Program Alpha-Omega 2

Episode 2: Removing the Parental Controls

Zack wasn’t sure how to feel Friday morning. He’d come within moments of realizing his dreams with Claudia, and yet his mother had interrupted and short-circuited his plans. Surely there must be a way to get around his parents. It was a sign of his frustration that the obvious solution didn’t come to him until lunchtime. He was, once again, sitting alone, trying to watch Claudia covertly. She caught him looking at her, and she just smiled and waved.

Her friend Stephanie turned to see who she was waving at. When she saw him, she asked Claudia, “What is it with you and that guy? He’s creepy.”

Claudia looked at her as if she’d just said the moon was about to crash into the Earth. “Huh? No, Zack’s really nice, once you get to know him.” She added to herself, “Really nice…” Her eyes sort of glazed over, but Stephanie snapped her out of it.

“You really need a new boyfriend if you’re starting to look at the sophomores. Geez, Claudia…”

Of course, Zack couldn’t hear their conversation from where he was. And, truth be told, once Claudia had caught him watching her, he’d stopped looking, returning to the problem of how to get his parents out of the way, so he could finish what they’d begun. How do I get them to leave us alone while we make out? I mean, it’s not like I can take my computer on a car trip. And I need the program to… Idiot! The Program, of course! It works on me, it works on Claudia, it must work on everybody… all I have to do is program Mom and Dad to leave us alone together, so we can have some fun.

Now that Zack knew what to do, he had to tolerate two more hours of school until he could do anything about it. Once again, he took a little berating from Mr. Parks for not paying attention. If he only knew what I was doing…

—–

Once home, Zack’s theoretical answer to his problem had to be put into practice, and that became something of a problem. It was troublesome for two reasons: first, he’d never actually tried to program for more than one person, and second, he wasn’t sure how to script the actions to make someone NOT do something.

“Oh well,” he said to himself. “Nothing to it but to do it…” Once more he delved into his code. Along the way, he made a few minor changes to the program itself, so that now not only were the command scripts external to the program, but so was the matrix. This allowed him to make changes to that more easily, so that he could save the matrices for different people. He spent the night working on a matrix for his parents, having to adjust for age, and some other psychological factors revealed in Adam’s research. By the time he’d worked it all up, it was after two in the morning. He quickly zonked out on his bed, not bothering to set an alarm for the next morning. He wouldn’t see Claudia again until Tuesday, so he had time…

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…His dreams were troubled. Unlike the pleasant dreams he’d been having, there were no ethereal maidens. He was enshrouded in a storm of colors, a swirling mass of unease. He was running down corridors, not knowing which way to turn. He ended up in one blind alley after another, having to retrace his steps and choose another path. He came to one more blind alley, but this time, when he turned around, the path behind him had closed. The walls slowly began to close in on him. Just as he was about to be crushed, he bolted upright in bed, awake. A last vestige of the dream echoed through his head…

<<You’ve forgotten something…>>

Or was it part of the dream? It sounded awfully familiar… Eh. Just a bunch of bullshit my head dreamed up. Probably from all the weird shit I’ve been watching on television lately. Looking at the clock, he saw it was already ten in the morning. He got up and showered, then headed down for some breakfast. He noted the house was empty, and then remembered his parents had gone on a little outing together. They’d been talking about it at dinner last night, but he’d been so wrapped up in his project that he hadn’t paid any attention. He did recall they would be back before midnight, so he figured he’d just use the program on them when they got home.

For the rest of the day, he lounged about, watching TV, reading a little, surfing the Web. As usual, he didn’t have any homework, because he tried to make sure his weekends were free. He nuked some leftovers for dinner, and settled down to watch some movies until his parents came home.

—–

His parents made it in around ten that night, having spent the day first looking for a new car, and then driving out to see his father’s brother. Grant Griffin’s brother was in a sanitarium, having been the victim of chemical poisoning as a child. It was rather sad, and Zack didn’t like to go visit him. His father understood, and didn’t force him to, though he and his wife, Sharon, went at least once a month out to visit him. They were both pretty worn out as they hung up their coats. Zack thought this might be a help to his program, not having fully alert minds to cope with.

“Hi, guys. So, any luck finding a car?” Zack asked.

“Well, we found lots we liked, it’s just that most of those crooks want way too much money for them. We’ll keep looking,” his father answered. “So, what did you do all day?”

“Oh, the usual. I finished up that program I was working on. You guys said you wanted to see it…” Zack sort of let the question hang.

His father stifled a yawn. “Will it take long?”

“Nah, just five or six minutes.”

