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Best of Enemies By Ron Dow75 04) A Life for a Life The alien had set the _Mus musculus simulant it was in to automatically adjust its tertiary features to match its surroundings unless instructed not to. The humans would, no doubt, call it "chameleon mode". So, though upset, it was not surprised that it had changed the color of its skin and fur. The human that shared the _homo sapiens simulant with it had found out for himself her "chameleon mode". Carl Decatur had decided it preferred Carla to look like the rest of the family; or, rather, like the rest of the females of his family. As Carl, he was a deco orange with very short green head hair (M%ss~k%s hadn't thought humans had green hair, though.) As Carla, her skin had become more of a blush pink and her hair a strawberry blond. Those, then, were now the male mouse's colors. M%ss~k%s looked out from that long, reddish-yellow hair. Since nobody else was in the bedroom with it and the girl-simulant, it could stand on its hind legs, rather than lie mouse-flat on her head. The special axons in a simulant's brain had transceiving synapses that, through the distance-eliminating principles of hydrotranslimation, allowed its brain wave patterns to practically coexist in the same space and become synchronized with the one it was assigned to track; the two minds were made as much as one mind as the managing of two different bodies would allow. The problem, this time, was that it and the human male had to share one of those bodies. At least there were only the two of them in the Carla-simulant. All connection to the original had been eliminated from the simulant copy. All that remained of the original were the learned reflexes that were needed to operate the body properly, and the behavior and knowledge that the simulant's editor thought may come in useful someday. M%ss~k%s had personally downloaded, stored, and scrubbed all traces of its three parents from the simulants it'd borrowed. That meant its patterns were in first, relative to the Carl-human, and was, in effect, between the Carl- connection and most of the simulant's functions. M%ss~k%s could be in as much in "control" as a... subconscious. It had short- circuited the signals that would have told the Carla-conscious there was something on her head; it had reduced her resistance to outside suggestion; it taken control of this simulant's special bio-restructuring capabilities; it had- {Vr#gt! I wanted to get away from that kind of thinking!} M%ss~k%s told itself. {That is why I am looking for my own special coup! Who is going to listen to my story if it is narrated like that!?} Meanwhile, Carla had gone from just looking at the complexion on all her visible skin to touching it. She was running her left hand over her right's upper arm. As it got higher up the arm exposed by the short sleeves of the light blue blouse, her protruding mammary glands became more noticeable. (M%ss~k%s had never been a human female, but knew that there were uses for them beyond their mammary functions.) `{That's not the male response we want!}` the mouse told her, looking down at the shelf hanging out from her torso. Carla snapped out of it, and pulled her arm away with a jerk. A shudder and a shiver went through her. "This isn't a 'male' response I'm getting," Carla said. "Guy's nipples don't do this." '{Good! Now, respond to it like any human male would!}` "I'm not going to touch them!" she held her hands and feet out and away. "I think they're on the same nerve as the other one." `{The other one?}` "The other part of a girl that looks like a nipple." `{Human semantics,}` the mouse cursed. `{Carl! Respond to them as any male would who has to have human breasts! They are not male! They do not feel male! They do not let you feel male! They do not let you be male!}` Carla looked down past her boobs, "That argument'd make more sense, if I didn't feel a part of me with me!" `{Vrr#gt! Listen, Carl: When a human looses a limb, his body image will not let it go. He will feel that it's moving; he will feel that it's hot or in pain.}` "Or 'not in pain'?" Carla said. "How, how long does this, uh..." "'Ghost image'. It lasts at least a couple of months, but can last years." "Years!?" Then Carla smiled, "Years? I can still feel like this years from now?" `{Carl! You're missing more than just your male appendage!}` "But I have all the other appendages!" And she looked, once more, at her chest, "And extra ones. There was only one I thought I might miss." `{Is that all male body-image means to you!?}` the mouse squeaked in frustration. `{This is going to be like escape velocity.}' it muttered to itself. `{At least the rest of your body-image is still there. I just have to push the right buttons to activate it. Get in front of a mirror.}` "A mirror?" Carla began to show resistance to M%ss~k%s's suggestions. `{R%v~tk!}` the mouse triumphed. `{You do not want to see yourself as a human girl! The pleasure you take from having a girl's body is merely part of your adjustment process. Psychologically, you are still a human male. The buttons that can block your paths to accepting femininity are still wired and live.