Philosiphers could spend a week on this one.
By A.T.G.


        The president's butler went to awaken the president for her first
full day in office. The circumstances of the president's appointment were
strange to say the least. Her predicessor, the first elected president in ages,
just suddenly decided to resign and leave the planet under her rule.
Conjecture has it that her appointment had something to do with her age.
Specifically that she was the ageing girlfriend of the of that president and
that her appointment was a final gift to her before her inevitable passing.
        The buttler quietly oppened the door to the presidential appartment.
The first room is a lavishly decorated office. The buttler was shocked by the
sight of the headless marble bust of the prevous president. It's head was
lying on the floor beside the statue. He shook the sight off, something better
left unseen.
        The buttler was confused as to why the state of the art telepathic
computer terminal was quietly being replaced by one several hundred years it's
senior. The buttler hadn't yet had the opportuninty to try the more current
model because of its scarcity but he knew that it was far supperior to the one
being installed. Strange.
        The next door revealed the passage to the Presidential Suites.
The first room was occupied by Nora, the president's daughter. The next was
vacant and the third was occupied by the president herslef.
        A thought just occured to the buttler. The president could be dead!
Yesterday she was just as young and healthy looking as everybody else but
people die unexpectedly. That would be bad, Her aids had worked halfway
through the night to make her term a happy one.
        The president's bed was untouched. Alison was reading a text on
social science. The buttler took this moment to take a look at his new
mistress. Her long royal purple hair was held from her face by a thick metal
crown that extended from temple to temple and seemed to be a part of her
skull. It's only ornament, a large diamond like stone, sparkled in the soft
lamplight. Her glossy metal dress also seemed to be a part of her body.
It covered the back completely, rose to form a colar and went down just far
enough to cover her butt. Her booted right leg was resting against the the top
of her other boot, which extended to just above her knee. In this posture it
was revealed that the bottom of the boot was made of tire rubber. Her hands
too were metal. The overall effect was that of a
queen (or a princess).
        "Ahem."
        Alison looked up "Oh, It's morning then?" she said in a pleasant
voice.
        "Yes maddame, you are expected at breakfast."
        Alison delecately closed the book and placed it on the table. The
buttler was impressed with the grace with wich the president moved the one
hundred pound mass of her dress. She was not entirely unencumbered by the
weight but she bore it well.
        Near Nora's chamber Alison instructed the buttler "Wake her and have
her meet me at breakfast."
        'She's built like a truck!' the buttler thought As the thick boned
and powerfully muscled Alison walked to the door.
        The buttler opened Nora's door. Nora was asleep in bed. The buttler
tried not to notice how far her torso elevated the covers of her bed. They
must each have the same volume as the average person's head (dumb rhime).
"Miss Nora?"
        Nora stired but was Not quite awakened.
        "Nora?"
        Her eyes snapped open she looked startled but soon calmed down.
        "You are expected at breakast."
        "Breakfast? Oh."
        Nora pulled herself out of bed. The buttler could tell by her posture
and her easy walk that her breasts must have some sort of anti grav/inirtal
dampening device implanted in them.
        "Miss, you forgot to put your clothes on." The buttler said as Nora was
about to leave wearing only a tank top and a pair of panties.
        Nora looked confused for a moment. "What should I wear?"
        "Would you like me to pick something out for you?"
        "Yes, please do."
        The buttler went to Nora's closet. It was empty except for a pair of
shoes. "Your wardrobe must not have arived yet, I'll see if I can order some
clothes made for you." He snapped his fingers. A robot appeared. Take her
measurements. Nora was muscular too but wasn't as boney.
        When the robot was taking her leg measurements the buttler noticed
that Nora had only four toes (two big and two little). Her dirty blonde hair
hung around her shoulders.
        Fifteen minitues later a simple pair of slacks and blouse were
constructed. When Nora finally arrived at breakfast Alison was already
refusing seconds.
        The only reason why Alison ate was that she wanted to make herself
look as normal as possible. It was already appearent that the waiters had
every intention of entertaining her at breakfast for the rest of the day.
        Alison excused herself from the table and went to her office. She
sat in the big leather chair behind her desk. Robots were lifting the
statue onto a cart to be removed. "Please leave the statue where it is."
Alison instructed. The robots left with only the larger than life head with
a the stupid grin on its face. 'Why haven't my advisors arrived?' Alison
wondered. "Convine the cabinet." she ordered the robot at the door. It just
nodded as the messages were sent by radio. "So why did you set me up as
president?" she asked the robot.
        "Be patient be patient!" it said in an exasperated voice.
        "Tell that to ole' smiley there."
        "Your request has cought your advisors off guard, they should arrive
within an hour."
        Alison sighed.

