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Supergirl - The Real Story Part 1 The future is not the bright, wondrous place everyone expects it to be. It is a place of darkness and overreaching government control. It's not the place of Star Trek that portrays humankind as being a benevolent, tolerant, evolutionarily evolved society. Sure, we figured out space travel and could travel throughout the galaxy, but we did so more to exploit natural resources and to spread the festering cancer which our society had become. You may wonder how I know these things. I'm not a modern day prophet writing down visions of the future yet to happen, I grew up, lived, and worked there, over four hundred years from now. How I came to be here, in your present, is a story that I believe is worth telling. My name is, or more appropriately, was, Samuel McAllister. I was born in the year 2375, in City 12, of Earth District 15. You would know this general location as somewhere in rural Nebraska. Of course where there is nothing but flat farmland now, City 12 stood as a large domed city spanning nearly fifty miles in diameter. Cities, like this one, were distributed throughout the world and housed the majority of the twelve billion or so people living on the planet. The cities are self- sustaining environments, protected from the outside wasteland, and connected with high-speed magnetic levitation trains that travelled through underground tunnels. You may think that we chose to live in these domed cities because we had devastated the environment, eroded the soils, or made the planet unsupportive of life through war, but you'd be wrong. The world government built these cities to control the people. Every aspect of our lives was scrutinized, recorded, and vilified to ensure compliance with the laws, which were many. If you broke a law, there was only one penalty; expulsion from the global community and being sent to one of many penal colony planets. It was into this world that I was born. A world filled with darkness and rules. One where it was forbidden to travel, to speak out against the government, or to choose your own path in life. We were all born, raised by, educated, and our professions chosen under the strict authority and oversight of the government. I remember the day I was to receive my work assignment, the career that the government chose for me in my eighteenth year. I stood in line with a thousand other eligible men. I knew I could be given a career in anything from cleaning the underground sanitation systems to being an interplanetary explorer. Women were excluded from careers as over many years they had become a commodity to be bought and sold for the pleasure of men; mere slaves that were kept around for breeding and doing men's bidding. I was grateful I had never been born a woman into this world, as their lives were beyond anything I could comprehend. As I waited for my turn to receive my assignment, I thought about my life up until this momentous milestone. Everyday of my life had been carefully plotted by the government. The education I had received was designed to prepare me for this day. The girl I was given for the night when I turned sixteen was also a gift from the government. I remember how frail and frightened she had been and how I was expected and trained to treat her. Something inside rebelled for the first time when I looked into her wide, frightened, tear stained eyes. When the authorities came to my room the next morning, they slapped the girl and knocked her to the ground. I saw her bleeding from her mouth, her lips quivering, and the intense fear that permeated her shaking body. I told them that I didn't want to hurt her, that it didn't feel right to me. Because I was still young they were lenient on me. I was given special sensitivity training and reminded that my actions and beliefs could lead to future ramifications, up to and including expulsion. You did what you were told to do, and you thought what they told you to think. That was the way it was. My name had finally been listed on the wall display returning me back to the present. I walked to the computer system that scanned my iris. My electronic document reader, that was ever present on my hip, beeped indicating a new message had arrived. That was all the pomp and ceremony I would get for my new assignment and now being deemed a man. As I walked away I glanced at the reader. I was to report immediately to police headquarters where I would be assigned my own sleeping quarters and begin training. I was to be a policeman, sworn to uphold the laws of the land that I had secretly questioned everyday since I was sixteen. Over the years I had done my duty. The alternative was being sent to a penal colony, a fate which was deemed to be worse than death. I had my allotted quota of women, but I only enjoyed those brief moments if the woman seemed interested in me and there was a mutual attraction. I never forced myself on them which generally did not sit well with my coworkers. They assumed I was more of a man that liked men which was the furthest thing from the truth. I adored everything about women; their soft skin, their delicate bodies, and their compassionate nature. My job periodically allowed me access to material that was deemed illegal. Old books and documents would sometimes surface. These were considered a threat to the established government and required confiscation and destruction. On occasion, I would hide some of them and read them in the little free time I had. The books painted a picture of a world far different. One where men and women were more equal and how the now outdated institution of marriage was considered normal. I longed for the world of the past these books spoke about. Part 2 It was in the year 2430 that things changed dramatically for me. My new supervisor, Arturus Campbell, was a ruthless, heartless, brute of a man. I got the impression he did not like me much as he tended to assign me the worst jobs. He was cruel and used his larger size to bully and intimidate. One day he had sent me to arrest a woman that was not registered, meaning she was most likely illegally born or had never been marked by the government and likely lived in the wasteland. I searched for a few days through the dark and wretched city until I found her. When I did, she stood proud and defiant in the corner of the musty smelling, dingy, pest-infested room that I found her in. She was beautiful and her dignity caused me to hesitate. I'd never seen a woman that hadn't been emotionally and physically broken. Her skin was darker, which led me to believe she must have come from the wasteland outside the city. I lowered my weapon and closed the door behind me hoping that no one else could hear or see us. "I've been assigned to take you in." "I assume you will deliver me to Arturus, who will in turn sell me." My ears picked up when I heard my supervisor's name. "I'm not sure I understand. You realize you're unregistered?" "Arturus has men roaming the wasteland looking for women to steal. He took me away from my husband and my children. You wouldn't understand. Do what you have to do." I thought back to my sixteenth birthday and how I wanted to help the girl but couldn't. I was much older now and I'd seen and done things I was not proud of. What if I was caught and sent to a penal colony? Oddly enough that thought didn't bother me so much. I was fit and well trained to handle myself if that eventuality happened. Perhaps I could make a difference for just one person in this crazy and demented world? "What's it like; the wasteland and having a family?" She looked at me like I was strange. "We live a simple life, without the technologies of the rest of the world. We're peaceful, keep to ourselves, and live off the land. I couldn't imagine living my life here, in these squalid cities. The air is oppressive and the city is filled with waste and filth. I feel so closed in. My family is everything