The Master Computer Program 2: Burglary 101 - Don't Get Caught (mc musc)

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High above in suburbia, a lone figure is lurking about the neighborhood. John Einbrecher was looking for a quick smash and grab. The vagabond had made his way from the north a few weeks before the snow storm had shutdown travel.

John had made a dishonest living being a second story burglar in several northern metropolitan cities. Each winter he would migrate to the south like a mallard duck. This year he had come back to the Sunshine state area. After re-establishing relationships with the area contacts, he found out what area pawn shops were able to handle �special items�. He was able to, sometime later,   stake his many generous donors.

John�s would change his M.O. from job to job to keep one step ahead of law enforcement. This time he was trying something he hadn't used in a long time. He was able to acquire several different utility worker uniforms in his travels. With a little bit of modifications to the uniforms he was ready for �work�.

For the next few days John combed the area in various disguises. One day he was a meter reader next he was a phone repair guy looking for a fictitious problem in the phone lines. Each day he was able to plan out the movements of the subdivision residents. Each day he was able to find out the valuables in each house.

�The people in this town are so gullible.� John said to himself as he clips his fake I.D. onto his pocket.  �Just show a picture I.D. and they will let you come into their homes. Nobody notices a utility worker doing his job.


The outside of the unassuming ranch house blended into the neighborhood. The inside was a different matter. The latest in electronics adorned the d�cor. He had seen the interior contents through the many of the house. The residents of the house were never around as far as John could tell, no matter what time of day he came around. From what he could see through the windows he could survive the entire winter on this house. All he had to do was get the �items� out of the home.

He backed into the drive with his empty box van that he �borrowed� from the local power company. The driveway was positioned in such a way that the garage door was blocked by the neighbors tall stockade fence. He could easily fill up his van with all the items he could carry. He climbed out of the cab of the van and was startled by an inquisitive neighbor peered around the fence.

�I don�t think he�s home right now.� The neighbor said.

John was well prepared for such an occasion. �It�s all right I�m here for a scheduled appointment Mr. �? 

�The name is Samuel Twain.�

�Yes Mr. Twain � Mr. Morgan had made an appointment for service today.� John search through the fake work order on his clipboard. �Let�s see now, here�s a note saying that he is going to be working late tonight and he would getting home in a few hours and to start without him.�

�Well as long as he knows that you here then I guess it�s ok for you to be here.� Mr. Twain harrumphed as he went back to his side of the fence.

�Its old farts like that that makes it difficult to earn a dishonest living these days.� John says to himself. �Now back to work.�

For the next few minutes John puttered around between the van and the garage. A remote scanner was burning a hole in his pocket waiting to be used. Finally Mr. Twain was satisfied that the power guy was legit and went back into his house. 

�Finally, now let�s see about getting into this house.� John pulled out the remote and scanned for the code to open the garage door. Once he gets the door open he will have full access to the attached house. After a few minutes of failed attempts success was his. The blinking green numbers on the scanner indicated that he now had found in the correct combination to open the door.


Deep below in the cavernous room a light on of the consoles began blinking.

�Proximity alert sector G1�

�Computer, display sector G1 on main screen.� Joe commanded

The translucent world display was replaced with the view just outside the garage. The door was open and an unknown figure was seen rummaging about the interior of the garage.

�Computer, lock down sector G1 and scramble door code.�


John was searching through the older model car inside the garage when the garage door started to close. He jumped out of the car and headed for the descending door but he was two seconds too late. There was a resounding �THUD� followed by a �CLICK� and the door was closed. He reached for his remote and pressed the button. The readout was repetitively blinking ERROR.

�Oh Shit, now what am I going to do now?� John tried to manually lift up the garage door, it wouldn�t budge. Next he tried all the windows, they were all locked. �The police will catch me for sure unless I can find a way out.�


�Computer, do a standard scan and identify the current occupant in the garage.�

�SCANNING.�

The lights on console next to the main computer blinked randomly while the monitor flipped through several different screens. Seconds later the scanning was complete.