        "What?! she wants to convine the cabinet! very well. I guess she just
wants to play queen for a while." The advisor said uppon recieving the order.
        Thirty minitues latter he and the other advisors were standing in the
hall outside the president's appartments. They needed to finalize the
President's schedule for the day.

        "Please admitt the advisors." Alison ordered. She could hear them
through the thick wooden door.

        The advisors, looking a bit cought off guard, filed into the room and
sat on the couch.
        "Alright, what's on my desk today?"
        "Well you are scheduled for a review of the Presidental guard this
morning and a parade to celebrate your appointment as President this
afternoon."
        "What was on Bob's schedule for today."
        The advisors seemed completely suprised at this request.
        "Come now you can tell." Alison said with a knowing grin.
        Before the aids could respond the robot at the door announced the
arrival of the Director of the Institute of Advanced Computer Logic.
        A man in a well tailored suit walked in and bowed to the president.
Alison intercepted some telepathic chatter between two of her advisors.
        'I thought I told you to cancel this appointment!'
        'I did, That ancient Centeral Godddamned Computer must have fed the
request to one of it's rats.'
        The Director began his proposal. "For centuries now our longevity
has been limited only by the slow degeneration of our biological brains.
What I propose today will completely eliminate that factor forever!"
        Alison went pale.
        "Yes, thanks to our most recient Neural technology we are now able
to transfer an entrie human conciousness into a crystal computer memory
module. The crystals would be stored in underground vaults. From there
they will have acces to everything. The person would have access to any
modified body availabe."

        "Enough!" Alison said. "That'll be enough. I would like to review the
technical and software specifications for this device.
        "Certainly." The man said and handed Alison a crystal data unit.
        "When will you be prepared to preform this procedure on the
population?"
        "Facilities are just nearing completion."
        Alison closed her purple eyes took a deep breath and opened them
again. "I need to make sure anybody who doesn't want to be crystalized
doesn't find their social opportunities severely limited. Convene the
legislature I will address them personally."
        "Um there isn't a legislature." an advisor reminded the president.
        "I know." Alison said with a grin. "Elect them, then convene them!
It would only be constitutional!"
        'I think she is using a delaying tactic.' a telepathic message read.
        'I think I was wrong in underestimateing her.'
        "The other thing I am most concerned about is that one of our alien
neighbors would try and conquor our planet by simply turning off it's
population."
        "We've already checked on that. They're as peacefull as ever. We'll
have no problems from them." answered the chief diplomat.
        "Sure?"
        "Absolutely."
        "I have much to consider, order that nobody is to see me for the rest
of the day."
        The room cleared.

        Alison walked over to the headless statue. "You chicken, You just
couldn't face it, could you?"
        A head appeared on the statue. "No, It was completely out of my
legue."
        "Damn you."
        "Why thank-you! You really have to admit that you are the perfect
person to lead people into the coming era!"
        "How sweet of you." Alsion said sarcastically.
        "You'll change your mind." the head said and vanished.

        The office of president is really just a figurehead position. Even
with a veto, Alison wouldn't be able to stop the crystalization. That doesn't
mean that she couldn't delay it for a couple of months!
        Meanwhile she'd better prgram her own computer to emulate the
connection one of these crystals would offer.