}` "What?" Carla asked. "Could you repeat that, Super-Brain?" `{No. There's a mirror on the wall beside the door. Look into it. Remember, once you like being a girl, I cannot guarantee I can get you out of that body.}` "You're the Super-Brain, I guess." She took a deep breath, and got up from the chair. As Carla, not Carl, she was shorter, lighter; her weight had shifted, and she had hips! She walked towards the mirror to the left of the door. It were these sensations among hundreds of others she was feeling that would tell her that there really would be a girl in front of it. She could only pretend that it was a different girl she would be looking at. She was a girl, now. She- "...have to do something, Decatur! She's gone! She's beyond recovery!" "That's Mr. Nestor!" Carla said, walking past the mirror. `{Get back here, and look in the mirror!! Vrr#gt the hypothalamus, and all it's emo-}' M%ss~k%s's twittering rant was stopped when it glanced in the mirror: It recognized that body!! It knew who the original of the simulant was!! The alien may have no control over human emotions, but it could shut down the unset tertiary pigmentation functions: Carla's body returned to her still unaltered default settings of tan skin and brunet hair. M5ss~k%s quickly scheduled a reminder to itself: That night, while she slept, it would alter the tertiary shapes of Carla's face and body. +++ Leathery 50-year-old Charles Decatur told Homer Nestor, "Carl will take responsibility for his part in your accident." Fresh-faced 16-year-old Carl Decatur protested, "No I won't! It was that crazy girl's fault!" A dark haired 13-year-old smirked, "All girls go crazy around you." His sister's husband told him, "That'll be enough out of you, Aaron!" The slightly paunchy, five feet ten, or so, man had stopped his pacing in front of the older-looking man, "Responsibility? Responsibility!?" His long mousy brown hair coming out from beneath what could've been mistaken for baseball batter's cap. "What good is responsibility!?" He had on large square glasses that he obviously needed to see with, but that also had small rectangular screens that came out of the frames on arms along the bottom and sides. "Will that bring Elsa back!? She's gone, I tell you! Gone!!" he wailed. Evy Decatur was coming out of the kitchen area, "The responsibility Carl will take is the same this family shall take, Mr. Nestor. We shall all witness on your behalf. We can all attest it was an accident." "I can't! I wasn't here," Aaron said. The strawberry blonde with the blush pink complexion continued, "Surely, Mr. Lewis can be brought to understand it was an act of God. The anger is part of the grieving, but, in the end, we must all accept His Will. It is the only sane thing we can do." "Lou Lewis sane!? They kicked him out of WWF try-outs because he was too violent! He's the reason they have to hire bodyguards to protect their wrestlers!!" "Nestor has a point, Evy," her steel-gray haired husband said. "When some gangsters tried to take over his motorcycle club, he stopped them almost single-handedly." "He's done stunts that even the professionals won't do!" Aaron said, ready to repeat the wild tales he'd heard. "He's a jerk, alright," Carl said. "He has just not yet seen there are better ways to spend your life than dying," Evy said, ever hopeful. "You have to give me the money I need to replace Elsa!" Nestor said, risking bodily harm by grabbing onto the aquarium Hawaiian shirt of a man who had a reputation of being less hot tempered than Lou Lewis only by degrees. "In case you hadn't heard," Charles Decatur said, removing the other man's hands from himself, "I am no longer a millionaire." "You're an inventor, Mr. Nestor," Evy's smile brightened. "Perhaps you could replace Mr. Lewis' prized collector motorcycle with something he'll like better!" "Do you have any idea what you're saying!!?!" "Evy! The man could be giving up a fortune-making idea," Charles tried to explain. "`Or getting one,`" a voice unfamiliar to Nestor said. "I'm more concerned with saving the ...What do you mean?" Nestor turned to the girl who'd come into the entrance area from the hall to the bedrooms. "What am I saying?" Carla asked. "She is crazy," Aaron only half whispered. "Not only does she talk to herself, she doesn't listen." M%ss~k%s spoke in a voice so low and sub-audible that only Carla heard it, `{I am your Super-Brain. I can make super-things.}` "Oh, yeah. My Super-Brain can make you something," Carla said during the brief moment after M%ss~k%s had taken direct control of the simulant that she was most open to the alien's suggestions. "She is crazy," Nestor agreed. "She's been messed with by aliens," Carla said. "Maybe she does got a super brain to go with her super body." "She does have a super body," Aaron smiled at it. "This is serious!" Nestor told them. "I have no time for kid- games!" "Wait a minute, Nestor," Charles held up a hand. "As much as I hate agreeing with my stupid son; the girl can do things you only see in shows." "If Carla wants to help, why not graciously accept the offer?" Evy said. "What have you got to lose?" "Our lives?" Nestor said. "Quite possibly," Carla said under her breath. `{Your family is in trouble. You are in trouble. You have no better idea of how to get out of trouble.