to me. I'd die for them, which is likely to be my fate." I looked into her eyes. I was drawn to her. Inexplicably drawn, but not in a sexual way. I saw strength in her that contradicted everything I'd been told about women. "Do you know where you entered the city? I might be able to help you." For the first time she offered a hint of hope in the sparkle of her eyes. "The train tunnels. There's a door that leads to the wasteland not far within them." "I'm pretty sure I can get you back to the train tunnel, but if I go beyond the entrance, an alarm will sound as they track my location at all times. You would be on your own from there. You must trust me." "You're my only hope. I have to trust you. I'm Kara." "Samuel. Tell me, how'd you escape and wind up here?" "I was brought in with ten other women. Arturus' men bribed the tunnel guards to let us into the city. At one point they took the bracers off our wrists and I was able to run and get away." "I won't take you back to them. Hold out your hands. I have to put these bracers on. It'll make it look like I've arrested you. People won't question a police officer." She had so much courage. She put her chin up high and held out her arms without question. I found myself admiring this woman and detesting myself. What had we done as a society to place such low value on such beautiful and regal beings? I walked her to the nearest transport station. We weren't stopped or even considered suspicious. No one bothered me for fear of becoming a target themselves. We travelled through the dirty and garbage strewn city streets to the main train tunnels. I was well beyond any place I should have gone, but I felt compelled to help the woman. When we were in sight of the tunnels I took off the bracers that bound her wrists together. She looked into my eyes, moisture suggesting at the emotions that lay within. "You're a good man in a world with mostly bad people. You are welcome in my home, such as it is, should you ever choose to need a place. You could come with me, you know?" I shook my head. "You'll only have one chance at this. My presence in the tunnel would set off alarms and I can't risk your life that way. I'll go first and draw the guards into a conversation allowing you an opportunity to sneak past them and get into the tunnels." "Thank you, Samuel!" She pulled me into a hug. It was the first time I had ever been held such. I felt her emotions radiate through her touch and into my body. I almost began weeping. Again I questioned where had we gone so wrong as a society? How could we have ever treated these women like we have? I wiped a tear from my face as she let me go. I took a moment to compose myself and walked out boldly towards the guards. Two guards were all that protected the tunnel. I waved at them and indicated that I needed to speak with them. "I'm looking for an unregistered woman. I was told she may have been in the area of the tunnel. Have you seen anything?" I watched the woman from the corner of my eye sneak into the darkness of the tunnel. I continued the conversation for a while until I knew she was deeper inside. "Thank you both for your time. I'm sorry to have bothered you." I headed back to the station in a daze. I'd never felt like I truly fit into this society and within the past few hours I now felt completely alienated. Something deep within me stirred. I needed to be free. When I got back to my desk I opened a communications channel for anonymous reporting of individuals that were involved in criminal behavior. I sent my supervisor's name and information and listed the various laws he had broken in his illegal human trafficking operation. Only government sponsored human trafficking was legal. I left my desk and got my things to head back to my sleeping quarters when Arturus ordered me to his office. A heavy weight felt like it had been placed on my chest as I walked with a heavy sense of foreboding. When I arrived I saw armed guards and several government officials. Arturus sat comfortably behind his desk with a smirk on his face. "Samuel McAllister. It has come to my attention that you protected an illegal and unregistered female that was to be sent to the Altarin Penal Colony as a sex slave." On the wall was displayed a recording of me in the room with the woman. My voice was muffled but clear enough to hear. "I might be able to help you..." Arturus replayed that portion of the recording several times to make emphasis for those standing in the room. "You violated our law and we can no longer find the woman. I hereby place you under arrest for conspiracy. You violated your oath to uphold the laws and you aided and abetted a wanted criminal. Take him to Processing Cell D!" A disgraced police officer was always held to a different standard. Punishment was quick and severe. I would be lucky to get away with simple expulsion. The guards tore my clothing from me and cuffed me in bracers. They led me through the busy station naked as an example to other officers that would consider breaking the law. People I worked with for years turned their backs to me, knowing better than to show any kind of sympathy. I thought of the woman, Kara, and her tremendous courage and spirit. I'd do my best to show no fear. I held my head high and put my shoulders back as I was led away. Part 3 Processing Cell D was a large room in the basement of a government office building a few blocks away. There were no judges and juries that I'd go before to plead my cause. The government officials dealt punishment in the most efficient way possible by being the judge, jury, and, at times, executioner. I was strapped down on a cold metal table perforated with an abundance of drainage holes. I wondered what kind of torture they'd do to me that warranted their use. There were bright lights that shone down upon me. The room had a sterile feeling to it and smelled of disinfectant. I lay there naked and cold, fearful of what I had brought upon myself. Arturus, along with medical personnel, arrived a short time later. He leaned down and whispered into my ear. "You stole something from me. It's only fitting you replace what I've lost." He then stood fully and announced to the people in the room. "This man, Samuel McAllister, a veteran of the police force, was found guilty of conspiracy against the global government and for aiding a criminal. His punishment is expulsion to the Altarin Penal Colony. Due to the severity and nature of his crimes, an additional punishment is deserved. Doctor? Are you ready?" At this point I lost all bravado and sweat broke out on my forehead. I struggled against the restraints to no avail, their metal cutting into my wrists and ankles. The doctor pulled out an injection gun and hesitated a moment. Arturus looked pleased with himself as he spoke to me. "This procedure is still experimental. I'm told it's usually done under sedatives as it's very painful. There've been no successful attempts to date, but the doctor feels he has perfected his procedure. If it doesn't work, we lose nothing other than a piece of traitorous trash. Proceed." I wasn't going to give Arturus the satisfaction of saying anything to make him change his mind. He would enjoy my pleading too much and do what he was planning on doing anyway. The doctor pressed the device against my neck and injected something into my body. It wasn't long until I began feeling a burning sensation course through my blood veins. The burning increased more and more and my muscles began to contract involuntarily. The convulsions were so strong my bones began to break. As much as I tried to be strong, the pain became too intense and I began screaming. The heat and burning intensified making me feel like I was on fire from the inside out. I looked down towards my body. I could see wisps of smoke or steam rising from my convulsing chest and arms. I finally and thankfully slipped into unconsciousness when my skin began to dissolve and slide away from my