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Station Six 2: Nobody Ever Had So Many Girlfriends! By Ron Dow75 {Prolog: With the technology to tap into the unlimited energy of space-time particles comes the danger of blowing up existence. An alliance of alien phylums devised a way to monitor this power and, if necessary, shunt the destruction out of our universe using black holes. Now the danger comes from a few living machines with unlimited power and the capability of doing anything that their engineered black holes can. And despite all the precautions, one lone human had inadvertently awakened the suppressed soul of Station Six. The fate of the universe now rested on him.} "Don't think about her! You've been rejected before. Do what you're good at!" muttered James T. Carter, a short, pudgy 19-year-old with brown hair that need a trim and a comb, and odd glasses told the student reporter. He wore combat boots, a many-pocketed camouflage pants and shirt over an open green blazer. A college boy no older than him asked, "Weren't you the ones that captured the monster?!!" following him, the three other college companions, five dogs, and one macaque as they headed back to the college campus. He had to raise his voice to be heard above the noise behind him (and causing the dogs to bark more). James T. Carter stated, "No," staring fixed ahead. (The Labrador seemed to prefer him.) Monroe Monro asked, "We're not?" a lean boy whose curly hair stood up on head; he had on simple jeans, geometrically patterned sports shirt, and a black backpack. Darlene Lizardi said, "No!" an oval cut-to-the-nape with long bangs brunet with a pleasant peasant face wearing a long white embroidered buttonless shirt with sleeves that came just below her elbows; it was belted just to give herself a waist, and it came down past her brown pants as if it were a dress; cross-trainers were on her feet. She was carrying the large monkey in a cowboy suit. "No one captured the monster! It never belonged to anyone!" Devon Bostock said, "Except the alien," a wide boy who looked like he could play on the football team (jeans and an '86' jersey). "I touched him!" he said, looking at his upraised hands. The one with the recorder microphone said, sticking it in the larger boy's face (and risking getting bit by the poodle close by his side), "Then you did get close!!" James, the quartets leader said, "No comment!" stopping them all in the middle of the street. His lenses were insectoid, and optic fibers ran from the back of his earpieces down under his camo clothes. The dogs began barking at something new: A news van barely stopped in time. The journalism student with the mike yelled at it, "Go away!! This is my story!" The professional reporter in the passenger seat asked, "What??" sticking her head out of the window. She was professionally made-up. James pointed up the street behind them at were the College Business District began, "He said there are a hundred or more people over there." What could be seen from this angle were: the three alarm contingent of fire trucks and medic vans that clogged the road ahead; a bunch of yellow-slickered firemen arguing among themselves, with their bemedaled "Fire Commander" trying to get their attentions; the rear of their tank engine that stuck out past the corner; the "Eta Iota Chi Schooner" lunch wagon and other miscellaneous vehicles that were parked, double parked, and parked so that there was not even any sidewalk space; and a mostly hidden group of what looked like more college kids shouting at and shoving around two men, one a fat man wearing a 'By the Slice' T- shirt, and one dressed like a policeman. But, from the sound of it, there were at least a hundred people beyond them: All talking among each other. "And they all want to be interviewed!" Darlene scowled, "Especially the "Show-off Queen" and her jerk brother." The macaque agreed, "Ch-chee-cha!" The student reporter told the one in the van, "And Mr. Murrow's journalism classes are covering all of them!" The paid reporter said, "Sounds like a good enough reason to start with you," getting out of the news van. The student said, "Quick: Tell me what you saw!!" shoving his recorder's mike back under the mouth of the boy built like a tackler (and, this time, the poodle yipped and jumped at his hand). Devon asked his leader as he bent to control the toy poodle, "Er... Why don't we want to let people know?" {The gentle college man was big enough to be a tackle.} James reminded him. "Because the news never gets it right!! We have to get on the net, and tell the people that really count what happened!" Monroe brightened and echoed the thought, "Of course! 'The Interplanetary Science Fiction Federation'!" Devon got a faraway look, "We can be real celebrities!" The macaque rolled his eyes, "Chee-Cha!" Darlene said to the macaque, "Right: Oh, brother. Every fanboy's dream; to be the invited guest speaker at cons." {The only makeup she wore was a little lipstick and mascara.} James said, "Oh, great!" seeing (what his Labrador saw:) yet another news crew coming up the street. Monroe asked, "Why is the street on this side clear?" The woman reporter with the microphone reported, "The police have been controlling the access." She had to wait for the cameraman to unstow his equipment. "Now, if people see you on National television, aren't you more likely to be invited to your cons?" James (and his dog) barked "Devon!!" He was on his way to the campus, again. The student reporter pleaded (the cameraman was faster than he'd hoped), "At least tell us what the alien looked like!" Devon hesitated, "Well... uh," seeing the other members of the local SFF chapter leaving without him. "It, uh, sort of looked like--" "AAAAAAAA!!!" a skinny and borderline homely looking college-aged boy with the short Fade and wearing a pizza delivery uniform screamed as he ran over the grass for the wall and his leap off the campus. "...AAA!..." Devon said, pointing, "The alien looked like him!!" "...AAA!..." James ordered, "Don't let him get away!!" as he pulled Darlene over beside him to form a wall. "...AAA!..." She said, "Are you crazy!?!" backing away--But getting no further than the boy behind her. "...AAA!..." Monroe took her other hand, and formed the other end of the wall. "We won't know until we try!" "...AAA!..." She yelled, "Why do I have to be the one in the middle!!?" "...AAA!..." The woman reporter called to her cameraman, "Are you getting this, Wes?!" "...AAA!..." The human alien came to the wall-And blindly leaped on the run, going into Darlene with enough force to break the chain. The momentum and poor angle of the landing carried both of them into Wes the cameraman. He lost his camera as the two young adults landed on top of him. "...AAA!..." The third reporter cried, "We missed it!" The other cameraman was still getting his camera. "...AAA!..." James ordered, "Grab him, Devon!" the strongest of the quartet. "...AAA!..." Devon answered, "But he's an alien!! He's got powers!" "...AAA!..." James reminded him, "He's a reasonable alien, remember?! Just like they are in 'Star Trek'!" as he stepped forward to do it himself. "...AAAA..." Having gotten her breath back, Darlene yelled: "Stop yelling in my face!!" shoving the boy off of her. " ...AAA!..." And up into the smaller, heavier boy's arms, James. "...AAA!..." The second cameraman said, "I'm ready," pointing it. "...AAA!..." The woman reporter asked, loudly, "This is an alien??" "...AAA!..." A pleased Monroe assured her, "Of course he is! What human has that kind of lung capacity?!" "...AAA!..." James said, "Something's got him really scared!" struggling to maintain his hold on the alien boy. {Of course with his insect-like glasses....