�Scanning complete � occupant has been identified

�Display information on the main screen Computer along with auditory readout.�

As the computer recited the information Joe followed along on the monitor screen.

Subject: Male
Name: Einbrecher, Jonathon R.
Age: 42
Height: 68 centimeters
Weight: 81.6 kilograms
Hair: brown (balding)

�Computer, refine search parameters and do a back ground check on Mr. Einbrecher.� Joe requested of his mechanical friend.

�SCANNING all databases�

Once again the lights on more than one computer console blinked randomly while the main view screen displayed the databases being scanned. The second scan took a few seconds longer than the first to complete.


While Joe was waiting for the complete history of one John R. Einbrecher, the subject of the scan was frantically searching for a way to escape his suburban jail.

�There has got to be a way out of the place.� John tried to open the windows a second time. He tried a hammer, a large pry bar and even a two by four to break the window glass. Each attempt was met with failure. �This place is more secure than any bank.�

Up in the garage the side door opens by its self. �That door was locked a few minutes ago.� John said as he picks up the two by four to use as a weapon. He walks cautiously through the door into the kitchen half expecting someone to jump him at any moment. Half way inside the kitchen the garage door slams. John turns suddenly knocking off things that were on the table. He rushes back to the door finding it was now locked again. Suddenly he hears a creaking noise behind him. He turns back towards the center of the room and sees one of two interior doors slowly open.


�Very good now, guide him through the door into the den.� Joe said as he watched the stranger in one of the CCTV�s. �Computer, open the elevator door in the den.�

�OPENING ELEVATOR DOOR �


Further into the house he creeps in hopes of finding another way out of this mad house. John sticks his head around the corner looking for any hidden intruders. �Nothing in here except for a bunch of books � and � another � door.�  John said to himself. As he was talking the section of bookcase had slid aside revealing a hidden door. John approaches the door pushes it open and finds a small elevator inside.

Deep below the elevator in the control room Joe watches John progress through the house. �Computer, make sure that our house guest gets into the elevator.� Joe watched in the monitor as the bookshelf silently closes behind the trapped intruder a fact he didn�t realize until he heard it lock. Joe could hear in speakers the intruder�s calls for help. �Hey what the hell is going on? Let me out of here.�  At the same time, high above in the house, John was pounding on the closed door.

The muffled sounds of pounding echoed through the empty house. Outside the house the world went about its business oblivious to the goings on inside the residents at 2013 Yensidian Way.


The elevator slid silently down the clear acrylic tube into the darkness below. John vision was still adjusting to the darkness. All he could see is a lot of brightly colored blinking lights. The light above his head in the elevator radiated out from the tube only a few feet. He cautiously stepped from the platform, with two by four in hand ready to swing at any assailant. The moment his foot touched the floor he could tell how big the room was but each step he took echoed into the darkness. He was only a few steps away from the elevator platform when his body was bathed in spot lights. He really couldn�t tell how many there were because they were so bright. Thinking that he might have stumbled onto a super secret government base he played the innocent utility worker to the hilt.

�Metro Power Company, I�m here to fix an electrical problem. I have the work order right here.� John sees that he still has the two by four in his hand. He quickly tosses it to one side into the darkness. He then fumbles through his pockets searching for the fake work order.

A voice comes out of the darkness. �Computer, please identify and compile all known data you have on our intruder?�

�ONE MOMENT PLEASE ��
�FACIAL RECOGNITION IN PROGRESS ��
�INTRUDER IDENTIFYED ��
�COMPILING DATA ��
�verifcation of data complete ��
�auditory and visual readouts Standing by.�

�Computer, auditory will be sufficient, commence playback.� The voice in the dark said.

�Einbrecher, Jonathon R. born 1968 (aproximate) Age: 42 (Appoxmimate)
09/23/68: Found on the steps of saint jonathon orphanage in. Subject spent the next 15 years in on out of foster homes.
03/14/83: -10/06/87 remanded to the einbrecher correctional facility.
10/06/84: while on a work release program failed back to facility.
11/10/87: resurfaced in a raid at a halfway house. released four days later, lack of evidence.
07/31/88: aressed for petty larceny. time served.
04/05/95: arressed for receiving and selling of stolen goods, Timed served.
2008: current location unknown.�

�So Mr. Einbrecher you seem to have quite a police record there.� The mysterious voice said.