}` M%ss~k%s told Carla. Nestor shook his head in resignation, "Necessity is the mother of luck." Then he looked again at the girl, "Though I never thought of her as being so young." "`If you have one of your inventions, I can prove my claim.`" "My inventions?" the man felt around in the pockets of his lab smock, pulling out miniature compressor motor, an old transistor radio, a coil of copper wire... `{What are you doing with a jar of water?}` "What are you doing with a jar of water?" Carla repeated. It looked to her like an ordinary canning jar. "What is this for?" Nestor looked at it. "Either I was going to make sun-brewed tea, or cold fusion." `{He would have a better chance at making cold fission. But he has enough to make a primitive hydrotranslimation electrostatic reciprocal field.}` "You have enough to make a primitive hydro-trans elimination, whatever," Carla told Nestor. "A hydrotrans-elimination what?" `{I cannot explain now. It would take too many sentences. Just get the items. Tell him it is for teleporting.}` "Teleporting? Cool!" Carla said, going to get the things. "'Teleporting'?" Nestor repeated, wondering if he should feel wonder. "'Teleporting'?" Carl said. "She really does know alien stuff." "That would be cool," Aaron said. "'Teleporting'?" Charles said skeptical. "Does that have anything to do with telephony?" Evy asked. "Is she going to call home like E.T.?" '{Me? Call home before I get my coup!?}` M%ss~k%s did not even want to think about that. Thanks to Carl, it had destroyed not only its parents' vehicle, but also all but one of their simulants! If it didn't get its coup, it would be married as soon as it got home and grounded for its entire fertility cycle, never getting a chance to have a story it could live with! Carla and Nestor looked around for some place to put the things, and took them to the nearest counter in the kitchen area. "Evy," Charles explained, "teleporting is like what they do on "Star Trek"." "When they sparkle?" she said. "Do they break the people down, or turn them into a form that can be sent through subspace?" Aaron asked. "I'm not sure if they ever did make it clear how it worked," Carl said. `{Tell them hydrotranslimation opens a portal to-}` "Where is he?!!" a man mountain barged into the Decatur house. The completely bald man with the thick mustache joined to his sideburns wore a black tank top with the logo "Death Wish?" and a number of crossed-out IIII's. He wore long, unorthodox black belt on his white martial arts pants, and he had on composite combat boots. "Mr. Lewis!" Evy greeted him as if he were a guest. "There he is!!" Lewis roared. He was looking at Carl. "Not me!! Him: Nestor's over there!!" Carl yelled, leaping up from the beige couch. (While Aaron moved as far away on his end as he could.) (Evy said, "Mr. Lewis! Accidents do-") "I want you!!" Lewis told him in a way that sounded to the teenager too much like a pro-wrestler. "You're the one who killed Elsa!!" he said, using the jumping over the railing separating the entrance area from the great room. ("Elsa was not a creature of God...") "Nestor's the one who ran his solar car over your bike!!" Carl screamed, scrambling on and launching himself from the ottoman in front of him. "Lewis!! This is my house!! You're trespassing!!" Carl's dad told the man at least four inches and hundred pounds of muscle larger than he was. Lewis put his fists on his waist, and stared down at 50-year-old he thought had a heart problem, "So!?" ("Thou shalt not trespass- ") "I'll call the police!" Decatur said. "I'll call the police!!" Carl said, looking around the kitchen area. "Where'd you leave the phone!?!!!" ("The phone?") "Ha!" Lewis said. "By the time the constables get here, I'll have revenged Elsa!" And he physically moved Charles. "An eye for an eye." "Eyes!!?!" Carl cried. "Somebody do something!!" (Nestor was around the corner, on the other side, near the back door, ready to run, but watching what the girl was doing.) Charles stretched out a leg, and tripped Lewis. While Carl slammed his hands down on the counter in front of Carla: "Do something!! You're the alien with superpowers!!" The copper wire that she'd wrapped around the jar also held the compressor motor on top of the lid; a metal tube from the engine and three wires had been poked through the lid and sealed. "You're as stupid as your son," Lewis said, smiling as he got up from the floor. ("My husband is not stupid, Mr. Lewis!") The body of the girl Carl thought that mice had abducted and changed for their own alien purposes was assembling the things at a speed that was only a little faster than normal for a human. "Don't tell me, tell my Super-Brain," Carla told him. "I don't know why it's not using my fast-forward!" "I'll take care of you, after I take care of that kid!" ("Mr. Lewis, you'll-") "You'll take care of me, first!!" Charles Decatur challenged him. "Dad!!" Carl screamed. "Oh, I wish I wasn't a coward!" "You stop thinking like me, and help!" Carla told Carl. She had wrapped one end of one of the wires to the radio's antenna, and was attaching the other wires to the insides of the radio by rearranging its circuits. "You want to have a