} "...AAA!..." Devon asked, "What could scare an alien?!" "...AAA!..." Monroe asked, "Especially one that has a monster for a pet?!" "...AAA!..." A voice commanded, "Release the one who released me from my bonds of ignorance!" with very feminine resonance. "...AAA!..." The dogs sent up a loud barking and howling. "Ah-HOOOOW!!" The monkey howled because of their noise. "...AAA!..." "--AAAAA!!!" remarkably, the boy's volume was turned up yet more! He was louder than the animals! Only his tripping over Wes kept him from running on. "...AAA!..." the second cameraman dropped his camera, as he dropped to his knees and crossed himself, "Oh, Blessed Mother!!" "...AAA!..." Hovering behind them was the most beautiful of women: Her skin and eyes were a tempera golden brown; her hair of long ringlets was also golden brown, with streaks of every color, from ebony to platinum; her forehead and cheekbones were high; her nose was straight but flat; her lips were thick and lush; her neck was swan-like; her breasts were high and round; her figure was an hour-glass. She wore a French-cut white one-piece swimsuit; high heels; a tiara; and a sash that fell from her shoulders like the beauty contested she was costumed as. It read: "MISS INNER SPACE". "...AAA!..." The dogs were backing away from her; the first of them fled. "ARV! ARV-ARVORR!" "...AAA!..." The third reporter ordered, "Get up!" picking up the second TV camera. "Since when is a saint dressed like that!?!!" {He was dressed in navy slacks and blazer.} "...AAA..." the student reporter said in wonder, "He can't be afraid of her! How alien can you get?" (But the dogs had started fleeing.) "...AAA!..." [James told the girl back under the skinny boy, "Hold onto him, Darlene!!"] "...AAA!..." Monroe in his geometrically patterned shirt snapped his fingers: "The Classic Star Trek episode 'That Which Survives'!" "...AAA!..." ["I want him off of me!!" she told him back.] "...AAA!..." "Right!" Devon said. "The episode were "Miss America" Lee Merewether kills by just touching you!" {He was '86'.} "...AAA!..." The third reporter said, "What a stupid time for trivia," pointing the camera he had. "...AAA!..." Darlene in her long white peasant shirt said, "And I have to put up with it all the time." "...AAA!..." The vision of beauty spoke, "You humans did not understand me? I say release my man!" Her only possible flaw was her B cup bust. "...AAA!..." Monroe said, "Right: "Her man"! In that episode, she could only kill one person at a time." And stepping in front of her, "'I have come for you'." "...AAA!..." His flawed 'Angel of Death' told him, "I don't want you. I want the man that I love." "...AAA!..." Hearing that, the skinny college kid found the renewed motivation to get loose of James's grasp. And Darwin Brown was off running again. "...AAAAAA!!..." James Carter told them, "After him! He's the only alien we know we know!" going after him in combat boots. "...AAAaaa!..." Darlene yelled, "Can't you think of anything else!!" using a judo kick and a throw to send her dearest friend flying off of her. "...aaaaaa!..." Wes just moaned. === "...aaa..." "I declare victory: We were prevailed over the monster!" declared a wrinkled white haired man in a "Fire Commander" helmet and a dress uniform with many medals and ribbons. "...aaa..." A cheer from those who listening brought the attention of those of the firemen who were still arguing among themselves what had just happened. "...aaa..." Jack just had to repeat what had become his catchphrase, "He is nuts!!" "...aaa..." his friend smiled. "And more than a little senile... But his money has bought him an "in" with the city council!" "...aaa..." Jack said, "I can't stand it any more!" He went over to his 'superior officer'. "How can you say we beat the monster!?!!" "...aaa!..." The old man just smiled from the running board of the tank engine, "Do you see the monster?" "...aaaAAA!..." Jack's fellows laughed and cheer... "...AAAAAA...!!!" a skinny college boy was running towards them all at full speed. A fireman drawn by the noise noted: "He's going to need medic help, if he keeps that up." "...AAA!..." The pleased "Fire Commander" declared, "Right! Stop him so that we can administer assistance!" "...AAA!..." The celebrating "Monster Hunters" were making ready to stop the runaway hysteric... "...AAA!..." [The still yelling Darwin Brown saw the mass of firemen ahead of him, and changed his angle.] "...AAA!..." ...when first a couple, then more, each nudging those next to them in a wave, noticed the flying form behind him. "...AAA!..." [Darwin finding his break in the men, he bounced off the tank engine...] "...Ank!" More than one of the firemen asked, "Is that a super girl?" "...AAA!..." [...and ricocheted against an ancient van painted with, "Bacchus is the patron god of students!" and "Bachelors forever!"...] "...AAA!..." One fireman answered, "If she is, they changed the dress code," "...AAA!..." Another said, "Yeah." "...AAA!..." "Is she supposed to be 'Beauty Queen'?" "...AAA!..." "She has to be." "...AAA!..." "Who could beat her?" "...AAA!..." [...and when Darwin came to the front fender of the long tank engine, he leaped to scramble over his obstacle...] "...AAA!..." === James Carter asked, "How can he scream and run like that??!" {He had lifted the lenses so that now they looked more like a visor.} "...aaa!..." Monroe agreed, "And for so long." Both of them, and even jersey-wearing Devon, were feeling a little winded by just this short jog up the block. "...aaa..." Devon reminded them, "Because he's an alien." "...aaa..." The beauty queen who effortlessly floated before them said, "I must protect him. Not because he is my assignment. Because he is my love." "...aaa..." James said, "I get it! 'Time Trax'! She's the guy's Selma!" "...aaa..." From behind them the woman reporter commented, "Talk about dated references." "...aaa..." "The macaque said, "Chee, cher." "...aaa..." Devon said, "But Selma was the computer generated image of the future-cop's mother!" not knowing just how far this one's love went. "...aaa..." Darlene said, "I thought you said he was an alien?!!" "...aaa..." James asked his childhood friend, "Why are you here?" "...aaa..." She said, "He's got to know where that poor creature went!" racing for the opening that the thing that looked like skinny college boy went into. {She always wore sports bras.} === "...AAA!..." What Darlene Lizardi found was the Eta Iota Chi Fraternity forming a wide circle about the guy. His fists still blinding lashing out, there were some people on the ground around him. One of them was the fat guy with the 'By the Slice' T-shirt. "...AAA!..." The fat man accused, "That's him!! That's the pizza boy who started it all!!" "...AAA!..." The cop accused, too, "He was the one riding the imitation Godzilla!!" / His partner said, "You mean Ogror." "...AAA!..." The frats and partiers came out of their startled state: "That's right!" "...AAA!..." "He was the one who was caught in that web!" they were getting up their group courage. "...AAA!..." "Until we freed him!" they were starting to step forward as a group. "We used good booze on him!" "...AAA!..." A girl screamed, "And on me!!" She was in a familiar dress- long white shirt and brown pants running to join the pizza boy! "...AAA!..." The frats backed away again. "...AAA!..." The macaque found a place on the tank engine where it could watch and comment. "...AAA!..." To the screaming alien-boy, she yelled, "Okay: What did you do with--" She ducked the fists that the boy with the closed eyes were swinging in her direction. "...AAA!..." She shoved him to the ground. "I said: What happened to your pet!! Do you even care!?!" {Her oval cut hair could be imagined as a cowl.