muscles. Part 4 When I came to I was in a different room and found I was still strapped down. The pain was mercifully gone and I actually felt quite well. I could not move or look upon what was left of my body, as even my head was immobilized. Eventually the doctor came into the room. "What did you do to me?" My voice sounded all wrong. "You don't speak to me in that tone! I'm going to let you up so that you can see the miracle that I've performed. There are guards just outside the door. If you run or try to harm me in any way, you'll be severely punished." "You mean punished worse than I already was or just more punishment?" "Again, you don't have the right to question me! I should've already beaten you for your insubordination but I've been given a directive to make sure you remain unsullied." I tried to grasp what he was saying as I felt his hands removing the straps holding me down. When I sat up I saw a young naked woman staring back at me. At first I was mesmerized by her beauty until I realized I was staring at my own reflection in a mirror. I gasped and looked down at myself. Large breasts protruded from my chest. My hand went to my face but I stopped it to stare at how small and delicate it looked. I got off the bed and walked to the mirror, my body feeling uncoordinated at first. I stared at myself, fear immobilizing me. Somehow, they'd turned me into a young woman. A woman with no rights. A woman that could be legally raped by any man. A woman that would be beaten into submission until she would sit demurely and never question any man. I looked back at the doctor who smiled as if he realized he'd just finished a magnificent piece of artwork. "You're the first to survive the procedure." I looked back at the mystery person who was reflected back at me. I'd guess I was only eighteen or nineteen years of age, far from the fifty- five years I'd been. Long, full, and lush blonde hair cascaded from my head to the middle of my back. It had a slight natural wave to it. My face was extraordinarily beautiful with large, bright, blue eyes and full, red lips. I was lean and slender with a perfectly flat stomach and long, smooth legs. My breasts were large, my waist narrow, and my hips flared. I was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen and that frightened me even more. A woman like me would be highly sought after, fought over, and would be a prized submissive sex slave. Arturus strode into the room and took one look at me and laughed. He sent the doctor away. I looked up at him and realized I was now close to six inches shorter than I'd been and close to half my previous weight. I was probably five foot eight and weighed around one hundred and fifteen pounds. Arturus was nearly six foot five and weighed close to three hundred pounds; most of that solid muscle. "Well, well, well. Look how you turned out. I'm going to have to stop spending money on finding women in the wasteland and simply start making them." He reached for me and grabbed my breast with his massive hand. It hurt but I wouldn't cry out. "Very nice. It is unfortunate that we've such little time and I need to keep you unblemished. I promised the administrator of the Altarin Penal Colony a slut beyond compare. You helped the one I was going to give him get away. You'll be her replacement and I dare say you'll bring more credits to my account than all the rest combined. He may keep you for himself or sell you to the highest bidder. I'd love to be there when they deflower you." A fearful courage built up in me and I lashed out at him, throwing my fist towards his face. Before my fist could connect, his hand grabbed my forearm and stopped any momentum my arm had. I looked with shock at how his hand wrapped fully around my forearm and how little strength I had compared to him. I suddenly felt very frail and weak. "Guards!" The guards rushed in. "Get this slut to the Galactic Transit Station. She is to be sent to the Altarin Penal Colony right away." Bracers were once again placed on my wrists. The guards grip on my biceps hurt my arms as I was led away. When I got to the Galactic Transit Station I was unbound and given a filmy metal dress to wear. The fabric was a light, bluish gray color and made of a combination of titanium threads and synthetics which would be strong enough to withstand the duration and effects of space flight. I slipped it on eagerly as walking around naked was generating many frightening reactions from the men that worked here. Even though it was made of metal, it felt like silk and clung to my new curves, the length stopping at my mid thigh. I was quickly shuffled from one room to the next and given injections and asked to drink horrible tasting fluids. I didn't ask any questions. I assumed these were all to help with suspended animation during the long flight to the penal colony, twelve light-years away. Whatever they had given me was starting to take affect. My vision began to blur and I was losing my coordination. I recall being taken to the craft that would take me to the penal colony. It was smaller than I expected, looking rather like an arrowhead. I was stuffed into the single seat and wires and tube connected to me. The lid of the craft closed and sealed me in. I don't recall much after that. I knew the craft would be launched into initial orbit by use of magnetic railgun technology. From there I would pass through a series of accelerator gates at key positions within the solar system that would ultimately lead to wormholes and onwards to the final destination. Unbeknownst to me or to the people back on earth a spacial anomaly had entered the flight path of the spacecraft. Perhaps it was a black hole or something entirely new and unknown, but the craft veered off course and accelerated into the anomaly, moving faster than any known craft had ever travelled and being exposed to a broad spectrum of radiation. After passing through the anomaly the craft used its navigation systems to automatically redirect itself back towards earth as part of a failsafe mechanism in case it encountered any problems in its flight. Part 5 I'm not sure how long I was in space for. It could have been hours, days, or many, many years. All I knew was that I woke up as the craft was plummeting through an atmosphere. I could see the flames, hear the alarms, and felt the shuddering of the craft as it began to tear apart. The craft did its best to try to level off and reduce the descent speed. At the last moment the spacecraft's nose rose causing it to hit the surface of the planet at a low angle of trajectory. Even with the automatic features to avoid a perpendicular crash, the subsequent skipping of the craft across the surface of the planet tore it apart and sent me flying through air, fire, and debris. I was lying in a grassy field, shaken, but oddly unhurt. I stared up into the blue sky and took a cautious first breath. Since I never died from my first breath I assumed the air was safe, I stood unsteadily to my feet and looked around me. I was in the middle of a rolling plain, grasses tickled my lower legs and bare feet. The sun felt warm and refreshing on my skin. A light breeze caught my long blonde hair and blew some of it into my eyes. I turned back towards the crash site. For miles I could see blackened scorch marks in the soft earth, flames, chunks of metal, and smoke billowed up into the cloud-free sky. I looked down at my hands and exposed legs. There was not a scratch on them. I didn't know where I was, but I smiled knowing I was likely not on Altarin. I was still a woman, there was no changing that. To me, that change had been only a few hours ago. I'd no idea how long I'd been in space, or what planet I was now on. I breathed in deeply, having never experienced the fresh air of the outside world before. I could smell the soil and the fresh grasses. It was wonderful. I continued to stand there taking in all the sights and more than a few sensations from my new