out of the way as Sam brushed past me on a purposeful march toward the hallway. Then she stopped abruptly, turned around, and began marching in the opposite direction toward the front door. "I'm not feeling well," she anounced again.

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