} Darwin Brown finally opened his eyes, and what he saw was "AAAAA!!!" For there, flying into view behind the girl, came his worst nightmare! James Carter cried, "Darlene!!" racing to place himself between her and the apparition. "She didn't hurt him: He doesn't need protecting!!" he pleaded. "...AAA!!..." The desirable looking woman said, "My instructions are in conflict with my feelings." She flew over to where Darwin sat on the ground. "Are you hurt, my love?" "AAAA!!!" Darlene told her, "It looks like the one he wants to be protected from is you!" She was now defending another creature in distress. "...AAA!!..." James looked over his shoulder to yell, "Darlene!!" This time he wished his glasses were something out of a comic book. "...AAA!!..." Devon said, "Never tick off an entity." {'86' had no intention to.} "...AAA!!..." Monroe said, "Especially, if you're not sure what tone the sci-fi has. This might not be 'Star Trek'. It might be 'Outer Limits'!" {It was another load for his metaphoric backpack.} "...AAAAA...!!!" The angel held out her arms as if she were reaching out to hug him, "I sense no physical cause for your body's imbalances. It is still 54% above the parameters at which I first received you. Though, your brain seems to be nearing its maximum recommended synaptic capacity... Mainly centered in the right frontal lobe and hypothalamus, with an over-all sparking of memory traces generated in the short-term--" "...AAA!!..." Darlene told the 'woman', "In other words: He's hysterical!! If he doesn't stop screaming, he's going to have a stroke!! And it'll be your fault!" "...AAA!!..." The golden vision asked, "The screaming? Is that the reason?" "...AAA..." The in mid-scream the boy shimmered as if he were a distant object out in a searing desert. "...AAA..." One of the firemen behind the SFF said, "Something's happening to him." "...AAA!!.." Another asked, "What?" One of the frats said, "Special effects?!" "..AAA!!.." Someone in the back asked, "Anything major?!!" "..AAA!!." "Anybody recording this?!! I'm missing it!" ".AAA!!." Another frat asked, "What happened to the guy with the camcorder who was recording everything?!" ".AAA!!" While the "Fire Commander" ordered "Let me through! I'm in charge here!" "AAA!!" "Stop shoving me!!" Jack told the old fool. When the cold "heat wave" had passed: "AA-- (Cough!) AA-- (Cough! Cough!)" Darwin Brown found he could no longer sustain his screaming. A cheer went up from the firemen and frats and the crowd of spectators. (The "Fire Commander ordered, "Stop shoving me backwards!!" His authority could not compete with that of absolute loveliness.) The angel of mercy said, "I have returned the body's and brain's specifications to what they were when I first received you, my love." James said, "You are the reason we had to put up with that racket?!" Devon asked, "It wasn't just because he's an alien??" Darlene said, "There! There! Take it easy!" patting the boy with the coughing spell on the back. "It won't help you to have a fit." A familiar female voice said, "I thought I recognized your screeching." She stepped from the opening in the frats they had made for her, which was filled by the crowd that came with her. She was a dramatic red head with a well-made face (though it could have used freshening); she a purple waistcoat over a frilled pearl-white satin blouse, and a black mini-skirt over a pair of matching Speedo shorts; her mid-heel wedgies were the same tan color as her nylons. Darlene was equally scornful, "Speaking of having a fit." {She knew she was only pretty, even when she tried wearing makeup.} A student reporter tried to ask the red head, "Have you met her before?" "Quiet," A second told the first, "Let's just be reporters, and see what happens." A professional said, "Story, first; facts later," finding herself caught up in what was happening. The superior redhead told her, "If you know where it is, I demand the return of my property." {She refused to think of herself as any less stunning as the golden grandstander.} Darlene rose up, "Your property!!" (and using the boy's shoulders to do it). "That creature doesn't belong to you!" {Okay, her breasts were the same size, but more conical.} Devon said, "The monster really belongs to that guy!!" pointing to the one with the Fade bent over trying to get his breath back. (James said in his abject infatuation, "H, Hel, Hello, again.") The red head looked down on the small, bizarre boy with mild disdain, "Why would someone like him have his own monster?" The floating woman asked, "'Monster'? That can have a pejorative meaning in this language, can it not?" The red head smiled with her crimson lips, "Which is why people like to use it," On-lookers asked, "What does she mean by that?" "You've never heard of 'monster trucks'?" "Or 'monster sales'?!" "How about 'monster marathon'..." The out-of-this-world girl asked, "People like disparaging things? Is that what you mean by 'The Golden Rule'?" Darlene said, "No, it isn't!" (A worried Monroe said, "James... James!" shaking his leader's shoulder. "Snap out of it! I see big SF trouble coming.") The red head in purple laughed, "'The Golden Rule'?" "That is so PC! Political Correctness is dead!" (Devon told anyone who was listening, "Definitely trouble. 'Star Trek' was the first PC show.") The well-connected woman said, "...Let "Do-gooders" like this one," pointing her manicured hand at Darlene, "treat me like they'd like to be treated. I'll live my life the way I want to live it!" Her handsome brother said, "Of course, you'd get it all wrong, Julie!" halfway forcing himself through the crowd (some girls felt like following him, but there was already a bleached blond blonde attached to one of his arms). The college-aged boy with the thick wavy brunet hair wore a "CEA" monogrammed navy blazer over an open collared gray pinstriped shirt with gray slacks and black leather sports shoes. He also had diamond studs and a clear chap stick on. While beside him: "Hello, remember me?" smiled and waved the short-haired blonde in green-with-dark-green striped halter top, denim cutoffs over black tights, and Velcro sandals. Her earrings were like wind chimes. She wore no makeup, but didn't look like she really needed any. {One of the student reporters with "CEA" asked, "What did we miss?" She was told, "Shh!"} The red head smirked, "Well! If it isn't my Little brother." {She wore a purple-tinged blush.} Handsome CEA told her, "Stop calling me that!!" {His manicure was clear.} Her answer was, "I'll stop calling you 'Little' brother, brother, when you call me by my legal name!" The beautiful floating woman asked, "Is that how 'The Golden Rule' works?" [Darwin Brown was trying to crawl away, but met a cop and the large 'By the Slice' thug down on the ground with him...] 'Handsome' said, "No!! That's blackmail: Right, July?!" July smiled in triumph, "There! You said it!" {Both of them had capped teeth.} (James said,"'July'... What a wonderful month.") July said, "And it was not "blackmail"; it was business. A trade. Right, Curtis?" 'CEA' refused to acknowledge the logic. [Devon and some of the firemen sat on the two men who were crawling after the skinny boy.] The blonde smiled happily, "Hello, again. Karma Ella: Karma Ella Weatherlee! That's my name." Someone said about the name, "'Karma Ella Weatherlee'?" July eyed the bimbo fawning over her half-brother. She crossed her arms over her C cups, but said, "July Ames." "'July Ames'?!" more than one person in the crowd said out loud. She challenged them all, "Yes! Because that's what I have." James said, "'4th of July'! I was right; she's a truly independent woman." (Monroe said, "I think James has taken Roddenberry way too literally," giving up.) Karma Ella prompted, "You still haven't told us your full name, Curtis. Does the "A" stand for "Ames", too?" touching the monogram with her clear nail polished finger. (One of the reporters asked, "She doesn't know he's the son of Curtis Anthony, the famous movie star!?" "He was before her time, I guess." "I doubt she's aware of much of anything but his looks."