go!?!" Lewis smugged, turning to the man. ("Men! Violence does not solve anything!" Evy said; while Aaron commented, "I wish that were true.") "You're the one with the powers!" Carl told Carla. "Do something!" "Right now, my power is brain-power!" Carla pleaded; she was in the middle of using her microscopic vision to help her change the circuits. "It says it needs my body to finish whatever this is!" Carl turned to Nestor. "I have no idea what she's making. It has something to do with electrical signals. But using water as a medium?." Carla was, now, taking the remaining copper wire and twisting it into a zigzag antenna with strange twist to it. "I'm warning you, Decatur!" Lewis said. "Fighting is war! All's fair!" ("That's disgusting!" Evy said. "Have you seen the news?") "I used to be run a mutual fund," Charles told the man, up in the classic boxing style. "I know about war!" "Good! I've always wanted to-" "Charles, run!!" Evy cried, jumping on Lewis's broad, muscular back. "Evy!!" Charles yelled, stepping forward to flatten the man. "Evy!!" Carl screamed, racing out of the kitchen. "Evy!?!" Carla turned to see. The powerful little compressor had been turned on and causing the water to chill inside the jar. Lewis ducked forward, slamming his fist into Decatur's gut; even as Charles's fist missed Lewis's face -to hit Evy's!! Carl started cursing, "Dirty, stinking, pile of-" Carla ran past him. Her hands kept the radio and the jar with the other (copper) antenna wide apart; but her foot kicked -Thin air! Lewis had started lurching about. A semi-conscious Evy was somehow holding onto man's neck and shoulder. "Wh, what'sh going on?" Lewis said like a drunk. "I, I know he did,nn't hit me!" When he reached to pull the woman off of him, he couldn't bring his hands up high enough. Carla's next kick got enough of his thigh to send him spinning. Carl was there, now, to hit Lewis squarely in the jaw. "OWW!!!" Carl screamed, hurting only himself. Lewis fell against the long wall, and reached out for a tapestry to hold himself up with; he brought down Noah's Ark onto Carl, as well as the flowery Oriental rug he'd landed against. Carla got out of the way as the rug fell on Lewis and Evy. `{Finished. I wonder if I should try for a little more mayhem? Oh, well.}` And Carla's hand turned on the radio. ` "It's dark under here! And stuffy! I think I have claustrophobia!" ` said a voice that Carla remembered hearing in Carl's head. `{Wrong channel.}` As it moved up the dial, the radio got, ` "A radio that can tune in on sub-audible vocalizations! Remarkable! Is that I? I-" ` `{That Nestor-human can figure out what I create!}` The radio came to, `"I haven't lost! As long as I can stand-I can't stand!"` it sounded almost like Lewis's voice, only higher, and more articulate, Carla thought. "'Articulate' for a drunk, that is." '"I may be down, but I haven't lost!"` `{Carla, between his legs.}` "Right," Carla said. She kicked. `{Mr. Lewis, you lost.}` 5) The Creative Life M%ss~k%s released its control over the human-simulant's hands. The sub-audible radio and jar were dropped in the transition phase. It'd been close; Carla had nearly fought back for control when it saw her stepmom injured. (Though not his dad, the mouse noted.) Carla used her enhanced strength to toss away the large flowery Oriental rug that'd been covering Lewis and her stepmom. "Stop complaining! You're the one who wants everybody to think he's tough!" she told him, lifting the goliath up carefully so that the semi-conscious woman had a chance to slide off of the man's back. `{Hit him in the solar plexus.}` "He's already-Oh! His 'off' button!" Holding Lewis up with one hand, Carla hit him in the stomach. His whine was silenced. `{I don't hear any sub-vocalizations,}` the alien mouse in Carla's hair was satisfied. "Now what do we do with him?" Carla asked. "Keep him for the police!" her dad said, getting over his own case of stomach cramps. "He's trespassing in our house!" Now that he could, he was coming over to see how bad he'd hurt his wife. "No, let's not involve the police!" Nestor asked. "They'll only hold him for a few days, at most. Even restraining orders won't stop him! We need a solution!" "He still broke into my house!" Charles Decatur said, ready to ignore the reasoned plea. "Mr. Lewis, can you hear me?!" Carla asked as she lifted the giant over her head and shook him. The WWF reject nodded his head. "As you can see, I got a superbody, now." The bruiser agreed. "I also got a Super-Brain-" "She does, Lewis!" Nestor said. "If anybody can do something to replace your Elsa, it's this lady!" "Do you want me to help you..." and she got a wicked gleam in her gaze. "Or not?" The he-man had a difficult time giving the small girl any answer. Nestor ran as he saw her about to slam the man onto the floor (and, M%ss~k%s made sure, the radio). She then threw herself across she upper chest, pinning his left arm with bare legs, and his right arm with her hands. "Say uncle! Admit you lost!" "She likes to wrestle!" Carl said, coming out from under the Noah's Ark wall hanging in time to see the event. That told Carla why this girl body he was in wasn't getting the response she was looking for: "I said give up, or