�OK, you got me, I�ll go quietly.� John extended out his awaiting to be handcuffed.

�Oh no Mr. Einbrecher, you�re not being arrested.� The voice in the darkness was starting to sound a little more menacing. �Besides you would probably get out of it in a few days.�

�You�re not with the cops?� John asked. �Who are you? What much do you want to let me go?�

�No Mr. Einbrecher. I don�t need any money. I have all I ever want right here. I�m just a private citizen, with the most powerful computer in the world, about to give you what deserve.�

“What I deserve?”

A shadow walked in front of one of the lights. Unseen by John the shadow pushed one of the blinking lights on a console. The lights that were trained on John were turned off. For a half a second he was in complete darkness. That half second seemed like an eternity for John, all of senses were still there except for his sight and hearing. There was nothing to see or hear. He was just about to shout out for help into the nothingness when the light of the room came back on. The sudden illumination startled him so much that John fell to the floor and covered his head. When he finally realized that impending doom had never transpired he quickly composed himself as if nothing had happened.

Joe, trying not to laugh at the antics of his house guest, asked him a question, �I presume that since petty larceny was your intent. Your police records indicate that you work alone which leads me to believe no one knows you are here. Since you seem to be a loner knows, no one will miss you if you happened to ‘disappear’.”

“Wait, wait.... are you going to fucking kill me?”

“In a matter of speaking. How would you like to have a clean start in life?�

�What�s the catch? There�s always a catch.� John said with a hint of doubt in his voice. �You can�t con a con man.�

�I am going to give you a brand new life and erase every bit of your past from all public records.� Joseph said to John. �But that would include your own memories as well. You will not remember any of your past experiences.�

�If I can�t remember anything what kind of life will I lead?� John asks getting up off of the floor.

�You will have no wants or needs. You�ll have any reason to break the law in any way, shape or form. You would be self sufficient, independent, dependable ��

�Let me think � hmmm � I don�t know.� John inquires as he scratches the back of his head. �It sounds like you want me to be a boy scout.�

�Something like that. Computer � begin phase one transformation.�

�No, wait, that�s not want I want� I.� John�s protest was stopped in mid sentence.

�Oh but you will want it when I�m through with you.�

John�s body was being overtaken over by a wave of pleasure. �What � is � a � phase � one � transformation?�

�It is the beginning of your new life.� Joseph said to John.  �I�m going to give you something you�ve always wanted and more.�

John five foot body began to increase in height.  His went from 5.0 to 5.2 �5.4 � 5.6 � 5.8 � stopping a new height of six feet. The pant of the utility work suit he wore looked like football jersey pants. Their length only came up to his mid calf. John�s shirt faired a little better than his pants. His shirt tail, having been pulled out by his elongated torso, hung inches above his belt.

�PHASE ONE COMPLETE �� 
�PHASE TWO INITIATING ��

�Now this is the part that I like.� Joe says with anticipation. �Computer, put this up on the big screen.�

John�s body began to change again. Every part of him began to swell bigger and larger. The growth started at his feet and expanded them to except the burden that they will soon have to bare. Continuing up the legs his calves grew larger ripping the hem of his pants open. The rip raced up the pants as the thighs forced it higher and higher. John unknowingly shifted his stance to room for his ever growing upper legs. The higher the growth went the larger the legs got. His legs were soon thick and bulky like a wrestler but this look was only temporary. As Phase Two was continuing up the body Phase Three was beginning in the feet. The skin was being shrunk wrapped around the lower legs as striations appeared just under the skin. The wave of striations migrated up the legs leaving behind 5% BFI.


John�s morning had started out like any other day. He was always on the lookout for the next scam. Each day he would look over his shoulder expecting each one to be his last day of freedom. So he would live each day like it was his last. He longed for the day when he could give it up. He hated being alone all these years. He worked hard not to get involved with anyone but now he needed companionship. There was an over whelming urge coming over him now. A feeling that he was suppose doing something important right now. 