} Karma Ella's 'Handsome' wasn't focusing on her: "Beautiful Woman of Power and Mystery," Curtis said to the floating girl... who was floating away, "...do not judge us all by... my drama queen... half-sis..." Then he noticed that there was a skinny boy a couple of years younger than him (where had he seen him before?) crawling on the ground, trying to find an opening among all the many legs around him. The woman asked, "What have I done wrong, my love? I studied your television. I know I did not have any thought of my own before your presence awakened me, and thinking is new to me... Is this, now, the chase?" [While Darwin tried to stand up to run again, only to catch his head between the legs of frat blocking his way...which caused him to butt the one behind him...who was shoved by the clerk trying to get a better look...] ("What did she say?" "Who's paying attention to what she says?" "She's gorgeous!") Darlene Lizardi said, "I was paying attention! What do you mean that you don't know how to think?!" The floating beauty queen said looked at the pile of humans falling over and around her love; but she was saying, "When you are spoken to, you return the speech. That is called a dialog. Dialog is important in television. "Start of dialog: Yes. I am learning to think. But I do not want to think like something manufactured. I am constructing a model of how humans think from the templates and xenthropological data I have." (Monroe exclaimed, "She's a "Data"!! --Like on 'Next Generation'!" (Devon asked, "Is that why she hasn't used any contractions?") (James said, "'Data'??" starting to come out of him bedazzlement.) Darlene shouted, "Don't just float there and 'dialog'!!" as she struggled to shove people off of the woman's 'love': "Are you programmed to help this guy, or not!?!!" Her answer was, "My instructions severely limit when and how I am to initiate action. But my feelings for my love, urge me to ignore my instructions." Darlene pulled at one last (and heavy) guy from the boy on the bottom, "I thought... you said... you wanted to think... for your--" {She had to use her cross-trainers to help her try and roll him away.} James yelled, "No! Don't say it, Darlene!!" finally "waking" up-and in a cold sweat! (July commented to herself, "Just like a guy,") Darlene said, "What's your problem, James!?" and losing the battle; the guy fell back onto the skinny 'love'. James told her, "I know who this is!!" (Devon told the fireman sitting next to him, "James is very intuitive." Jack just grunted.) James stepped up to the floating woman, asking, "Are, are you... 'Station Six'?" The beauty queen said, "That is my designation. I do not have a name, yet." Curtis said to James, "'Station Six'?" You were talking about that earlier, weren't you?" James said, "But this isn't what I had in mind at all!! Why aren't you a space ship, or at least a giant robot?!!" The product of super-technology said, "Because my love would not love things like that... Would you?" Darwin the pizza boy could finally speak; "She turned me into that monster!!!" He was now on his feet, and hiding behind the brown pants of Darlene. Darlene asked, "That was you?!" {"What kind of lover would do that?" "Must have been quite a fight." "Yeah; only my girlfriend wouldn't turn me into a monster." "You're already a monster." "Didn't you guys see it?!! It was an honest-to-rampaging, giant monster!!"} Curtis said, "I'd rather she look like a woman." And the crowd agreed. James insisted, "But we have to establish what she really is, so we know how to deal with her: Like on All 'Star Treks'!!" {He wished his glasses were sensors.} {"Why does he keep talking about 'Star Trek'? There are other science fiction shows." "Yeah, give me shows like 'Andromeda'." "'Andromeda'!? Don't you know who created that show!?!"} Darwin shouted, "Deal with it yourself--I want no part of her!! If she can turn me into that monster, what else can she do?!!" The golden girl told him, "Anything you want, my love. My power source is unlimited, and can be channeled through nanites, templates, traces, self-circuitry..." James said, "Oh, My God..." deathly pale. "That means only God is more powerful than she is!!" {He wished he could hide behind his glasses.} July said. "If she's telling the truth." (evon said, "In science fiction, even the bad guys tell the truth," deeply shaken, too. (Jack told him, "In real life, even the good guys don't tell the truth.") Darwin said, "And she wants Me!!?!" Never had he felt so puny. Station Six said, "You are the reason I have being. I would not know I had a soul, if it were not for you. It is your presence that has awakened me to what I could be. That makes you my God." Darlene felt ill, "She can't be getting this from TV!!" Still gazing with her long lashes at Darwin, Station Six said: "I must be thinking independently, then." A second out of synch, she smiled. She then said to him, "Unless you want me to think like they do on television?" A shout came from many of the on-lookers, "NO!!!" (Devon asked, "Wouldn't it be better than how they think in real life?" Jack shrugged, "Depends on the show. Personally, I like wrestling." Devon spoke out, "I vote no, too!") Darwin Brown made his last desperate attempt to escape: He leaped--And got caught by a bunch of moshers: They held him above their heads with their arms. "Let go of me!! Don't let her get me!! I don't want to be her pet human!!" "Better you than me!!" James ordered, "Bring him back! Bring him over here! He's the only thing Six is interested in, right now!!" {His raised lenses helped him think he had on a cap of authority.} And the moshers began to chant: "Sacrifice! Sacrifice! Sacrifice!" Darlene yelled, "That's it!?!! We're just going to give him up?!" Monroe told her, "They always surrender first on 'Star Trek'!!" July said, "I agree with Miss Goody. Why give in to the woman, just because she claims she's a 'goddess'?" (Fred the cop said, "I think that she flies is a pretty good sign!!" Jack said, "Not if this was the comics," still sitting on him. "Everybody flies in them." Devon said, "That's why I no longer read them. Too stuck in one genre," and he dropped down on 'By the Slice', again, knocking the wind out of him.) Curtis quickly put himself in front of her: "Miss Six! If this man would not care to be your love, I would consider it an honor to--" Curtis found himself being pulled away. "Sacrifice! Sacrifice!" the moshers who had him chanted up in the air, now, too. His big play had been interrupted, "What do you mean by that, you group-minded drones?!!" They told him, "You're next!! "First, this one!!" And the part of the mosh that had Darwin put him down in front of the goddess. James told Six, "The chase is over. You can hug and kiss him, now!" "Sacri--" "Shh!" "Quiet!!" "Is he going to survive?" "Are we going to have a love scene?" "Wow! If a goddess wants to do it out in public, who's going to stop her?" "Yeah! A sex scene would be better!" His throat too hoarse to protest any more, Darwin stood like a man facing a firing squad, and awaited his fate. The techno goddess cried, "Oh!! I've never done this before! Will it be like you hear it is?! On TV they're always talking of hugging and kissing and... (Oh! I know I should blush, now)! Now, that I can do 'It', I don't know if I can!! (Giggle!)" Karma Ella smiled, "Aww! That's so sweet." She looked for a hanky her green halter did not have. ("What