I'll make sure you can't use those hands!!" "Give!" the muscle builder said, feeling the pressure, managed to say. "Uncle." Carla got up off the man at once. "Now, get out!!" she told him, pulling him up, and flipping him towards the door. (Nestor backed towards the flower-print easy chair, trying to get a hold on his nerves.) "Oh, man!" she then said, adjusting her stepmom's black lace bra in a very unlady-like manner, "Why do I have to wear this!? It doesn't hurt, but it's a damned nuisance! Not to mention what a French-cut does to you!" she said, pulling, too, at her matching black lace panties under her mom's sister's gray pleated skirt. She was going to turn around to see how her mom was, when she noticed Aaron. The 14-year-old unkempt brunette was sitting with his feet on the beige couch, staring at her. Or rather what she was doing with the girl underwear. "Do you want to be next?!" "Er, no! I guess not!" he looked away. Carla knew Carl; she spun around. "You been checking me out?!" "You're the one who said we're going to be married," his prurient interest fought with his common sense. "We're not married, yet!" Carla said to the one she thought was an alien that'd taken over his body and made him this girl. "And we won't be, if you keep that up!" "Carl, think of something else besides sin, for once?" his dad told her. He was kneeling beside the woman he'd accidentally struck. "Carla, can you help my wife, Evy?" "No, I'm fine. Honest!" the strawberry blonde said, still looking a bit groggy. But she was getting a large bruise beside her mouth. "Sure, I'll help. I have powers," a pleased Carla smiled. "I helped you, Dad!" After beating a terror like Lou Lewis, having powers was giving her a rush, again. She put a hand on Evy Wyman Samson Decatur's forehead. "Heal... Become all right... Let my power uninjured you..." All the while she was saying this, though, her mind was thinking of what it was like to touch the forbidden woman of his boyhood dreams. "...My microscopic vision is working... I'm zeroing in on the problem..." Of course, Carl was now Carla; and she was touching just a forehead. "Come on... activate! Start your magic, or science fiction, or whatever it is..." Maybe if, she touched something lower... Before she could get up her nerve to, in fact, lower her hand, or hands, to touch some soft flesh: The bruise began to heal! "I'm doing it!" Carla tried to sound happy. "Thank you, Carla!" her dad said, obviously relieved about Evy. "How do you feel, Honey?" he asked the woman in his arms. "I am not as sore as I was," Evy smiled for him. "Thank you, Carla. You have a gift for healing. You should now thank God for it." "I should thank a stupid alien!" she said, turning back around. Yep; Carl was still looking at this too pretty body she was in. Hungrily. "Are you completely stupid, or are you hiding your powers, waiting until you can jump me?!" "I wish. -I mean, no! I don't think I have powers." "Of course, with aliens involved, I might have powers. I was abducted. Maybe they gave me powers, and erased my memory of them." "I did not sound that stupid!!" Carla told him. "Ohooh!" Carl groaned. "I thought you'd gotten over your imprinting on me, and had started acting like Mom!" "She will act like a proper Christian woman. We have to give her time, though," Evy said, getting up with the help of her husband. "Miracles happen. But if God gave us everything we wanted, when we wanted, we'd all be on his Welfare! We have to earn some of his miracles!" "Sermon number 138," Aaron commented, still staying on the couch (and sneaking glances at the girl's super body). "Not one of Dad's better ones." "Excuse me," Mr. Nestor said, coming over at last. He was pale, but he looked calmer. "You said you had an idea on how to give Lewis a replacement for his motorcycle?" Carla looked at Carl (and thought of Aaron behind her). She headed for the front door, "Come on. I'll let my Super-Brain explain things on the way to your place." +++ Carla walked out into public. She kept pulling down (when she wasn't readjusting the lingerie) on the skirt she was unused to wearing. Of course, she was unused to wearing any woman's clothes! Though she tried her best to keep her mind off of the sheer green scarf around her neck, a light blue short sleeved blouse that didn't feel like a shirt, a gray pleated skirt, a white half-slip, black lacey satin bra and French-cut panties, they were always there. Like her body was. At least you have the body to wear them. "You have boobs. You have a pussy!" "What!??" Mr. Nestor asked. "I'm just reminding myself I'm a girl." "Anybody just has to look at you to see that!" "Yes (Sigh!). That's what people see. Just like they see Carl and think it's me." "What?" "Mr. Nestor, you're into making weird stuff. You're sort of a mad scientist-type. You should understand. I accidentally crashed and destroyed this alien's spaceship! All I was able to save was this girl from the giant test tube the alien had her in. The alien's getting back at me by putting me inside the girl, and keeping my body for itself! It didn't want to be the girl, so I'm stuck in her!" "I am not a 'mad scientist'. I am an independent research consultant. I have several patents. I