body when I heard the increasing sounds of distant thumping. Within minutes, multiple strange aircraft were visible and coming straight for me. Fearful of what or who might be inside I looked around to find some form of shelter. Unfortunately, there was nothing but gently rolling terrain covered in the same grasses I stood in. There was no place to run or hide. I took a few more deep breaths of the sweet smelling air anticipating they might be my last. Five aircraft hovered and surrounded me. Two slowly dropped to the ground. I could see into the strange hovering machines to see what looked like humanoid people. I shouldn't be surprised as in all our exploration of the galaxy we never found any other life forms. "Put your hands in the air!" Came a sound from the belly of the aircraft. It was a man's voice. I cringed and did as complied. I did not want to be around men. Men poured out of the side of the whirling machine. They were covered in some sort of body armor, wore goggles, and were holding weapons, lots of weapons. A man that looked to be in charge strode forward towards me. He stopped a few feet away and looked me up and down appraising me. Did he appear somewhat frightened of me? "Who are you? Do you speak English?" At least they spoke English. Who was I? That was a good question. I glanced down at myself in a young woman's body. Samuel didn't sound right. I then thought of the beautiful and proud woman from the wasteland. "Yes, I speak English. My name is Kara. Kara Samuels." I threw in my rightful first name as a way to somehow bind myself to my old life. The man softened his expression slightly. "Where did you come from? We tracked your spacecraft from the time it past the outer planets." "May I ask a question first?" He nodded. "Where am I? What planet is this?" "You came here and you do not know where you are? I find that hard to believe. This is the planet earth." "Earth? This does not look like the earth I know. May I ask what year this is?" "2016." I fell to my knees, the sounds of weapons shifting at the same time made it clear they followed my position carefully. If it truly had been earth, I'd at least expected it to be further in the future. "I'm not sure how to explain this. I came from earth. I'm from your future. The year 2430 to be exact." The man turned to another man on his right. "I need every scrap of that spacecraft found and collected." He then turned back to me. "I'm going to ask you for your cooperation. We have many questions for you and I'm sure our medical teams will need to validate you are indeed from earth. Will you come with us willingly?" "I don't seem to be in any position to negotiate. Yes, I'll come." I stood up and the men with weapons surrounded me and walked me to one of the strange aircraft. I was helped inside, the man who seemed to be their leader sat across from me. I had so many questions. "What's your name?" "I'm General Markus Williams of the United States Air Force." "What do you call this aircraft?" "For someone claiming to be from the future, you sure don't know much, do you?" "I think you'd be surprised what the future is like." "This is a helicopter." "What's going to happen to me?" "That depends on many things. If you're deemed a threat to our national security you could be imprisoned. If you're cooperative and prove to be what you say, then that's something we'll need to decide at a later date." "Am I a prisoner?" "Yes. However, you'll be treated fairly and with respect." I sat back and stared out the window at the changing landscapes below. I could see the odd building and what looked like some small cities without domes over them. "Is this the wasteland we are flying over?" "I'm not sure what you are asking, Ms. Samuels. We are currently flying over the state of Nebraska, heading southwest into Colorado." Within two hours the helicopter landed in what appeared to be a military base. I could see mountains in the distance. I was ushered into a large building. Suddenly I had the urge to go to the bathroom. "Mr. General Markus Williams sir? I'm not really sure how long I was in that spacecraft. I could certainly use a bathroom." He frowned. "Lieutenant Harlow! Please escort Ms. Samuels to the bathroom. Make sure she doesn't go anywhere but where she's supposed to. Bring her to the main conference room when she's done." "Yes, sir!" I was surprised to see a woman of rank here. "Right this way Ms. Samuels." She professionally guided me to the women's bathroom and stood outside the stall while I went. It was a pretty straightforward affair for my first attempt as a woman. Since all I was wearing was the short metallic dress I simply pulled the dress up a little, sat down, relieved myself, and pondered my current circumstances. Was it possible that in the year 2016 women truly were more accepted? Whatever had happened, I was certainly much better off here, in this time, than at some penal colony as a sex slave, even if I was a prisoner. I glanced down at my new body and all the new sensations it brought. My urine had sort of gone everywhere. I found some paper in the stall to dry myself up with. I got up expecting something to happen, but nothing did. I was unsure what to do. I opened the stall door to see the Lieutenant standing close by with her hand close to her weapon. "Isn't it supposed to do something?" "What, you've never seen a toilet before? Just flush it. Push down on the silver lever for Pete's sake." "Who's Pete?" The Lieutenant rolled her eyes in exasperation as I reached in to flush the toilet. I grabbed the lever and it broke in my hand. Water began spraying all over. "I'm so sorry. It doesn't seem to be working correctly." The Lieutenant spoke into a communication device. "We need cleanup and plumbing in ladies room 212." She looked at me like I was wasting her time. "Do you need to be told how to use a sink to wash your hands?" "I think I can figure it out." I moved to the sinks and looked at the rounded knobs. I touched one first and nothing happened so I twisted it. I was pleased to see water coming out and I managed to wash and find paper to dry my hands with. I went to turn off the water, but I must have turned too far or too hard and I broke the faucet, water spraying everywhere there as well. "I'm really sorry. I would've thought they'd be built stronger. I'll be more gentle next time." Obviously frustrated, the Lieutenant huffed and escorted me out of the bathroom. On our way to the conference room I asked a few questions. "Lieutenant? What's it like being a woman on earth in this year?" She looked at me like I was the stupidest person on earth, which, at the moment, I actually felt like I was. "I don't understand your question. It's as it has always been." "I've never seen a woman working in a career job before. Do the men treat you badly?" I saw the look again. "I guess they never told you about me. I'm from the future. It's very different there, how they treat women, or even how you flush a toilet." "It's my opinion that you're just a demented young woman. Where did you get that hideous dress? Was that from the asylum?" "You think I'm crazy. I guess I can understand that. It's clear you wouldn't believe anything I tell you then." The Lieutenant simply huffed again and brought me to the conference room. There were many people in the room. "Any problems Lieutenant?" "Other than she doesn't know how to flush a toilet, she breaks everything she touches, and talks like she's insane? No problem at all, sir." "Good to hear. You're dismissed. Ms. Samuels, please have a seat. I want you to explain to these men and women how you came to be here." Part 6 I looked around the room and a feeling of apprehension rose up in me. "Sir?" "Yes, Ms. Samuels?" "I promise I'll tell you the truth to the best of my ability. The Lieutenant thinks I am insane and I suspect you all might feel the same after I tell you what I know. I only ask you consider it a possibility." "We'll keep an open