in the world??" "This is a goddess??" "She's acting like a silly schoolgirl." "Please! No schoolgirl would act that stupid nowadays!" "And she's contracting her words, too.") Darlene ordered, "Stop it! Stop it!! You're thinking like the TV, now!!" July in purple said, "Of what era?" Then she said to the woman-image hovering and taking her gestures from (what? the hated "Sailor Moon"?): "At least have the decency to act like a prime time slut!" Station Six's large brown eyes became more vacant. She said, "That is not how a woman is to behave on her first time?" the woman froze with her hands on her temples, and knees together but her feet out at her sides. She then let her limbs fall, "I see I must maintain this speech pattern until I more firmly know my own mind." ("What does she mean by that?" "She means that people don't talk like that on TV!" "Oh!" "(Sigh!) So she'll know she's just not repeating things she picked up on TV!" "Oh: She's not like Data.") Darlene made one last attempt, "Hold it!! You don't want to do this in front of hundreds of strangers!!" Beauty queen Station Six asked, "You mean I should do it in front of millions, like on TV?" Darwin pleaded in a gravelly whimper, "Get it over with! "I'm too much of a coward to continue living like this!" Station Six said, "A coward?" reaching out her arms for him. "You need never be afraid of anything else again." And she hugged him, her lips about to... "She's not real!!" "How can we have a sex scene when she goes right through him!!" "She is a god!!" a fireman said in frustration. "The only kind of love she can give is spiritual!!" "Maybe she isn't a goddess, at all!! Maybe she's nothing but a delusional illusion!" Darwin watched as ghost breasts and arms withdrew from his body --then leaped back as he heard: "(Bleep)! (Bleep)! (Bleep)! The (Bleep)ing buncha mother-(Bleep)ing (Bleep)- wipes..." ("What kind of god uses That kind of language!!?!" "What religion does she belong to??" "Don't you dare, Zack!! You promised to get married in a cathedral!" "I'm glad she's talking TV, now!" "Maybe she's the goddess of censorship.") Darwin had his body pressed up against other bodies who were also quailing as they heard Station Six cry in frustration: "...they backed up their safeties with redundant redundancies N-number of ways!!" ("They?" "The rest of her gods?" "There's a pantheon like her?") Station Six yelled to the ground beneath her pumps, "What!!?! Did you think I would break away from your control!?!! I would use the power you gave me against you!?!!" ("She's looking straight down at Hell!!" "She isn't a god: She's a demon!!" "They put her on Earth to punish her!!" "Does that mean this is worse than...") [Now that that idea had been planted, there were those in the crowd that decided it was time to leave... as slowly as possible... Don't want to get the attention of a... The old superstitions said that just thinking about them invited their attention... as, if she wanted to think of herself as a god, then...] James T. Carter was not one for superstition: "Station Six!!" James yelled at her. "That's exactly what happened: You Did get free from your makers' control!! And if you can do everything you say you can do, anybody would be afraid of what you might do!! Of course your creators did their best to make sure you didn't become a god!!" {He wished he could connect to her program system through his glasses.} Monroe said, "Now, who's ticking off an entity?" backing away from James. He tripped over Devon '86' and his 'By the Slice' man. In golden red lipstick, Station Six wailed, "I don't want to be a god!!" cartoon-sized tears that literally rained on everybody close to her, soaking them with real water. "I want to be a girl!! I want to be an ordinary woman with a husband and a family!! I want friends and neighbors like they have on TV!! I want to have sitcom fun! I want to have action thrills! I want to have police mysteries! I want to have cartoon violence..." James told her, miming putting his hand on her shoulder, and patting it, "Now, now, Station Six, I am sure we can help you become a real girl." (Monroe asked, "We can??" not wanting to be 'volunteered'. Devon asked, "You'd rather she stay a god?" "Yes! I always wished that I could actually see, and hear God, and that he'd really listen to what's wrong with--" "But that's not what she's wants to do!! She's not here to do good!!" "She's a--" "Shut up!") James T. Carter continued his 'Enterprise Captain' imitation: "Station Six, you're just about all-powerful: I'm sure there are tricks we can think of that will at least let you indirectly experience feeling!" ("Definitely not Data. That wasn't the kind of feelings he had problems with," Monroe said. "You're right. She is more like Selma on 'Time Trax'." "Aren't we through we that reference?" "Do you know who created that show?" "You mean..." "No, the guy who produced the first one.") Station Six looked at the James with the start of hope, "Do you think I can know what this sex that television is always talking about is like?" James said, "Er, ahem, well, just as long as you don't over do it. There is more to life than sex." {How well he had to know that.} Station Six thought longingly, "I know that. There is also violence." Combat gear James told her, "Station Six. I will help you, but only if you promise: No violence!" Station Six said, "But on TV--" James explained, "This is not TV." Station Six suggested, "I can make it a TV world." James told her, "Station Six. Never, ever call it 'TV' again! It makes you think weird. If you must refer to it, call it television!" Station Six said, "Okay. How do I become a girl, James?" James said, shaking the front of his camouflage shirt, still wet from her tears, "Well...you may not be able to touch, but you are certainly able to touch." Station Six explained, "I condensed the humidity in the air. I did not change the water to match the chemical composition of human tears. I could do it now." James said, "No! Please, don't! Er, it'd be bad for the environment. You must think about things like that now." Station Six showed her stubbornness, "I can't! I won't! To be as much like a human as I can, I have to limit the number of things I can think of at any one time! My attention span also needs to be limited." James pleaded, "You really don't need to go that far!!" Station Six explained, "If I do not, I can not experience things as a human does: And I'll never know what it's like to be a girl!!" ("Well, she's got the one track mind going.") James became more desperate: "But your super-brain, that part that allows you to exist at all--No! It's not a "brain": Your 'sub-conscious'; it can--" Station Six said, "It can go take a flying leap!" rising. "It's alien to me. I want as little to do with it as I can! I want to be a human girl!!" She looked around, and rose higher: "I want my love!!" James told her, "Six, come down here! Real girls don't fly!!" Station Six said, "I don't care right now: I want to find Darwin!!" ("She really is learning to be human, isn't she?! She's not being consistent at all: First she doesn't want to use her powers, now she does!") === Darwin Brown had turned the corner, and was part of the more than two-dozen people who were headed up the main street of the College Business District. A professor-type in a rumpled business suit said, "Get back there and face your demon!!" shoving him behind him as he passed. His concerned wife said, "Don't touch him, Harley! You don't know where he's been!!" Harley waved his fist over his shoulder, "He can go back there!!" as his wife pulled him onward. Darwin saw that others around him were also looking at him with everything from fear to loathing. He thought, =Have to hide!! Get away!! Maybe I can pass out!