“Okay. How about it, Shar?”

His mother just nodded and said, “Lead the way.”

They moved down the hallway to Zack’s room, where his computer was already on. He entered his password, and let the system come up. “You’ll want to stand right in front of it, ’cause that’s where you get the best view,” he said, moving out of the way as he double-clicked the icon to start the program.

Zack wasn’t paying that close of attention to his parents as the program ran. He just sat back on his bed, waiting for it to finish. As it got closer to finishing, though, he did look to see that they were “under”. And it was clear that something was wrong. While his mother was acting just as Claudia had, his father was not. He was, in fact, looking more at her now, a look of concern on his face. The clincher was when the program finished up. Zack went pale as his mother’s hand traveled across her chest, and down, and across, dipping between her thighs. Oh, shit! I didn’t change the gesture!

Not that it should have mattered. Had they both been under, only he would have noticed. But his father was clearly not under, and he was looking at his wife with worry now. He looked to Zack for an explanation, but he just shrugged. They thought his program was just some pretty graphics: he wasn’t about to hint that it had anything to do with her reaction.

His mother soon cleared her expression, however, and when she spoke, her voice was clear and strong. “That’s very nice work, Zack. You have a real talent for this sort of thing. Don’t you think so, Grant?”

Her husband stammered out, “Y-yeah, right, Sharon. Good work, son. Look, we’d better get to bed, it’s been a hell of a day.”

His parents each bid him good-night, and left him alone.

Why didn’t the program work on Dad?

<< You’ve forgotten something…>>

What?

His query was met with silence.

Fine, dammit! If it must be in the dream world, then let’s go in the dream world!

Zack booted up the script he’d written for himself, having modified it to allow him to slip into a natural sleep after the special dream-state. He double-clicked the icon, and quickly moved over to his bed, where he could still easily see the screen.

Once again, Zack was immersed in the sounds and colors of the program. Once again, his body relaxed into a blissful state. And once again, he was surrounded by his bevy of ethereal maidens. The Claudia-maiden approached him as usual, and began to caress his dream-body, sending electric charges through him.

<< We are glad you have returned… but you are not happy.>>

I am confused.

<< How may we be of assistance?>>

Why didn’t the program work on my Dad?

<< You have forgotten something…>>

So that was you! What did I forget?

<<Your father is a male. Your mother is a female.>>

Damn! How could I have been so dumb as to forget that! But, how do I integrate both sexes into a single will matrix?

<<Observe, and learn…>>

Once again, the language of the matrix flowed before his vision. He saw that there were many red areas this time. Luckily, he had added commands to the script to give him instant recall of this dream, so that he need not fear forgetting it all before he awoke. He noted that the matrix was much bigger than before, almost triple in size. He wondered that it would be more than just double, but the maidens had retreated from him so that he might study the matrix. He took it all in as it moved past his eyes, and he absorbed all of the information.

Once it had all assimilated, he wanted to ask the maidens more questions, but they refused.

<< Soon, you will understand. But not now.>>

Who are you?

<<We are you.>>

With that, they faded off into the distance, and Zack faded from dream-world into sleep, where his dreams were no less unusual, but much less vivid.

—–

In his parents’ bedroom, however, the activity was less placid. They had gotten ready for bed, as they normally would, and Grant was waiting for Sharon to emerge from the bathroom, so that he could ask her what had happened to her in their son’s room. When the bathroom door opened, however, Grant’s mouth refused to work, as he realized his wife was not wearing her usual cotton nightgown. She was not, in fact, wearing anything at all. The light from the bathroom silhouetted her figure, until she turned it off, submerging the room into darkness. She moved quietly over to the bed, crawling across it to her husband.

Grant was totally unprepared for this, as Sharon was never the one to initiate sexual activity. His mind reeled as her soft lips brushed against his earlobe, whispering into his ear, “I need you, Grant. I need you now.” Her hands pulled down the covers, and moved over his pajama-covered chest. He thought to protest, but his wife was so ardent about it, and, truth be told, her hands and mouth felt very good. She was kissing his neck now, moving around and up to his mouth. Their lips locked, her tongue forcing its way into his mouth, dueling with his, then withdrawing, enticing his tongue into her mouth.

Meanwhile, her hand reached down to his pajama bottoms, reaching under the waistline to massage his dick outside of his briefs. He moaned into her mouth, encouraging her to continue, while his hands reached out to caress her smooth skin, one hand finding a breast while the other reached down to caress her ass, and pull her over onto him.

Both of her hands now reached down, inside of his underwear and caressed his hard cock.