mind, Ms. Samuels, after all, we found you in the middle of a wheat field that had been decimated by some form of a spacecraft that plummeted to earth and had come from outside the solar system." "I'm from the year 2430. I was a police officer for the city in which I lived. All law enforcement positions report directly to the global government. In the future, the government strictly controls what every citizen does. Most live in large domed cities, although some live in the wasteland outside. I was ordered to track and find a woman that had entered the city from the wasteland. I found her, but chose not to arrest her. My supervisor had been involved in illegal human trafficking and had taken the woman from her family in the wasteland and was planning on selling her as a sex slave to a remote planet called Altarin. The planet was used as a penal colony for criminals. I helped the woman escape but in the process my supervisor found out I had helped her and I was punished with torture and expulsion." "I was stripped, required to wear this metal dress, put in the spacecraft and placed in suspended animation for the journey. Since I had let the woman escape, my supervisor decided he'd sell me as a replacement for the other woman. The spacecraft is automatically controlled. It either reaches its destination or returns to earth if something happened in transit. When I woke from suspended animation, the spacecraft was entering earth's atmosphere and then crashed." "How is it that you were uninjured?" "I've no idea, sir. I don't understand that myself." "You say you were tortured before they put you in the spacecraft yet you have no marks on you. How do you explain that?" I had no idea what to say. As I spoke I realized how unbelievable my story must be to them. "I told you I would be truthful. If nothing else, at least I know I was honest. I was born in the year 2375, as a male. I had served as a police officer since I turned eighteen. I was fifty-five years old in 2430. Women in the future have no rights. They're bought and sold for profit. This..." I looked down at myself. "This was my torture. Since I let the woman escape I was transformed to become her replacement. When I said torture, you cannot imagine the physical pain having your body reformed. The emotional pain comes with the knowledge that as a woman I had no rights and couldn't even question what they were planning to do to me." "I'm trying to keep an open mind, Ms. Samuels, but this all sounds like the Lieutenant suggested. Mindless ramblings. Guards, take her down to the medical team waiting by." As I was escorted out, one of the women spoke loud enough for me to overhear. "General, what if she's telling the truth?" "Does it really matter? This whole thing is giving me a headache." The medical facility was one floor down. A group of doctors were in the room and asked me to sit on the edge of a bed. "Ms. Samuels, we are going to run a few tests on you." I nodded and they checked my eyes, ears, nose, and throat. A woman came over with a vial and what looked like an ancient injection device. "I'm just going to get a few samples of your blood, Ms. Samuels. This might hurt just a bit." She tried to push the needle into my arm but it wouldn't penetrate the skin. The needle actually bent. "That's odd. I'll get another needle." She tried again with the same results. Frowning, she grabbed a scalpel from a tray nearby. "I'm just going to try a very small incision." I watched her move the blade across my skin and nothing happened. "Doctors? Could you please come over here?" "What seems to be the problem?" "I can't get a needle in her arm and even a scalpel won't cut her." "Let me see that." He grabbed the scalpel and gently slid it across my skin with no results. He then pressed harder and again nothing. "Get me another scalpel." As he pulled away, the scalpel slipped in his hand and cut his palm. He grabbed a towel and held it against his cut then looked at me again. "Get a DNA sample from her mouth using a swab and I want a spectrum analyzer brought in to test her skin." The nurse came back and pressed the swab into my mouth as another man wheeled in a rather bulky looking machine. "Put your hand on this plate and please keep still." The machine's fans whirred as a bright light hit the back of my hand. "Doctor? Take a look at these results. Here and here, you can see everything is totally normal, but here, there are unknown elements in her skin." "Anything on the DNA results yet?" "First pass is done, Doctor, but details won't be available for twenty- four hours. Similar to the spectrum analyzer, DNA appears perfectly normal human, but there are hints of things I've never seen before. There are also very few male chromosomes but as we find them they seem to be disappearing, or changing into female chromosomes. It's very odd." "Get her fingerprints and photos of her face and run them through everything we have. Someone get the General down here and get this poor girl some clothes." Everyone was running around and not paying much attention to me. I looked at the steel tray beside me. It appeared to be solidly built. I reached out and pinched the edge of it between my fingers. It squished easily, like soft lead and left behind an imprint of my fingers. I stared at my hand in disbelief and started to panic. What happened to me? After I became female, I remember how Arturus and the guards had hurt me so easily. Something must have happened during the space flight. It was how I survived the crash. I stood up and spotted a wicked looking device I'd later learn was an electric saw used for cutting bone during an autopsy. I found a switch on the side and turned it on, the saw spinning quickly. The noise caused some of the staff in the room to look in my direction. Not knowing what I was planning to do, they immediately called the guards. I looked at the spinning blade, closed my eyes, and lowered it into my other hand. I felt a light touch against my hand and I slowly opened my eyes. Nothing was happening. The saw did not cut my hand at all. I pressed it harder and the saw blade broke, not a scratch was on my hand. I dropped the saw, my hands shaking. I had ignored what was going on around me, but the noise of running feet brought me back to my senses. "Put your hands above your head and walk away from the saw!" I raised my hands and turned toward the guards. I saw the General strolling into the room. I started to cry. "I don't know what's happened to me." "Guards, lower your weapons. Ms. Samuels, are you all right?" "I... I don't know... Something has happened to me. I... I'm different. I wasn't even scratched in the crash. Can you explain that? The scalpel, the needles, the saw. They couldn't puncture my skin." "Doctor, what have you found out?" "She's human, but there are unknown elements in her skin and DNA." "What do you mean, unknown elements?" "Elements that do not exist on earth. There is something else very odd. She seems to have a few male chromosomes, but even as we spot them, they are changing before our eyes to female chromosomes." "Ms. Samuels, please follow me." The General took me back upstairs to what I assumed was his private office. "Sit down." "Initial surveys of the remains of the spacecraft are inconclusive. The metal is an alloy we have never seen before. Spectral analysis showed common earth elements but also some unknown substances. We found writing in the craft that was English and one tag referenced the global government. Let's assume I may begin to believe some parts of your story. What are your intentions?" "My intentions? I just want to live, sir." "You may be able to help us, and perhaps we can help you." "How so?" "Your knowledge of the future may help us develop new technologies that would give us an edge militarily. We have resources here that could also help you understand what changes you are experiencing." "What are my options?" "I'll be honest with you, Ms. Samuels, you're