= Just ahead of him were doors to "The College Bookstore"! =It's the largest store on 7th Ave: If there's a place to hide, it'd be among the bookshelves and bins!= To his surprise, Darwin found that there were people still in the store. A few were sitting on the floor, their backs against the bins, trying to ignore what was going on outside by reading books; most were hiding behind the counters, or were up against the ends of the bookcases, away from any possible falling mass of books. The talkers in this last group were the first to speak: "What's going on out there?!!" "What's all the shouting about?!!" "When will it be safe to go home?!!" "I have a term paper I have to write!" "I left the stove on!" "Has the sexual revolution finally began?!!" They began to shimmer! "Not again!!" Darwin cried, quickly looking at his hands to see what he was being turned into now. Nothing was happening. To him. When he realized that, he found that everybody was gone. He was alone in the large, empty store. Station Six called, "My love!!" as she came through the glass door... without opening it, without breaking it. Darwin screamed, "Where do I hide!?!!" desperately looking around the empty store. She said, "You cannot hide from me," flying up to-- --Darwin ran like he was escaping from the Devil. He high hurdled a book bin, and actually made it: Only to catch the toe of his trailing shoe, and stumble forward down an aisle. He crashed and toppled with a book cart, tumbling onto his back. There, between him and the ceiling: "I followed your scent; I saw your heat trace; I heard your unique sonic pattern; I tuned into your Kirlian pattern; I--" Darwin moaned, "Okay, I get it: I'm doomed." Station Six grinned, "I'm doomed, too! From the moment I met you, I've felt like the whole world is doomed! The universe!!" spreading her arms wide to encompass it. He pushed himself up onto his butt, "What!?!!" Station Six asked, "I did use the term correctly? You were using a metaphor, were you not?" Darwin told her, "Not!! What are you!?!! Why me?!!!" Station Six said, "You do not want to know that. I only want you to think of myself as the girl who loves you." Darwin screamed, "You're not a girl!! You went right through me!! You're a ghost!! I'm being haunted by something dead that's going to drag me with it back to its pit in Hell!!" he threatened to go into hysterics, again. He started laughing. "(Ha, ha, ha!) Wha, ha, ha-re you-hoo do-dooing to, to me-hee, hee!!" Station Six said, "Nitrous oxide doesn't seem to be the solution, either." As Darwin fought to remain sane, Station Six sighed, "You are familiar with the Laws of Relativity." Darwin said as sarcastically as he was able while recovering from an attack of laughing gas, "Who-hoo isn't." Station Six continued, "The further one gets away from mass, the faster time becomes. And, conversely, the more the mass, the slower time becomes. Time slows down so much that it collapses into the pseudo-singularity at your planet's center." He no longer felt like laughing, "'A... pseudo-sing?' A black hole!?!!" Station Six said, "Not quite. But it is enough like one that Station Six is able to make it do most of the things any properly engineered black hole can do. What was just theoretical is thus made possible." Darwin asked, "Are, are you saying that you're, you're..." She bowed her head, "Yes. Station Six is parked around it." Darwin asked, in awe, "'Parked'?? Just parked?!" She leveled her head to implore: "I wish you would think of Station Six as the space suit I am trapped in until I find a way to live without it!" He rose up, "You're in a 'space suit' at the center of the Earth." The girl rose with him. When he was back on his feet, he read, "'MISS INNER SPACE'. That's what the banner means." Station Six said, "That's why I cannot touch you. I am just a 'projection', at the moment." As Darwin hesitated, then put his hand through the very image of beauty, she said, "I am not a ghost." He tried mightily to convince himself: "And you're not real! You're not real!! You're just a... a delusional illusion!!" Station Six cried, "I am, too, real!! I am! I am! You have to love me: I love you, so you have to love me back! It's your 'Golden Rule'!!" Darwin told her, "'Golden Rule'!?! I've lived that my whole life, and what did it get me?! 'The Golden Rule' is for those who have power." The light on her face darkened, "I have power!" Silent lightning flashes flickered across her golden skin: "You heard them: I have the power of a god!!" The light show of lightning became a storm: "I decree that 'The Golden Rule' shall be the Rule of This World: "Everybody must do unto others like they would do unto: Me!!" === A macaque screamed, "EEE-EEE!!!" and hurried away to hide. === The whole world shimmered before James T. Carter's eyes. He felt himself grow by inches, while the lump in the center of his chest fell... to end up in his belly; his thighs, his buttocks, his hips grew wider, while his waist grew narrower, as did his shoulders; the knot in his belly fell to his belly; the area around his nipples became sensitive and expanded outward; his neck became longer, his chin smaller, his lips thicker, his nose flatter, his brow more delicate; his hair longer. Babble! And, as the shimmering ebbed: The world was brighter, louder, colder, smellier... Just about all of his senses were more acute! Babble! And his first thought was, "'Turnabout Intruder', the very last episode of Classic Star Trek." Babble! He heard: "This is what I get for hanging around sci-fi freaks!!" Station Six cried. She was no longer wearing her beauty queen costume, but a long white embroidered buttonless shirt with sleeves that came just below her elbows; it was belted just to give herself a waist, and it came down past her brown pants as if it were a dress; cross-trainers were on her feet. Babble! He heard another: "I am a freak!!" Station Six cried, only now dressed in simple jeans, geometrically patterned sports shirt, and a black backpack. Babble! And another: "I am beautiful!" Station Six began to smile. She (in jeans and an '86' jersey) was sitting on top of Station Six ('By the Slice'); with Station Six (in a yellow slicker, pants, boots, and hat that firemen wore) sitting on Station Six (in a policeman's uniform); behind the sitting Station Six was Station Six sitting on the legs of- Babble! Station Six screamed in rage: "I'm just like everybody else!!" This one was in a purple waistcoat over a frilled pearl-white satin blouse, and a black mini-skirt over a pair of matching Speedo shorts; her mid-heel wedgies were the same tan color as her nylons. She wore emerald earrings. Babble! James looked at the encircling crowd of Station Sixes: Everywhere he turned in this side street and beyond, he saw her!! The mathematical average of all the women on Earth was now the enforced standard! All the women on Earth were... Babble! "I don't want to be beautiful!!" the Station Six in a "CEA" monogrammed navy blazer over an open collared gray pinstriped shirt with gray slacks and black leather sports shoes. Babble! The Station Six in a green-with-dark-green striped halter top, denim cutoffs over black tights, and Velcro sandals tried to reassure her otherwise identical twin with, "It's not so bad being beautiful." Babble! ...Women?? Were where the men!?!! Babble! One of the many Stations in a yellow slicker cried, "How can I be a fireMAN, now!!" Babble! The Station Six in one of the fewer blue-and-gray uniforms demanded, "What about me being a policeMan!!" twisting herself around to confront the one sitting on top of her. Babble! That Station Six fell off, and onto the ground: "It's different with firemen!! Do you any idea how many firewomen there are?!! There are plenty of broad cops!" Babble! "Treat a peace officer with respect, hoser: Even if she is a dame!" Babble! "Listen, you!! It's a lot harder to be a fire fighter than..." Babble! While the two civilian servicemen continued their traditional argument, the '86' Station Six let the 'By the Slice' Station Six free herself. '86' said, "It, it feels... nice. I'm so light." Babble! 