get a steady enough income from their royalties that I am able to be fairly selective whom I loan my services out to. And there are companies that do hire me! This 'mad scientist' concept is the fiction of people who would believe a fantasy story like you just told." "Okay! I'm sorry! You heard 'mad scientist' and stopped listening! But aren't my superpowers worth you thinking I might be telling the truth?!" "You are remarkably strong and fast. You are also a genius. If anybody is 'mad', it might be you. An 'alien girl' would be more interesting to the public than a simple human genius. But you must also realize that it is a dangerous game. You have heard of 'The Goose That Laid the Golden Eggs'?" "Uh... Dissection?" Carla paled. He nodded, and added, "At the least: Disney." "No, not Disney. Touchstone, maybe. They're the division that deals in non-G rated stuff." +++ Being part of a suburban cul-de-sac development, all the houses looked very much alike, with mainly variations on the theme that reflected more of their individual owners preferences. They had all started out as one-and-a-half story peaked rectangles. Where the Decatur home was a shingled, with a detached garage that helped screen the long side yard, the Nestor home had deep cobalt blue metallic siding and roof (no doubt having something to do with his interest in solar power), and the only two story garage around. It was taller than his house, and attached to it by an extension that had a door in the entrance area that wasn't in Carla's house. That, as far as she knew, was the only way into a garage that didn't even have windows, not counting the skylights. "Popper has a girlfriend," joked Curie Nestor. Her shiny coppery hair was done up in a French braid that she'd wrapped around and up towards her pulled back left hairline, while she let the right side have bangs, giving the girl even more character (She had thick eyebrows and wide cheekbones over a short face; neither beautiful, pretty or cute, she was still attractive.) "It's her!!" Carl's quote 'sister' unquote cried. Carla stared back at Deborah Samson. An off-the-shoulder toga! That was the first thing Carla thought of. Except its mini-skirt only wrapped around as far as the hipbones; the rest was contoured like the bottom of a one-piece bathing suit. The toga's right shoulder was bare, and coil of aluminum went around the pretty brunette's slim waist and up to disappear behind her back and come back to loop around her right breast, which was covered in a pale blue fabric. "The one that wants to marry Carl!?!" There was no ambiguity about what Curry thought of that: She can't be in her right mind. "Curry, will you put some clothes on? We have company," her long- suffering Popper asked. "I have clothes on," she said. Right now, the girl with large chest and butt had on her "Seven Veils" that seemed to promise to reveal something if she moved the wrong way. Carla, though, knew that Curry was probably wearing two inventions of her father's, a "chastity g-string" and equally skimpy "chastity g-stamps" on top. Carl had never gotten the chance to find out what they would do if he tried to, uh, "peek" under them. "Even if I didn't, it's just you and girls, here." "I'm not so sure about that," Deborah said, picking up an afghan from the sofa (causing its solid color pillows to go onto the floor). She had seen that the new girl's gaze, despite ample reason to look at Curry, had remained focused on her and this stupid "Bauhaus Amazon" costume Curry had put her in. "Where's your brother, Edison?" her dad asked. "Oh, you know how Edda is," Curry said, trying to take the sofa cover away from her guest. "If it's one of my 'costumes', he does not want to have any part of it at all." Nestor spoke to the distracted Carla, "Come into my workshop before my daughter has you being a model for her creations!" "Uh? Me?" Carla became less distracted: "Me!? It's bad enough I have to wear ordinary girl-clothes!" "She doesn't like wearing girl's clothes?" Deborah asked, letting herself lose the battle over the coverlet now that she saw that the strange girl was leaving with Curry's dad. "She should have a talk with Edda," Curry said; she grinned when she had the afghan under her control. "I know who'd I bet on." +++ The extension from the house to the garage was a gallery of display cases, with prototypes, scale working models, trophies and awards; on the wall were patents, certificates, citations, and awards. The roller floor slid them by them without giving them much chance to look at them; which made Carla glad. She knew that the floor could also be made to keep you at each of the item while either Nestor or a narrator (both, actually) would tell you why it was important you stop and study them. But, today, they were going double-time past them. They passed the low security airlock and its plastic strips. The first workshop was a jumble of different pieces of hardware laid out on a maze of worktables, with more in open cabinets above them. The tables and the cabinets were on intersecting tracks for easy rearrangement (all done manually or by computer, Carla remembered the narrator saying). "I'm sure if I don't have what you need, I can get one of my