considered a potential threat to the security of the United States and the world. I can't let you leave here. At least not yet. Your cooperation will be crucial to your future." I thought of how brave Kara had been. "I'm a good person, sir. I hope someday to prove to you that I'm not a threat." "I'm glad to hear it. You'll have armed guards posted near you at all times. We've arranged quarters for you, and I've ordered clothing to be brought to you as well. The guards will take you to your room. Welcome to earth, 2016." "Thank you, sir." Part 7 My room felt luxurious and spacious compared to my old sleeping quarters that had been shared with a half dozen other men. Everything about this place was clean and orderly. I'd never had a lot of privacy before. This room had its own bathroom, dresser, closet, bed, and even a window. Granted the window had bars on it and the door was guarded, but still, it was mine for now. On the bed were some women's clothing. Undergarments to cover my new unmentionables, a dress, and some shoes. All this time I had been barefoot and I hadn't even noticed. I went into the bathroom and stared at my reflection in the mirror. I now had a little time to myself to get familiar with my own new body. For starters, I was dirty. My face had dirt and soot stains from the crash, my tears had left dark streaks as they had fallen, my hair was matted and had grasses stuck in it. The rest of my body was not much better off. I was a sight and that must have contributed to their thinking I was crazy. My first order of business would be to get cleaned up so that I could better evaluate myself. I found a towel, what appeared to be soap, and some bottles of hair shampoo, or at least that's what it said on the bottle anyways. I figured out the 'H' was for hot and 'C' was for cold. You'd think that would be obvious, but shower water in the future turned on and off with the wave of a hand and was always the same temperature. Being very gentle with the knobs this time, I turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. I then pulled off my metal dress and stepped inside. I admit that I'd never had such a nice time in a shower before. The sensations my body produced were so much more heightened than my old male body. My body was so smooth. Every touch and every reaction was new to me. The two parts of my body that I noticed the most was the weight of my breasts as I shifted and moved, and my hair. I also found it somewhat pleasant to not have stuff between my legs, odd as that seemed. When I felt like I had cleaned myself as best that I could, I stepped out of the shower and dried myself off. I stood looking at myself in the mirror again, and I definitely appeared much more human this time. I got up close to the mirror and examined my eyes and face, touching my lips and cheeks with my fingers. I smiled, exposing a beautiful set of teeth. It felt so much easier to smile and show my teeth than before. I turned my head from side to side and examined my ears. My hair was still wet. I never saw a woman actually do her thing in a bathroom before so I was unsure how to care for hair like I had. I was tempted to cut it short but realized that it had not been burned or torn in the crash, it most likely would be the way it is forever. I took a step back and stared at my ample breasts. I moved my hands to them and felt their size, suppleness, and weight. They were extremely sensitive to my touch and sent waves and warm, pleasurable feelings coursing through my body. I noted how lean my body looked. I moved my eyes across my flat stomach and to the noticeable missing parts between my legs. My thighs did not touch and I could easily see my new vagina. I noticed I was without any hair below my neck. I raised my arms, felt my legs, and could feel no stubble or hairs at all. I turned, looking at my back and butt. My skin was flawless, without any blemish, freckles, or moles. My butt was firm and not flabby and when I bent over I could clearly see my vaginal lips between my legs. My legs were long and lean, even athletic looking. There was no question I was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. I realized that I was actually becoming aroused by my own body but the feelings were so foreign I did not know what to do with them. As a man in the future, lacking privacy, self-satisfaction was curtailed and frowned upon. My hair was still wet after almost thirty minutes of self- examination. I looked around the bathroom and found various devices. There was a brush which helped me get rid of any tangles, but also an odd weapon-like thing that when turned on blew hot or cool air. It would've helped had I read the side that said 'hair dryer'. I used that on my hair and in combination with the brush produced a beautiful, dry, and shiny set of hair. I pondered my predicament as I continued to stare at my reflection. I felt less fearful about being a woman, knowing I was now living in a time that was more accepting and protective of women. I was still concerned that my new beauty might attract unwelcome advances. All-in- all, considering the shock of being transformed into another gender, I felt exhilarated. I seemed to be in a state of continual arousal. Every move I made reminded me of who I now was. I went back to the bed and put on the clothing that was there. I struggled with the thing they gave me to hold my breasts. I wondered how they knew the right size. When I was all done, I looked at myself again in the mirror. The clothes were so much different than in the future, but they were very flattering of my body. I enjoyed the way the hem of the dress brushed against my knees. This felt far better than the rough pants and shirts I had been given to wear everyday. I went to the door and opened it, the two guards outside immediately moved to block my way. "Sorry, ma'am. We are not authorized to let you leave your room." They both gave me a look I would consider nothing less than admiring. "I'm hungry and thirsty." I noticed the General was walking by. He actually stopped and looked at me. "Ms. Samuels. You do clean up nicely. I almost didn't recognize you. I overheard that you're hungry. Perhaps I can escort you to the mess hall." "You get food in a messy hall?" He nodded to the guards to follow us and they took their place a few steps behind. The mess hall was large and noisy but it went silent when the General and I entered the room. The way I was being looked at with a mixture of awe, lust, and 'hey, there's that crazy girl that thinks she is from the future' kind of look, was a little disconcerting. The General led me to the start of a line and had me take a tray. "Pick what you want. Most of the vegetables are fresh from local farms, so is the meat." "It looks and smells delicious!" I was, perhaps, a little over zealous in my choices. By the time I'd reached the end of the line my tray was overflowing. "Are you really going to eat all of that?" "I'm famished and it all looks so good." "I'm not sure what kind of food you are used to, but if you like this food, you'll be an easy date to please. Military food is not considered very good by anyone's standards." "My food ration was comprised of digestive proteins and simple carbohydrates that sort of looked a little like that stuff there. I didn't take any of it because it reminded me of what I used to eat." He laughed. "That's cream corn." "What's a date?" He led me to a remote table, the guards standing close by. "You really don't know what a date is? How did a man and woman get to know each other?" "I'm not sure what it was like for some, but as a police officer, I was given an allotment of women. Usually once or twice per year. I would be assigned a room for the night and they would bring a woman to me." He looked at me as if shocked. I started sampling the various foods on my plate. "If a person wants to get to know another better, one or the other can ask to have a date." "This food is the best