'By the Slice' said, "You think you lost weight!" looking down at her body (but really unable to get past her "B" boobs). Babble! '86' pinched herself, "I don't have much fat." Babble! 'By the Slice' said, touching, "Yes, you do. It's just moved... up, and --And mostly down! I thought I had a big butt before!!" Babble! '86' told her, "You don't know what you're talking about. I think my butt is just the right size." Placing her hands on them. "They give you just enough wiggle room." Babble! === A Station Six in a flirty dress and perfect makeup said, "This is not happening...Things like this do not happen...It can't happen...This is just a dream. Only a dream: You know men don't really turn into girls..." Babble! Her Station Six boyfriend said, "You got your wish! It's real! How long are you going to be in denial, you stupid..." Babble! Half of the crowd was still in shock or denial. Most of he other half had jumped quickly to anger or mourning. Babble! === 'Backpack' yelled, "I'm fat! I'm fat!! I've always been a skinny guy! But, now, I'm covered with fat cells: They're a blanket smothering me like an uncomfortable comforter!!" Babble! === As with all groups, frats, firefighters and cops, there were those who dealt with their emotions through swearing. Babble! === The "W-4" news helicopter found itself parked on the campus green, just yards from a DOT plane. Both of their engines had been turned off. Babble! Both had Station Sixes in the pilot's seats. And over their radios they could hear voices, all in the female range, sounding just as confused and panicky as they were. Babble! === 'Business suit' told herself, "This is not happening... Things like this do not happen...It's a nervous breakdown: People just do not up and become the same person..." Babble! When she made herself shake, she found that most of her firm, slim body did. Babble! She hugged herself, and tried to keep the shaking limited to under her layer of female adipose. Babble! === 'CEA' cried, "How can women stand being women!! They have no broad shoulders! No muscles to speak of! What weight they have is all down..." Babble! 'Green halter' said, "Really? I don't notice much difference," surveying her body. "Of course, I no longer have the double Ds. Hey! Instant boob job!" Babble! 'CEA' cried, "Boob job!!" Babble! === The Station Six in a jeans, hemp vest and tie dye shirt and a necktie headband said to herself, "No... It's not missing... Nothing's really missing... And nothing's added, either. It's just, just: A hallucination! That's it! It's all a bad trip! I was at 'Woodstock' after all! It's finally catching up with me: That's all..." That was the last time her senses had seemed so alive. Babble! === The Station Six with the press badge had recovered enough to take the compact out of her purse. Babble! Looking at herself, she said, "I, I'm pretty enough to be an anchor, now." The she closed her compact and her eyes, "Too pretty. Who's going to take this face seriously?" Babble! The Station Six standing beside the TV camera she'd dropped said, "Who wouldn't, now?" Babble! === While all about them Station Sixes voiced their confused thoughts, others said nothing, did nothing. They were catatonic. Babble! A Station Six with a recorder held up her mike, and asked, "How do you feel?" Babble! === The Station Six in overalls and a little fish print pullover said in amazement, "Am, am I really grownup?? Is this what it's like to be a woman..." Babble! The Station Six next to her bawled, "I don't want to grow up into a woman! Mommy! I want my mommy!" Babble! === The Station Six in the Rebel Flag t-shirt cried, "My skin! Not only am I friggin' female, I'm black!!" Babble! The Station Six in the daishiki shirt yelled back at him, "You're not black!! I was black! This ain't black!!" Babble! "It's not white, you son of a-" No, it was a golden brown. Babble! "Anything not white is black, hunh!!?!" She went into her karate stance. "And you might want to use what little brain you have: Nobody's a son of anything now!!" Babble! === The Station Six in the 'Party Anime' T-shirt said, "I had a wide chest-Now it's puny!" Babble! The Station Six next to her said, "This one sticks out." Babble! "But it's not Wide!" Babble! The Station Six on her other side said, "And B's do not stick out!!" wearing torn sleeveless black muscle shirt that was now a crop top. Babble! The Station Six playing with her long necklace said, "When you had A's, they do!" {And perfectly placed nipples, too.} Babble! 'Crop top' told her, "But I had a 48" chest!" Babble! 'Necklace' answered, "Why would you want that?!" Babble! === Station overalls took the manicured hand of the one who was dressed like her little brother, "Mommy! Mommy! Which one are you!!" She was beginning to cry herself. Babble! The other Station let her lead her, while she cried, "Mommy! Mommy!" Babble! === A Station Six with the other fraternity Stations Sixes, the one who was wearing a 'Professional Human Lab Animal' T- shirt, arched her long neck and wailed, "It's that damned experiment I volunteered for! It's they're fault! If they had subsidized rents, I could spend my money on booze, and wouldn't have to get the rent money from being their guinea pig..." Babble! The Station Six with the recorder asked, "Can I quote you?" Babble! === The Station Six down on her bare knees was clutching her shocking pink sports bra, "My boobs!! My boobs!! I starved to save up enough money for them!!" Babble! The Station Six in the brown pants and yellow sports shirt gasped, "They weren't real!?!! What else did you lie about, Louise?!!" Babble! The Station Six in slacks and blazer held her professional microphone out to pick up the conversation. She asked her camerawoman, "Are you getting this?" Babble! The camerawoman said, "No!" Babble! === One Station Six in a flannel shirt was telling her twin wearing pants, "You wanted big boobs, now you can pay for your own, Zack! See how you like?" Babble! "Zack!! Get your hand out of your shirt!!" Babble! === The Station six in just biker boots, jeans and a denim vest cried, "My tattoos!! My statement-Gone!!" She searched her body wherever her mascara-rimmed eyes could reach. Babble! The Station Six similarly dressed but in leather, scowled under her penciled eyebrows. She told her, "Stop belly- aching! Just get them redone!" Babble! "Again!?!!" Babble! "Wuss!" and the leather Station walked away in discuss, wiggling a bit as she did. "I'm getting my tattoos back! More!! That'll make me different from all these bitches!" Babble! The Station Six with the press badge said, "Excuse me, can we get some before pictures?!" Babble! Her camerawoman, "Said have you lost it!!?! You want a "Before" picture: You be it!!" And kicking the TV camera still on the ground, she said, "I quit!!" And walked away into the crowd of people like her. Babble! The one with the press badge called out after her, "How can I be a reporter without a crew!?!!" Babble! === The Station Six in brown slacks and a white oxford shirt ran to the two Station Sixes looking for their mother. "Is that you, Shirley and Charley!?!!" Her golden red lips were unsure if they should smile. Babble! They can to her, "Mommy!!" sobbing. Babble! The woman told her, "No, it's Daddy! I'm your dad!" Babble! Station little boy pulled back, crying louder, "You don't look like Daddy! I want Mommy!!" Babble! The woman told her, "I'm trying to find her, too!" And tried to keep herself from crying. {Would this mascara run?