2000 Watts by FireFliesForMJ
Summary:

2000 watts

Current Year: 2759

Made in: August 29, 2758; Space

Model: #7.858

Hi.

My name is Catalina Huez and I work for the CWM. This is the place where #7.858 A/K/A/ Michael was created. This place was made to encourage creativity -- or so I thought. Why was Michael here? Well, I wasn't sure. But now? Oh, I know. But It ain't good.


Categories: Hurt/Comfort, Song Fics, Lyrics Characters: Michael, Original Girl
General Warnings: None
Trigger Warnings: None
Challenges: None
Series: None
Chapters: 6 Completed: No Word count: 3060 Read: 10185 Published: Dec 14, 2013 Updated: Mar 05, 2014

1. Coming Soon!!! by FireFliesForMJ

2. Chapter 1: Unbelievable by FireFliesForMJ

3. Chapter 2: Don't Overload by FireFliesForMJ

4. Chapter 3: I Need My Privacy by FireFliesForMJ

5. Chapter 4: Unspeakable (Part 1) by FireFliesForMJ

6. Chapter 5: Unspeakable (Part 2) by FireFliesForMJ

Coming Soon!!! by FireFliesForMJ
Author's Notes:

I swear, that summary sucks! DD:

Comming Soon to a laptop near you! :D

Chapter 1: Unbelievable by FireFliesForMJ

I watched them push his arm into it's socket. "Be gentle!" I told the workers, "The last thing I need is you guys breaking him!"

I watch them add the final touches. "Okay... Now leave." 

The 4 workers looked at me as if I was insane," Miss Catalina, we cannot -" 

I cut them off, "This thing is my creation. It was my imaginary friend ever sense I was 3 and now that he's one step to being real, I would like some alone time with him." Looking defeated, they all left the room. Good.

    My focus was on him now. Just as I imagined: Beautiful. "Hi there..." I spoke knowing he can hear me, but can't respond. "Okay, now I'm just gonna add one more thing to you, okay? Okay."

     I walked over to the desk and picked up the scalpel. I just want to give him a heart, what damage can that do? Walking back to my creation, I removed the sheet from his chest. "Okay, now, I'm just gonna give you a heart..." During the whole processes I told him about his life and why he's here.

   Why is he here? Well, 12 years ago, when I was 14, I told my sister about an imaginary friend of mine that I had when I was 8, and she told her friends. Some way along the line, the CWM found out about him and wanted me to make him. This was our 7th attempt. The other 6 all had problems like falling apart and speaking in Hebrew.

     I placed the sheet back over his chest. "There," I smiled, "All done!" I washed the scalpel off then placed it back on the desk then I looked at the computer monitor. It read in bold letters:

FULLY CHARGED

OBJECT: OFF 

Turn on?


    As I clicked the turn on button, I looked over at the creature. He slowly opened his eyes. 

 "Hi..." I moved closer to him, "Don't be scared..." 

He sat up straight, "Hi... Don't... be scared."

 "Well at least you can talk," I held out my hand, "C'mon, let's get you some clothes." 

He looked at my hand, then back at me. 

"What's wrong?" I asked. 

He was slow when he spoke, "What is... my.. Name?" 

"Name?" I asked, "Gee... I forgot it.." 

He looked down, saddened.

"No, no, no! Um.. It's.. Michael!"

"Mich...ael?" I nodded, "Okay..."

"Good," I sighed," Now let's get you some clothes."

End Notes:

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Chapter 2: Don't Overload by FireFliesForMJ
Author's Notes:

So I kinda forgot you guys were one chapter behind so the gif images from the last story were supposed to be for this ^^; heheh...

It took me awhile to decide what looked right on Michael. 

"How about this?" I asked holding up a spike-ish black shirt. He shook his head "No."

"Alright... How about this one?" I held up a shiny black shirt with a white 7 on it. 

He signaled "no".

I sighed, and looked for another shirt. 'Ohh... This is different' I thought. I held up a silver shiny shirt. Basic, but cool.

Michael looked at in awe and nodded rapidly. 

"Okay," I smiled, then looked at one of the helpers, "Can you help him change into his clothes?"

The helper accepted the request and I handed him the shirt and matching pants. 