        That evening, Alison had made only moderate progress in her
programming. A robot came to the door "Jake Stevens, uppon your request."
        "Send him in."
        Jake proudly walked in the door. Appearently he had not heard about
the presidential succesion yet or had not realized who the successor was.
"Alison?"
        "Yes?"
        "What twist of fate brought you here?"
        "A very very contorted one."
        Jake struggled to hold back a grin.
        "So what's being president like?"
        "You don't want to know."
        "That bad."
        "Worse. I'm glad to hear you talking to me again."
        "It's good to see you again. What's with the dress?"
        "That damn Centeral Computer had to come and drag me out of my hole.
He put me right in the center of the park! This was the quickest thing to
change into."
        "You deserved it."
        "I know. Dinner will be served shortly, Lets go."

        Alison ate normally.
        Jake asked "Why are you eating?"
        "Appearances appearances, don't mess my appearance!"
        Jake paused to consider this request. "Alright I'll play it your
way."
        Nora seemed happay to see jake again.

        That night Alison and Jake were in bed togeather. After having sex
with his wife every saturday for almost neinty years untill she died about a
year and a quarter ago He was yet to have sex with her real body. (I've
already written the story behind that.) This was his big chance.  He was
disheartened to discover that Alison's shiny metal suit was indeed an integeral
part of her body. Alison took pity on him and decided to let him strip it off.
First the crown. It weighed about ten pounds and when it was removed it left
two metal squrares on her temples. Next came the gloves They came easily
they two weighed ten pounds each. The hands underneath them had no
fingernails.
        "Don't try and put any of that stuff on, that is if you don't want
to look one hell of a lot like me. It really would be a big mistake."
        Jake took a second look at the equipment and nodded his agreement.
        The boots came off, they weighed fifteen pounds each.
        "You're one heavy metal babe!"
        "Yep." Alison giggled.
        The body suit was already split down the front to the nonexistant
bellybutton. Now it released it's hold on Alison's flesh so that it could
be pried away. It weighed a heafty fourty pounds The body underneath was
completely hairless, and very fleshy in a muscular sort of way.
        "I'll be carefull not to hurt you but if I put too much preasure on
please say so."

        I, personally haven't had the opportuinity to bunk it out yet so this
account will be more of a scetch than an in depth analysis. If you want the
immagery, write it yourself! There is enough shit in these stories to write
a dozen others. Go for it!

        Alison was only an inch shorter than jake but she was at least ten
times as strong. (a true amazon.)
        "um Alison, I think there is another piece of that armor shoved up
well..."
        "It's just a diafraghm."
        "A diafraghm! It's hard as steel! Why would you want it anyway?"
        "I don't want to have any children with this body, far to much
responsibility. Besides we aren't genetically compatable anyway."
        "You really are an artifical woman."
        "Practically."
        "I miss your eyes."
        "Why?"
        "You used to look so god-like."

        Five points: which Star Trek epesode featured godlike people with
strange eyes?

        "Things change."
        "I would really like you to replace your eyes again."
        "I can't, This body doesn't take well to implants."
        "Oh."
        After a nice good fuck and a great night's sleep later, Alison was
back in her armor and watching the news with jake. Nora was so completely
enthralled with her computer terminal that Alison ordered that her attendance
at meals be optional (which it really was).
        Alison's advisors were happy that she seemed to be setteling down
to the role that a figurehead should play. That is untill the news broke
about the crystalization procedure and it was known that Alison was sitting
on it untill a congress was selected. Things got interesting for the palace
guards. Clashes between advocates and protestors of the crystalization were
common (this issue had people up in arms like no other).
        Alison needed this time to finish her interface program. One day
the ancient tranciever connecting her to the Centeral Computer went off line.
A diagnostic test showed that it was still functional so eather it had been
disconnected or there was something serious wrong with the Centeral Computer.
Alison was just about to signal for transportation to the Centeral Computer
when the Centeral Computer itself decided to show up as a rugged old man
wearing coveralls.
        "While I was overhauling the data transfer facility I found this
strange device." He held out a strange looking part. "I was wondering if you
knew what this was."
        "Oh that's mine." Alison said.
        "Here."
        "No you keep it. I need it connected to the core so I can keep track
of things."
        "You mean that I've been bugged all this time?"
        "No. It is more for raiding the library whenever my ship doesn't have
it. I really do need it there, now more than ever."
        "How do I reconnect it?"
        "I think I'll do it myself. Why don't you open the less sensitive
areas of the complex to the public as a museum, I'll come down to open the
place, I'll do it then."