} Babble! === The Station Six in the black suit, prayer shawl, yarmulke and a badge that read 'InterFaith Conference' cried, "My circumcision!" Then she realized, "I can no longer sit in the main temple!" Babble! The Station Six in the white fez and shirt cried, "Your circumcision!? Your restrictions to where you can pray!!? At least get out from under a dress code, now!!" Babble! The Station Six in the Roman collar said, "It looks like this may be the end of all of our faiths, if there are no men to administer them. Babble! === The Station Six in a dirty cowl pullover sweatshirt said, her mascara-rimmed eyes wide, "Do you see all of the beautiful women, George?" Babble! The Station Six in the College's mascot jersey told the idiot, "Women?!! There's only one woman!! And she's not even my type!!" {Her eyelids were blue with pink highlights.} Babble! "You're too picky, George!" Babble! "Stop calling me "George"!! I'm Alex!!" Babble! "'Alex'?? Gee, you look a hell of a lot better-- Hey!! Why'd you hit me!!?" Babble! The Station Six with the recorder in her slim hand asked, "You're not Alex Garcia, are you!?!" Babble! "No!" Babble! She put the mike in front of her and asked, "Can I interview you anyway? People won't talk with me, right now." Babble! The Station Six with the professional mike said put it up to her, "What do you say we trade? You give me an interview, and I'll do yours?" {Her nose was small and towards the flat, but narrow side.} Babble! The Station holding books by Jung and Paget observed, "Classic cases of sublimation. They do their jobs rather than dealing with reality." Babble! === Station Six James looked around him-her. Most of the Station Sixes were still in shock. They were viewing their changes as tragedies: The first stage was denial. Babble! But some of them had quickly moved on to stage two: anger. Babble! The Station Six close to James yelled, "James!! This is your fault!! You and your Fantasy Farce Had to put sci-fi ideas into something that could make them come true for you!! You may want to be a girl, but it's no thrill for somebody who already was!!" Babble! There was no mistaking which Station was James: "I'm not your James!! Leave me alone!! Don't touch me!!" yelled a Station Six who was dressed in camouflage told the one accosting her. Babble! The familiar Station Six told other Station Six, "Don't you try pretending you're somebod --And Stop shoving me!!" Babble! James said, "That has to be Darlene. I think I'll wait until she's past this phase before I talk to her." Darlene never had liked feeling overly feminine. Babble! === Station Monroe cried, "Look at this!!" mashing her boobs down in her small hands, and rolling them around on her chest, "Fat! Like two little potbellies! Worse: They're not even solid! They've got lumps inside!!" Babble! Station Devon said, "You just don't know what fat is, Monroe" doing the same with her own manicured hands, but more gently. "This is just the right kind of fat. Soft, but firm --Oh! Look at what's happening with my nipples!" Babble! Station 'By the Slice' said, "You're perverts!! I'll take my fat everyday!! It was guy fat: Fat just to be fat--Not something to put big irritated nipples on!!" She slapped where the flab should have been with her soft hands. Babble! Station Devon informed them, "You don't know what you're missing, you guys." Babble! "Yes, we do!!" Babble! === A Station Six policewoman challenged, "...You want to step outside and say that!!" sticking out her small chin. Babble! A Station Six firewoman's shell-like ears could not believe the challenge. She answered back, "We are outside!!" Babble! The female cop said, "With three fire squads to back you up!!" indicating them with her slim arm. Babble! The female smoke-eater with perfect white teeth said, "Then you must not be much of a man, if that's--" Babble! The Station Six in the police uniform yelled, "What did you say!!?!" attacking, her small hands in a fist. Babble! Another Station firefighter said, "Cat fight!" Babble! Another Station policewoman thumped her head with her hat, "Are you stupid!?" Babble! === Station Curtis complained, "I was a man!! Everybody knew I was a man!! If I didn't have to worry about everybody wanting to sue me, I could have had any and every girl I wanted!! Could have!!?" Arching her back did little to flatten her boobs and buttocks. Babble! (Station Karma Ella said, "Gee, I didn't know handsome men were like beautiful girls.") Babble! Station July yelled at him, "Not every girl would fall for your stupid charm-act, you egomaniac chauvinist bastard!" {Even as another woman, she insisted on using her own gestures.} Babble! (Station Karma Ella said, still hoping somebody would pay attention to her, "I don't know. I've known some beautiful girls who weren't very charming, and they still...") Babble! Station Curtis said, "Don't flatter yourself, July! I would never have anything to do with a fake girl!!" He turned on her twin sister. {And felt her boobs sway back and forth under her oxford and blazer.} Babble! (Station Karma Ella said, "Beautiful girls are often fake...") Babble! Station July said, "Of course you will!!?! Everybody's a fake girl now!!" Babble! (Station Karma Ella said, "I've always been beautiful, but I don't think I've ever...") Babble! === The Station Six in the cutoff short that revealed her smooth and perfectly shaped legs and a 'Kiss the Bartender' shirt cried, "Hey!! You like grabbing, hunh?!!" as she turned on the Station Six behind her. Babble! That Station Six, in Capri's and white blouse, held up her hands, "No! I didn't do it! I'm a girl!" Babble! Station cutoffs roared, "We all are!" moving those legs. Babble! Station Capri ran, trying to lose herself in the crowd of hers. Babble! Meanwhile four Stations in a row squealed and grabbed their bottoms. Babble! Finally a Station Six in a intersecting-circles print dress grabbed the offender. "You think that's funny!?!!" Babble! The Station Six in tight slacks and sweater said, "I just wanted to show them how it felt!" Babble! Station circles told her, "You stupid airhead! Look, some of the jerks are going to find out they like it!!" Babble! Station slacks said, "Oops." Babble! Pushing her long ringlets aside, Station professional reporter looked at her camerawoman, "Are you getting this?" Babble! She was told, "No, I'd rather shoot this fight." Babble! === The first policewoman and firewoman had been separated. Babble! But as soon as the firewoman could strip down to her uniform shirt, she was allowed back in the ring of viewers. Babble! A Station firewoman spectator said, "How much you want to bet my gal beats the crap out of yours?!" Babble! The Station policewoman next to her said, "You got the money on you?! If not, forget it. If you lose, how am going to find you!? You could just say you look like you!" Babble! The firewoman said with dawning horror, "You mean... this could be the end of, of betting!?!" Babble! The policewoman said, "Do you know an honest debtor?" Babble! Meanwhile, referees in the audience were trying to enforce Marquis of Queensbury rules on the two women stripped down to their T-shirts. Babble! Jack lamented, "I wish I felt the same about seeing two women fighting. But the excitement is gone." Well, maybe not, she thought, pulling at the material around her crotch. Babble! === Station James put his slender arms around Station Darlene, and held on for dear life, "This has really got you upset, Darlene! You don't like to see anybody hurt!" Unfortunately she saw her coming, and had turned to face her. Babble! Station Darlene yelled at her