As they walked to the changing rooms, my phone vibrated in my pocket. As I answered it, the owner of the CWM (Who is now my boss), Clover, was on the other line.

"Hello?"

He shouted in to the phone, "Where is it?!"

"Where's what?"

"The robot!"

"Hey! It's not just a robot! He's special." I smiled to myself lightly.

"Whatever, where is it? You were supposed to bring him to me as soon as he was up!"

"All I did was get him some clothes! Last thing we need is a naked man running through the corridors."

"Cat, this isn't a joke. Bring him. NOW."

"Okay, okay, we're on our way." I hung up the phone and walked towards the dressing room and waited for them to come out.

 

 

 - - - - - - - 

 


I paced back and forth in the hallway. I was waiting for the test results to see if Michael was fully stable and working.

 

Clover came out of the testing room with a selection of papers in his hand, "Well, he seems stable. He's definitely a fast learner. Here's the papers if you wanna see it for yourself," He handed the papers to me, "He's like a computer if you ask me."

I scanned over the papers then looked back at him, "Good. So no problems at all?"

"Nope. Although his behavior is a bit strange, I think it'll past soon."

"Okay, great. I'll take him to his sleeping chamber," I walked to the examination room. As I entered, I saw Michael holding the back of his neck as if it was in pain. "Hey, Michael. You okay?"

He looked at the door then looked at me, "No."

"What's wrong?"

He moved his hair towards the front so I was able to see his neck. Looking at it, printed on his neck was this:

 

#7.858

PROPERTY OF THE C.W.M.

 

This made me beyond mad. "I'll be back," I walked out of the room to the hallway, "Clover!"

I marched down to his office and swung open the door, "How dare you?! Since when is Michael your property?? Before he's anything, he belongs to me and only me!"

He turned around in his chair and faces me, "Catalina, did you forget your contract?"

"I know exactly what it said and exactly what you said to me," I retorted, "You said that my creation was in my control and so did the contract."
He got up from his chair and took out the contract. He reviewed it then looked at me in defeat. " I am truly sorry, Cat. I should've asked you for permission. This will not happen again. Forgive me?"

I looked at him and sighed, "Yeah, I guess so," Before he could say anything else, I excused myself, "I have to put Michael in his sleeping chamber."

"Michael? That's what you're calling him?" 

I glared back at him and he sat back in his chair, "Nothing, nothing."

 

 

As soon as Michael was behind the glass boarder, I turned on my microphone, "Michael can you hear me?"

He looked at me with wide eyes, but nodded.

"Good. It's resting time. Just close your eyes and relax."

He did as he was told and rested against the mattress-like wall. I left the room for him to sleep and walked to my room.

 

 

 - - - - - - - 

 

I was woken up by red flashing lights and sirens

"CODE RED. CODE RED. OVERLOAD IN ROOM 215"

'Wait... That's Michael's room!' I jumped out of my bed and slipped on a quick outfit and ran to room 215. In the room, was Michael in his chamber, shaking madly against the walls.

"Quick, restart the system!" I shouted. The more the system overloaded the more he shook with more and more violence. As soon as someone restarted the system, the lights when out. All we could here was the rattling of Michael in the chamber.

When the power came back on, Michael was still. Very still. His eyes were wide open, staring blankly. As people started to take him out of the chamber, I just hoped he didn't die. 'Please... not now.'

 

 

 

 

 

End Notes:

Michael's reaction:

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Chapter 3: I Need My Privacy by FireFliesForMJ
Author's Notes:

A well deserved chapter of 2000 Watts. Sorry if it's short. Enjoy! <333

 As they laid Michael's body on the examination table, they connected wires and cords to him.

Clover started pacing back and forth, "There's no way to tell of he's working or not! It's not like we can check his pulse!"

"Uh, boss," One of the workers said, "He does have a pulse."

Everybody shared the same confused look except me. Clover turned to face me, "Ms. Huez, can I talk to you in private?" He asked heading for the door. I nodded slowly and followed him out. 'Well, I'm dead.' When we entered the office, he sat in his chair and stared at me.

"Uh, have I ever told you how much I love the decor in your office?" I tried to shine some light on the situation.

"Do you know what you have done?"

"I gave h-"

"You gave him emotions!" He got up from his chair and walked around his desk towards me, "Cat, don't you see how bad this situation is?!"