I've ever tasted. What's this?" "That's chicken." "It's wonderful. Do they grow chickens?" "I think I need to introduce you to the Internet. That way you can research whatever you like." I took a bite out of a piece of pie and my mouth exploded with the sweet taste. "Mmm. I'm sorry. I'm sure I'm making a fool out of myself. It's just all so good. Except for that." "That would be turnips. Nobody likes turnips, so you are fine. I actually must excuse myself for the evening. My family is waiting for me. The guards will escort you back to your room when you are done." "You have a family?" "Most everyone does here." I started to tear up with a sudden yearning. "I'm sorry for keeping you from them." The hard-looking General softened his expression. "Maybe I'll introduce you one day. Good night Ms. Samuels." "Thank you, sir. For everything." I continued to sample all the sumptuous foods when a pretty young woman came by and stood by my table. "May I?" She seemed to be asking my permission to sit. "Please." "So you're the one people are talking about." "Kara. My name is Kara." "Lois. Pleased to meet you, Kara. Is it true what they are saying?" "I'm not sure what they are saying." "That you arrived in a spacecraft from the future." "Yes, that's true. Much better than the alternative; that I'm a crazy person from an asylum, whatever an asylum is." "Aside from being the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, you look normal enough. Assuming you are telling the truth, what's the world like? I mean it must be filled with beautiful people like yourself, world peace, fantastic technologies?" I blushed a little then frowned thinking about what it was like. "There are few beautiful people. It's a world unlike anything here. It's dark and dirty. People have almost no privacy. If I were to try and describe it in one sentence, it would be 'a world that consists of lonely, isolated, and controlled people, in an oppressive environment that restricts freedoms and exploits resources.' I might also add, it's not a place you would want to be a woman." "Wow. I hope we can change the future." "If I get the chance, I will." "You're not as unintelligent as some people are saying." "I'll take that as a compliment. This world is so different. Everything is new to me. Even trying to figure out how to dry my hair with that weapon that blows air." She laughed. "You're smart and will get used to things very quickly." "What is this called?" "That would be chocolate cake." "This is so good!" "It was very nice meeting you, Kara. I work as a journalist liaison to the military. I'm sure I'll see you around." "That would be nice. I'd like to get to know you better. Maybe we could have a date?" Lois raised an eyebrow and gave me an appreciative smile. "The General told me a date is how people get to know each other better." "Did he now? Just be cautious tossing around the 'date' word. A date would be more considered as something leading to romance, or even to marriage." "Marriage? I've read about that. It's illegal in the future. Marriage that is. Are you married?" "No, haven't met the right person yet." "Maybe the right one will come along soon." She looked at me appraisingly. "Maybe. About that date. Shall I take you to dinner tomorrow night at 6:00 pm?" "I would enjoy that." "Goodnight, Kara. Don't eat too much, you'll lose that pretty figure of yours." "Goodnight, Lois." I was definitely full but satisfied I did some damage to the food that had been on my tray. I was escorted back to my room and found several items had been left there for me. One was a computer that looked like it should have been in a museum but was likely state of the art. There was a sheet of instructions for me. The second item looked like another dress, but it was almost see through. There was a note on it. 'These sheets are rough. Wear this to have a better night's sleep. Looking forward to our 'date.' Lois.' I washed up and read the instructions for the computer carefully. After turning it on and trying to figure out the mouse and keyboard I quickly got the hang of things. Within a few searches I learned Google was my friend. I looked up everything I could think of. Current news, marriage, date, chicken. I gasped when I saw what a chicken was and that I had eaten a bird, but it did taste very good. I looked up topics like hair care, feminine hygiene, and helicopters. I probably spent five hours researching and learning. This world was amazing. I was so pleased to see how well women were regarded. It was late when I slipped out of my clothes, carefully putting them aside. I had read what Lois had left me was called a nightgown. I put that on and climbed into the oversized bed. I was too exhausted to explore my body more and unsure as to what to do with it anyways. Part 8 At 6:00 am sharp there was a knock on the door. I sleepily got out of bed and opened the door, not realizing that the nightgown was rather revealing. Lieutenant Harlow was at the door and had a small bundle of clothes in her hands. "You should really cover up before opening the door, Ms. Samuels." When I realized what I had done I pulled my hands over myself and blushed. "I'm sorry. I guess I was still rather sleepy." "These are for you. Please put them on and meet me at the mess hall. The guards will escort you. There's a hair scrunchie so you can put your hair in a ponytail. I'll be evaluating your fitness level this morning. You've exactly ten minutes." With that she promptly turned on her heels and left. I closed the door, ran to the bathroom to clean up then ran to the computer and looked up 'hair scrunchie' and 'ponytail' to figure out what she was talking about. I put on the clothes she gave me. There was a sports bra and the top and bottoms were made of a stretchy material that hugged every bit of my body. There were different shoes and socks as well. When I exited the room the guards looked at me and looked at each other and nodded appreciatively. I felt a little more exposed in this outfit than in the dress as it left nothing to the imagination. I found the Lieutenant in the mess hall. She always appeared rather stoic and controlled. She suggested that I not eat too much as she was going to 'put me through the paces'. I grabbed five or six plates of food noting that the Lieutenant merely rolled her eyes at me. We sat down together and I started eating. "The food here is so amazing! What are these brown strips? They're incredible." She pointed to each of the items and curtly spoke their names. "Bacon, fried eggs, hash browns, toast, grapefruit. Are you seriously going to eat all of that?" "I took a lot less than last night." "The General owes me big time for babysitting you." "I get the feeling you don't think very highly of me. I understand. After all, I broke your bathroom." "It's not that. I think you're a fraud. There, I've said it." "I don't blame you, Lieutenant. It's a pretty far-fetched story. I'd probably feel the same way if I were you." "So you're saying you agree? That you're lying?" "Oh no! That's not what I meant at all. I'm not lying. It just must seem that way from your perspective." She did the 'hmmmff' thing again. "Are you finished?" "Yes, thank you. It was delicious. You must compliment the chefs for me." "Do it yourself." "Oh, yes. Good idea!" I got up and walked over to the people working in behind the counter where the food was served. My guards shadowed my every move. "Excuse me? Mr. Chefs?" The workers turned and looked at me. I don't think many people speak with them, much less a pretty blonde girl. They stood there with their mouths open. "I just wanted to tell you all that you cook the best food. Thank you!" They all smiled and waved at me. I looked back at the Lieutenant who had a hand to her face and was shaking her head. "Ms. Samuels, please come with me. We'll start with a ten mile run." "Where do we get to run?" "Outside of course." "I'm not sure I've ever run that far. As a policeman I had