suppliers to special deliver it within hours," Mr. Nestor said. "You're right. This doesn't look like any mad scientist lab I've ever seen on TV." Carla shuffled into the room in confusion. Everywhere, above and below eye-level, there was a continuous snake of tubing that gave off a light the seemed more sunlight than soft white. "What is your idea?!" Nestor now pressed the girl genius. "My idea?" Carla was still trying to make sense of all the different kinds of technology pieces. "On replacing Mr. Lewis's motorcycle!!" "Oh, that. You have all this high-powered brain-equipment and you're afraid of a brawn-head like Mr. Lewis?" "If I was interested in that kind of applications I'd hire myself out to the Pentagon, or NSA!" "Then, maybe, we can get them to help, if I can't get him to back off." Carla was stalling. Her Super-Brain wasn't talking to her, and hadn't been for some time... since, uh, she tried to heal her stepmom: That was it. She tried to get it to turn her microscopic vision on and zoom in on Mom's injuries, and then have it do whatever it was it did when it changed things at the cellular level. All of it was gross, and she didn't understand any of it; but it had worked with Dad, and (shudder) Deborah. But nothing had happened. Mom must've... healed herself? Well, she's into that faith-healing stuff. "Mister Nestor, I have to be alone with my Super-Brain. I need to talk to it, and it might not want other people hearing any secrets." Nestor eyed the young girl suspiciously. "You know I have security cameras; and alarms that will activate security procedures if you leave the green lines on the floor?" Carla looked at the painted lines on the floor beneath her boobs and skirt. "As, uh, long as I stay on the green lines, uh, nothing's going to happen?" +++ "Super-Brain. Super-Brain!" Carla said handling the odd circuit board, airbrush, gage, and miniature cam-engine she came across. "Where are you? Why aren't you talking to me?" The M%ss~k%s had finally made it past the last threshold of the airlock. `{That Nestor-human is so worried about bugs even a mouse has a difficult time bypassing his security.}` It jumped up onto the nearest table to survey the workshop. Nearby was what to the technologically illiterate (which would definitely include Carl and Carla) would look like an ordinary laptop computer left open in front of a thin-bodied 22" TV (and two 15" TVs next to that). The worktable was beside something that could be mistaken for a large filing cabinet if that same illiterate wasn't paying attention to it, if it weren't for the noises it made. It was a mainframe computer, and it was connected to the laptop by special fiber optic cables. The mouse whistled, and looked around at the wide variety of components the Nestor- human had. `{Most of his money goes for his equipment. That is why he lives in this housing development. And he is too paranoid to trust his workshop in a place where humans posing as security guards could gain access. Still, I think something is missing from this picture. `{What prevents humans from kidnapping him or his family?}` +++ "Well? Well?!" Nestor interrupted his pacing up and down his home's entrance area to come over to Carla. "I, er, uh'm still working on it. Even Super-Brains can't come up with a fix-all all at once. It, it takes time, for the Brain to work out the, uh, details. Right? I mean, you don't make an invention as soon as you come up with the idea! (Do you?)" "Oh!" Nestor was nearly pulling the long, dull hair that wasn't hidden by his "batter's cap". "Why'd I have to go an invent that personal-security system for me and my family! It'll be a disaster, if it's ever activated!" Two teenage girls were still in "costume" in the great room: "What's he talking about?" Deborah asked Curry, reaching for the afghan again. Curry sat on it. "You don't want to know! We're that 'weird family', already." "You're weird, alright. Why do I let you put me in these stupid outfits?" "Because you're a teenager who comes from an uptight, conservative family," Curry smiled; she'd put herself in a sloppy lotus position, and was having fun being a "Guru". "You're too much of a goody to do any serious rebelling, so you taste the forbidden fruit through role playing. That's why you take drama and the arts." "And taking out all of her bottled up frustrations out on me, I mean Carl!" "Miss, uh, Carla!" Nestor pleaded. "If you want to prevent an unnatural catastrophe, please go back into the workshop." "Poppers! It won't be that bad. Look at all the abuse Edison's gotten: They've survived." Carla was suddenly glad she hadn't been one of Edison's tormentors. "I'm, taking my mind off of it! Can't go bumping my head against a wall before it's ready to break through." Carla went into the great room. Mr. Nestor started pacing again. He thought about hiding in his workshop, but then thought of something else he could do, and went out. "You were right the first time, when you said I was going to do to you what I do to my stupid sub-sib, Carl!" Deborah said. "Especially, if you keep looking at me like that!" Carla held up her hands for peace, "Do you always get this uptight about, uh, girls seeing you?" "You should see her in girls' gym," Curry