"Yes, sir."

"Why, Cat, why? Why would you do something like this?"

"I.. I'm sorry. I just wanted... I don't know," I plopped down in one of the chairs.

There was a moment of silence, then Clover chuckled, "Ya know what? I'm not even mad anymore."

I stood up, "Wait, you're not?"

"Nope. We both did something wrong - You with the heart, me with printing on him."

"So, everything's cool?"

"Yep," He smiled, "Come on, let's go check on him."

 

When we returned to the examination room, Michael was gone. They said he ran out the room towards the catwalk. We ran towards the back of the ship where the catwalk was. Did I ever tell you we were in space?

When we reached our destination, the entrance was locked. "Michael! Open up! It's me!" I banged on the glass to try and get his attention, but he ignored me. Instead, he picked up one of the black guitars lined up along the wall. He played a couple random cords then sat it back down. He walked to the end of the catwalk and stood there. By its self, the guitar played.

 

"Ain't the pictures enough, why do you go through so much

To get the story you need, so you can bury me

You've got the people confused, you tell the stories you choose
You try to get me to lose the man I really am,"

 

He danced to his own lyrics and music. This astounded me, for there hasn't been a song that sounded this good since the late 1900's and early 2000's.

 

"You keep on stalking me, invading my privacy
won't you just let me be
‘cause you cameras can't control, the minds of those who know
That you'll even sell your soul just to get a story sold

 

"I need my privacy, I need my privacy
So paparazzi, get away from me

"Some of you still wonder why, one of my friends had to die
To get a message across, that yet you haven't heard
My friend was chased and confused, like many others I knew
But on that cold winter night, my pride was snatched away

"Now she get no second chance, she just ridiculed and harassed
Please tell me why

No there's a lesson to learn, respect's not given, it's earned
Stop maliciously attacking my integrity

 

"I need my privacy, I need my privacy
So paparazzi, just get away from me,"

 

He picked up the self playing guitar and played an epic solo, then continued the song,

 

"Now there's a lesson to learn, stories are twisted and turned
Stop maliciously attacking my integrity

 

"I need my privacy, I need my privacy
So paparazzi, get away from me

 

"I need my privacy, I need my privacy
So paparazzi, just get away from me

 

"I need my privacy, I need my privacy

So paparazzi, get away from me."

 

He dropped the guitar on the floor and walked out. He looked at Clover and said: "Next time, don't make me listen to bad music."    

End Notes:

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Chapter 4: Unspeakable (Part 1) by FireFliesForMJ
Author's Notes:

The reason the're's two parts are because while I was typing the chapter, my laptop restarted, only saving this half. So yeah, part 2 some other day. :/    

  Chapter 4: Unspeakable * * *

 

I stayed up all night long for the past 4 nights studying Michael's sleeping habits. Sometimes he wouldn't rest at all, other times he would try to sleep but wake up overloading. I tried looking for all different solutions, but all of them refuse to work. Each time I try and talk to Michael, Clover takes him to do tests and other stuff like that. 

    I sat at my desk, looking at my computer monitor. It was 5:31 in the morning. I let out a sigh and sat back in my chair. Everybody on the ship was asleep except Michael and I. Should I use this time to try and talk to him? Well, it's worth a shot.

 

I eased down the dimly lit hallway, careful enough not to wake anyone. I entered the room Michael was in and turned on the lights. He looked up at me with eyes that could hold such sadness. "Michael, why aren't you asleep?"

 

"Headphones."

 

"What about them?" I asked.

 

He pointed to another set on a table, "listen."

 

I picked them up and propped them on. At first it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Then after about a minute or so, It was quite annoying... No, flipping irritating. It was a creepy banging sound, then a click, and then a snap, while the word 'Music' was repeated the whole time. I quickly pulled the headphones off then looked at Michael. I couldn't force him to listen to that crap every night. I opened the chamber he was in, "Come with me."

"Where are we going?"

 

"Don't worry about it."

 

* * *

We entered the same room I had woken Michael up in. I picked up a scalpel, "Michael, I need you to lay on this table for me..."

 

His eyes widened and he shook his head wildly, "No..."

 

"Michael, I'm not gonna hurt you! I'm only trying to help. Trust me."

 

 

He nodded slowly and lied down on the table. I connected wires to him and connected him to the system.