to maintain my fitness, but we only ran on machines." She opened the door to the outside. I took in a deep breath. The outside air was wondrous. It smelled so nice. I squinted at the bright sun. "What a gorgeous day!" "Are you ready, little miss sunshine?" "Yes, but please call me Kara." The Lieutenant started running. I ran to catch up and I noticed a Jeep with guards driving behind us. "Do you get to go outside like this everyday?" "Yes!" She seemed to be getting upset with me so I decided not to ask her many more questions. I noticed she kept speeding up almost as if she was trying to make a point. I felt I could easily run faster and faster and I wasn't breathing hard at all. I noticed the weight on my chest bouncing in rhythm to my running. I pushed the tantalizing feelings aside and focused on the run. At five miles she stopped and was breathing hard. "Is that it? I'd like to run some more if I could. I've never run outside like this before. It's wonderful!" Through gasping breaths she pointed to a flag on a hill. It was perhaps a mile away. "Why... Why don't you run to that flag? Run as fast as you can, then come back. If you get tired the guards who will follow you can bring you back." "As fast as I can?" "Yes, that's what I said." "Alright. This should be fun!" I started off slow, but just felt like I could go faster and faster and so I did. The ground began to blur beneath me. It was incredibly exhilarating. The flag appeared in front of me in only moments and I felt a little disappointed. The Jeep had fallen way behind but I could see them moving quickly and bouncing around. I ran back even faster, arriving back at the Lieutenant before the Jeep could even turn around. "That was amazing! Can I run further? I feel so great!" She looked at me like I was some kind of monster which frightened me a little. "General. This is Lieutenant Harlow. We've got a problem. I need you at the mile five marker immediately." She looked me over again. "I guess I owe you an apology. Is everyone from the future as fast as you?" "Oh, no! Everyone there is just like everyone here. Something happened to me while I was in the spacecraft. I'm not sure what it was, but I like it!" The Jeep with the guards finally arrived. The men had stunned looks on their faces. I could see another Jeep coming towards us in the distance. If I concentrated, I could see every detail of the Jeep, even though it was still a few miles away. "The General is coming. He seems to be a nice man. He is bringing Lois with him too." "You can see them from here?" "Yes!" A few minutes later the Jeep pulled up and the General and Lois stepped out. Lois was dressed in a business skirt and had her long brunette hair pulled up. She was very pretty. I realized I was doing a very girlish thing by biting my lower lip as I looked at her. "What's all this about, Lieutenant? Oh, Lois, this is Kara." "We met last night and we have a date tonight." He gave Lois a questioning look. "Sir, she is not normal." "Yes, Lieutenant. I believe we've already established that." "No, sir. I mean really not normal. Ms. Samuels, run to the flag and back again. Faster this time." "Yes! Thank you!" I took off, got to the flag and ran back to them all in under thirty seconds. "I know I can run faster. It almost feels like I could fly." Lois had a huge smile on her face and the General looked pale. "Lieutenant, what would you say is the distance from here to the flag?" "At least a mile, sir." "Then Ms. Samuels was running at over one hundred miles per hour. I'm getting another headache. Ms. Samuels, do you think you could lift the front of this Jeep?" "I don't know." I walked over to the empty Jeep and put my hands under the front. I decided I better not lift very hard. The front of the Jeep lifted easily. "It seems very light to me. On one hand, I feel amazing, on the other, I'm sort of frightened." "You said you think you could fly. Do I dare ask you to try?" I thought for a moment about how I propelled myself forward as I ran. I closed my eyes and in my mind, I pictured myself pushing away from the ground. I opened my eyes and frowned. "I guess it was wishful thinking." Lois pointed at my feet and I looked down. I was hovering a few inches above the ground. "Do you mind if I try something?" "Go ahead. It's not like we could stop you anyways." I looked up into the sky and burst upwards into the air. Nothing in my life had compared to that moment. I felt free for the first time in my life. I laughed and smiled as I spun and twirled in the air feeling the wind buffet my hair. I hovered for a moment a thousand feet above them. A thought crossed my mind that I was free to do whatever I wanted. I had the power. I looked down at them standing there. I'd given them my word and I'd honor that word. I slowly descended until my feet touched the ground. "Walk with me a moment." The General took my arm in his and we started walking away from the others. "I suspect we are only just seeing the first glimpses of your capabilities. Even with what I've seen today, you could be a significant threat to the world. You could go anywhere, do anything. I'm not sure we could even stop you. I must ask you again. What are your intentions?" I stopped and looked at him. "Sir, I never want to be controlled by another person or government ever again. I can't let the future happen and as long as I have breath within me and I'll do whatever it takes to stop it from happening." He looked warily at me. "I don't believe you're my enemy. I've been treated fairly and I honor my word. I willingly put myself in your hands until you deem me worthy to be free." "The president might disagree with me, but you're free as long as you do no harm to us. I would ask that we work together to learn all that you can do and to test your limits. Our earth, our nation, needs you more than ever, even though some people might disagree. There are factions in the Middle-East..." "You're speaking about ISIS?" He looked with surprise. "Google is now my friend. Thank you for the computer. I read a lot last night. It seems like whatever I read I memorize. Something changed in my brain as well." He nodded. "Yes, ISIS. They're raping young girls, beheading our citizens, and are out of control. We have other terrorism events happening on a regular basis around the world. Our cities have a dark side of crime. I think there's much you can do if you chose to help us." I stretched out my hand and gently took his in mine in a handshake. "I saw this on Google too. I'll do what I can, General. Earth is my home and I'm a defender at heart. Uhm... the Lieutenant thinks I'm an alien now. At least I'm off the crazy list." "She said that to you?" "No, she is speaking now with Lois." "You can hear them?" "Yes, and if I concentrate, I can hear the chefs talking about making me something special for lunch. Food here is so incredible." He laughed. "I have an idea. Do you mind if borrow your dress from the spacecraft?" "I'm not sure it would fit you, but feel free." I joked with him. "What's next, besides lunch that is?" "That's the nice thing about delegation, Ms. Samuels, I surround myself with the best and the brightest for a reason. I'll ask them that question." We walked back to the others. "An alien, Lieutenant? Really?" Lois laughed and the Lieutenant stood with her mouth open. I pointed to my ears. "Sorry, I didn't mean to listen in on your conversation." "Lieutenant, I want the whole team to meet us in the conference room in fifteen minutes. We have some planning to do. Guards, you are dismissed. Ms. Samuels has said she will cooperate with us and I'm not sure you guards could stop her if she wanted ill will on us anyways. Lois, I will remind you that none of this can reach the public's attention. At least not yet. We've got to figure out the best way to ease them into the idea we have some supergirl from the future living amongst us." "Supergirl... Can I use that?" Lois winked at me. The General