said. "Along with most of the girls. Unlike you, Curry Nestor!" "I'm basically a nudist at heart, despite my body's flaws." ("Flaws?" Carla noted her large boobs.) "And that is why most of the girls in gym are uptight about showing their bodies. But you, Deborah Samson, do not have any body flaws worth mentioning." (Carla was about to agree, but decided, for once, to hold her tongue.) "There is still such things as modesty and decorum," Deborah answered. "Which is why you wear my designs," Curry smiled at her friend. "They have nothing to do with modesty and decorum, and is why you get a thrill wearing them." "Where are my clothes!" Deborah had had enough, and headed for the hall to the bedrooms. "Your brother had better not be trying them on!" "They wouldn't fit him!" Curry smiled as she passed them. "That wouldn't stop somebody from the 'Creative Nestors'!" "True!" Curry's smile grew. "Have you ever heard of little silk bungee cords?" "Aa!" Deborah stifled a cry as her imagination explained what that invention could do when applied to her clothes. Hopefully, they'd have clips, not hooks. Carla was sorry to see Deborah leave; but at least it gave her the chance to see her from a different angle in the Amazon-toga- thing. She talked to Curry, though, "Why don't you do your costumes inside your room?" "You haven't seen my room." "Uh, no." "Carla" hadn't. Carl had. He had naively thought girls were neater than boys, like his step mom and sub-sib. But, then, too, Curry was not a typical girl. "I'm like Isadora Duncan, the founder of modern dance!" Curry said, getting up off the floor. "I need room to stretch my imagination, and let it soar in flights of fancy free by flexing..." Deborah was out of sight, now: "Okay! I get the picture," Carla didn't need to hear that speech again. (Why did it seem just about everybody she knew liked to give speeches? At least Lewis hadn't given his wrestling "I'm going to hunt you; then I'm going to hurt you!" catch phrase.) "Are you going to dance like that?" "This is how Miss Isadora danced! Free and unrestricted, as she let Mother Nature touch her creation as she breathed the inspiration of the Muse Terpsichore..." It was easy to tune out Curry's words, since Carla was concentrating on the body underneath the veils, now that Deborah wasn't there to distract her. Curry did have a nice body (she did have boobs that seemed larger than her cat-shaped head; though they were not acting as pendulous as they should despite all her prancing and gyrating); and there was the suggestion that she had nothing on underneath, and the tease that more of her tan skin would be revealed (Damn! There had to be something that kept those veils over the interesting parts). But Curry wasn't her type. Deborah was. She was his stepmom's sister, after all. Both of them had a body that- "Come on, join me!" Curry picked up Carla's hand, and did a spin under it. "No!" Carla said, wanting to take back her hand without brute force. "Don't be like the guys!" Curry teased, holding on. "We're allowed to be silly, if not sensuous." "Uh, right, ...sensuous." And silly. Carla suddenly found herself in a "tango" position, looking up at the girl holding her up by her waist, her breasts over her own. Curry was looking into her eyes, and saying, "I think I can teach you to be very sensuous." Carla did not feel silly. Carla did not feel like a man. The End of this chapter +++ Notes: Though simulants' special axons are able to respond directly to the brain patterns of the minds it has been set to track, the "hydrotranslimation electrostatic reciprocal field" was too primitive to read brainwaves. It read, instead, the minute electrical sparks that occur in the voice box (and inner ear) in all of us when we think in words. We may think when we use conscious thought we are not using the part of our body we most associate with words, but we do. The "teleporter" part of M%ss~k%s's receiver was what allowed it to get "close enough" to 'hear' what was being said. "Hydrotranslimation": Water has several unique properties. (Such as freezing from the top down.) It is also necessary for life-as- we-know-it. Life is unique in being anti-entropy; it orders a universe going into chaos. So, in my pseudo-scientific universe, a "Bermuda Triangle" portal is opened up in space-time when water is under the right variables (one of those being sub-limation; that is, the going from vapor to ice, or ice to vapor without becoming liquid first). So far the teleportation has been done on the subatomic (i.e., electrical impulses) level. But, as you can guess, M%ss~k%s is going to set up ways to get around on its own. And, yes, aliens had abducted Evy when she was a teenager, and made a simulant-copy of her. That, as we shall find out, led eventually to her marriage to Charles. The Evy-simulant could have been very popular since Carla's powers to restructure things are merely an enhancement of Evy's own powers. Yes: Evy Wyman Samson Decatur has powers. She also has a bent of mind that no alien editor had yet been able to wholly eliminate from the Evy- simulant; the simulant, as far as M%ss~k%s's parents were concerned, was defective. She has not been reconnected to the Carla-simulant. Yet.