 

On the computer monitor, it read the following:

 

CHARGED: 96% OBJECT: ON Turn off?

 

 

"Forgive me, Michael." As I pressed the 'Turn off' button, I prayed that he wouldn't restart. I'm probably making a huge mistake, but it's too late to turn back now.

End Notes:

Super sorry for it being so short. Review please~

Chapter 5: Unspeakable (Part 2) by FireFliesForMJ
Author's Notes:

YAYAYAYAY!

I glanced at my watch. 5:43. Okay, we need to act quick, Cat. I picked up the scalpel and slowly slid it against the skin cover of Michael's arm. I cut out the skin of his arm and examined the metal plate that covered some of his main controls near his forearm. Picking up a screw driver, I drilled into the metal, letting the bolts get loose. I opened the compartment to reveal a set of colored wires. Great. I reached into my pocket and took out my old IPod. I tucked it into the compartment and trailed the headphone wire up his arm to his shoulder. After cutting another section of his cover, I continued and placed the headphones into his ears. There, all done. 

After placing the skin cover back on Michael's body, I walked over to the computer and press the "Turn On" button. I unplugged Michael from the system and stood next to the table he was on.  "Michael...?"

After a few minutes of silence, I placed my head down and cried, "Oh, Michael, I'm so sorry..."

I felt a hand brush threw my hair, and guessed it was Clover. The hand continued its strokes, until I heard a voice. This voice wasn't like any other, yet familiar, "I make you cry?"

My head shot up to see a gently smiling Michael looking at me. I smiled and hugged him,"You're okay!" I pulled away and looked at him, "What do you hear?"

He looked up, as if to think about it, then responded, "... But Why Do I Always Feel Like I'm In The Twilight Zone and I, I Always Feel Like Somebody's Watching Me."

I giggled at the song, for it was old. I remember my Grandmother talking about how her great-grandmother used to love the song. "Good. Are you comfortable with this sound?"

He nodded and I sent him off to his room. I packed up my things and turned off the computer. As I was leaving the room, I bumped into the last person I wanted to see. Clover.

He looked at me with rage, "Ms. Huez, My Office. NOW."

Oh, Crap.



I stumbled out of Clovers' office and wiped my fallen tears away. I took a deep breath, and walked to my room. I closed the door and sighed. I glanced at the clock which read in bright bold numbers: 8:48 AM. I sat on the floor, wanting to cry even more. I was tired and hurt. 

I changed into a new set of clothes after a cold shower and went to Michael's room, hoping the events of the past 4 hours would disappear. I entered the room to see Michael awake, staring into space... literally.

He looked over at me and gave a gentle smile, "Hello."

I put a smile on my face, "Hi, Michael. Did you rest?"

He nodded then looked at me, "You no rest?"

"No, no. But it doesn't matter."

He was silent for a few moments before I looked at him. I saw that he was looking at a bloodstain on my arm. I quickly covered it, swearing to myself for not wrapping it up like I was supposed to. He moved my hand away, "You hurt..."

"No! I-I mean, no, Michael, i-it's just a stain... that's all."

He shook his head and pointed at the scar, "Fresh."

I sighed, not wanting to think about the topic, "Michael, c'mon, not now."

As if on cue, Clover walked in with a bright smile on his face, "Gooooood Morning!"

"Good day, Sir," I nodded to him and sat Michael in one chair and me in the other to begin Michael's first language session.

"Alright Michael, we've worked on this for awhile now, so you know the drill," Clover sat himself on the table, "What is 'Space' in Spanish?"

Michael looked over at me, then Clover, "... Espacio."

"No... Try again."

He sat in silence, as if to figure out the sentence he was going to say next,  "Do you need it in a sentence? 'Dame Espacio'."

They stared at each other for awhile, before Clover looked at me, "Fix him."

"Actually, he's correct. 'Dame Espacio' means 'Give Me Space'," I gave Michael a smile.

"Alright, on to the next one," He scrolled down the tablet that kept his notes, "Say a sentence in Italian."

Michael leaned forward towards Clover, "lasciaci in pace!" He smirked, "You need translation?"

Clover glared at the both of us, then stood up and walked out the room without a word spoken neither to nor from him.

End Notes:

...What happened to Cat?

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