�You seem to be enjoying yourself right now John, you don�t mind if I call you John do?� Joe asked the man standing in front of him. �Good friends should always be on a first name basis.�

John was startled a bit by the question. His momentary lapse in memory could put his employment in jeopardy. �No Master Joseph, if you insist but only when we are alone.�

�Wait, how did I know his name was Joseph?� John thought to himself. �I don�t know this guy from Adam but somehow I do.�

As John was trying to sort out his memory his transformation continued. The waist of the out-of-shape felon started to lose some of its subcutaneous fat. A long forgotten set of abdominals could now be seen just under the bottom of his shirt. The �love� handles were sucked into the sides completing the package.

�You are turning out quite well.� Joe walked around the immobile John as he was talking. He concentrated his stare at the lower part of the man�s body �But you�re only halfway done. I can hardly wait for the rest of your body to catch up.�

Joe didn�t have long to wait. The Phase Two process was taking effect on John�s chest area. The lanky torso began to swell in two different directions at once. The pectoral muscles started swell like two loaves of bread on a warm summer�s day. At the same time John�s shoulders broadened and thickened as the growth continued down the arms. The triceps and biceps grew at the same rate as the chest so the conflict for space forced the arms out from the side.

Joe kept switching from the close up of the transforming male on the big screen to actual one in front of him. Observing the process first hand he could see that the back was going through a similar transformation. The expanding body had ripped the remaining clothing from John�s body leaving him almost naked. The only article of clothing left was a pair of boxer shorts. The Phase Two process was nearly done with the exception of the neck. But that too changed when the trapezius muscles widened John�s neck.

Joe was amazed on how big John had gotten over the last few minutes. When he had transformed the neighbor kid into a muscle hunk he did it from afar. This time he had a front row seat on the transformation process. �This is even better up close,� Joe thought to himself. The huge body before him was big as any pro wrestler he had ever seen. But this is not the final end product. There was one more process that had to be completed before the transformation was done and Joe didn�t have long to wait.

The Phase Three process had turned the legs into a road map of veins and striations under paper thin skin. But that was only half of the body. Phase Three progressed up the body into the abdominal area, leaving only enough fat under the skin for insulation in its wake. The process converted the abdominals into the cobblestone highway of the body. Multilayered striations fanned out over the pecs connecting to the arms on either side. The vascular system crisscrossed its way down the arms with pencil thick veins.

The total transformation took only a few moments to complete but for John it lasted forever. He never felt this alive and strong before. He felt like he was in a dream as he began to explore his new body with his hands. Everything was so much bigger than before. His whole body was bigger. He rubbed his hands over his smooth skin. His fingers glided over striations that were not there this morning or were they?

His body felt so familiar but at the same time different. Old and new information began to meld together into a jumbled mess. He migrated south to evade police intervention�  The big cavern like room he was in has the most advanced computer�  He was getting tired of running� This guy is turning him into a muscle freak� I am so out of shape. I wish I had taken better care of myself� This body feels so wonderful. I have always wanted a body like � All of a sudden John realized he was being used.

�What have you done to me? Why do I feel so heav-v-vy...� For the first time John sees his own image on the giant screen on the far wall. The huge beast had his face but its body was far more muscular than any pro heavy weight bodybuilder. The image on the wall sized screen was mirroring his every move. As John brought his hands down to his waist he notices that he only wearing boxers. But these boxers looked more like tightie-whites on the huge frame. �What happened to all my clothes?�

�They couldn�t contain your growing body for very long.� Joe told the muscle giant.

�Well you better find me some clothes or I will use this huge body to bash your puny ass to a pulp.� John started to lunge towards Joe.

In his haste to get even with the smaller man that did this to him, John found out how big he was. The larger than normal thighs were blocking each other�s forward advancement. Flailing his arms in opposite circular motions he tried to maintain his balance but over compensates. His center of gravity was too far gone to stay upright and John falls backwards to the floor in a thunderous commotion landing on his back.

�You might want to learn how to walk before you try run.� Joe leans down towards the hulk of a man lying spread eagle on the floor. �With a little practice you might be able to turn yourself back over instead of looking like an upside turtle.�

John rocked his body from side to side until he was able to roll over onto his side. From there he got up on 'all fours' then finally back to a standing position.

�There you see, you're getting use to it already.� Joe said as he backed out of arms reach just in case John tries again. �Matter-of-fact it looks like you like your new body even more than before.�

�What the fuck you talking about?� John says as he finally gets to his feet. �I ain't one of those muscle lovin' flame boiz ya see on South Beach.�

�You may say you're not but you sure dressed like one.� Joe tilted his head in the direction of John�s mid section. The transformation process had be generous to John neither region. A sizeable bulge was growing bigger in John�s boxer shorts.

�Why you son-of-a-bitch, you�re one of them aren�t ya?�

�And you will be one as well when Phase four hits you.� Joe says to John. �But since you want clothes first then we will get you some clothing. Computer �

�STANDING BY?�

�My new friend here would like to see his new wardrobe. Please give him articles #157-82, #652-76, # 351-68 and #627-42 and make them form-fitting.�

�No � wait � I �� John stammered. He felt his boxer shorts shift on his body. The white cotton material changed into a black stretchy micro fiber that clung to his body.  The seat of tight new underwear began to sink between his hard ass cheeks as they turned into minimal coverage thong. While John was getting use to his new clingy underwear he felt a chill come over his body. He looked down and saw that his whole body was enveloped in a layer of mist. The mist began to solidify into a less opaque form. The thicker the mist became the more obscure the fine details of his body became. The inch thick layer of mist clung to his body like a thick layer of clothing. As quickly as the mist had covered his body it changed from water vapor to solid clothing made of black nylon/spandex. Before John could react to the fast moving mist it vanished. It left behind a new pair of form fitting pants and equally tight white sleeveless shirt with a starched collar. Completing the outfit a black bow tie formed around the neck of John�s shirt.


Joe looked at his latest creation and admired how well the guy turned out.

John, on the other hand, was not as pleased. �What the fuck did you turn me into? I look like a muscle freaking butler.�

�Good guess, that is exactly what you are.� Joe said. �But we can�t have you talking like a longshoreman. Now onto Phase #4, the attitude adjustment. Computer, find file program Alfred Pettyfore and install.�

�LOCATING FILE ALFRED PETTYFORE ��
�PROGRAM FILE RETREIVED � �
�INSTALLING FILE� �
�INSTALLATION COMPLETE�
�RESTART OF CURRENT PROGRAM NEEDED TO COMPLETE INSTALLATION. DO YOU WANT TO CONTINUE?� 

�Stand by Computer.� Joe looked over at his new life partner. Well John, are you ready for your new life?�

John was still in somewhat of a state of shock over how much his body had changed in the last thirty minutes of his life. He didn�t want to admit to this muscle loving faggot that he loved his new body. What he did want to say was that he didn�t want to be some boy toy to this queer. �What I want is for you, you shit head, is to let me the fuck out of this goddamn fucking place.� Or that is what he wanted to say. The only thing that came out was a low moan. John quickly covered his mouth with his hands.

�I will take that as a yes.� Joe said with a smile on his face. Computer, begin Phase 4.�

Once again the mighty computer came to life. John was bathed in brighter lights than before as all expression drained from his face. Instinctively he raised his face to look directly into the blinding light, seconds later it was all over.

�Excuse me Sir but it seems that someone has abandoned a utility truck in the driveway.� Jonathan said in a high brow tone of voice. �Would you like me to inform the proper authorities that one of their conveyances is missing?�

�Yes Jonathan let them know immediately.� Joe went back to the main consol and began searching the many possible contacts on the small screen. �I will be up shortly. I will not need you for the rest of the afternoon. You may have the rest of the day off.�

�Very good Master Joseph.� Jonathan the manservant said before heading for the stairs in the back of the room.

Joe zooms in on multiple images on the main screen. �Let�s see now who do I do next.�

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