        Several days later Alison was studying the areodynamics of paper
airplane design *and* furiously working on her program. When Jake stomped
in he looked fumed.
        "Alright, Out with it!."
        "What?"
        "What those people out there are here for. What else?"
        Alison looked over her shoulder at the people in the plaza. "They
sure seem anxious."
        "Skip the obvious, What do you think?"
        "I think it is a very serious issue."
        "So what do you think about this very serious issue Mrs. President."
        "I think it sould be taken very seriously."
        Jake would have laughed at that if he wasn't so frustrated.
        "Would you have your self converted?"
        "Fortunately that is a question I don't have to face."
        "What do you mean, everybody will have to face it after the newly
elected congress does its job!"
        "Not me. I'm incompatable with current neural interface technology.
That's why I have an old fassioned terminal, instead of an interface."
        "Ouch, sucks to be you."
        "No, it just means that I'll fill a diferent niche in the planet's
ecosystem. That of the advocate of the unconverted. That is if I can stay
in power. The Centeral Computer meant it that way."
        "That Centeral Computer is one wiely charictor!"
        "So how are *you* going to face this question?"
        "It doesn't really matter, I'm not the president."
        "Are you going to do it or snot?"
        "I think I would like to have a mind like yours."
        "Really?"
        "What could be wrong with that?"
        "Think of all the embarasing things that have ever happened to you
in your one hundred twenty two year life and multiply by four.
        "I see your point. But I'm still gonna do it."
        With that issue settled the couple sat and watched the demonstrators,
picketers, and riot police.

        Three weeks later Alison had finished her program and couldn't wait
to test it. Fortunately for the statues in the palace the Centeral Computer
Museum oppened. The railroad to the Central Computer had been replaced by
a modern magnetic monorail system (description of the approach to the Central
Computer in first volume).
        The train sild into the underwater railroad yard and pulled alongside
one of the aging platforms. A procesion of sentient robots approached the
train to greet the president. Other cars on the train held the first people
to visit the Centeral Computer by means of the Water Tunnel in more than
neinty years. The dedication ceremony of the Centeral Computer museum doubled
as the final decomissioning of the Centeral Computer itself.
        The only users of the Centeral Computer were hackers and V.R. adicts
who used it's practically limitless processing power for their own use.
According to legend the Centeral Computer is the only artificial device able
to consistantly defeat a human in a fair contest. It was siad that over the
years the computer had become sentient. To all hackers and gamers this is a
day of mourning.
        Alison's tourguide was yet another telekenetic ghost of the Centeral
Computer. The visitors followed.
        "This place really looks neglected." Alison said seeing the salt
formations on the inside of the dome.
        "This is actually one of the best preserved areas of the facility."
The computer lied.
        They arrived in the controll booth. Out the windows could be seen
vast arrays of processors, drives, and memories. The unit had already been
disconected. The only thing it was working on was a defragmentation program.

        When you think Centeral Computer think the main switching station
of Western Union. This place could easily handle milions of requests
simultaniously.

        Alison addressed the crowd via an microphone previously used to
instruct maintenence pesonel. "This day brings a close to the day of the
Centeral computer. It has faithfully and  reliably given good service to this
planet for the last four hundred yeas. Now it's time to bid it a fond
farewell." (she neglected to talk about how it almost led to the degeneration
of human civilization in the years previous to the mutant invasion). Alison
pressed the button. Throughout the bay status leds whent dark. Magnetically
suspended optical disks ground to a hault. The Centeral Computer is no more.
        "Please follow me. I would like to show you the rest of the
facility." The tourguide said.

        Ripchord, one of the world's lesser hackers, had completely forgotten
the centeral computer's demise. He was waiting for Samuri-Slasher to join him
for a game. He wasn't coming. After alot of furious pointing and clicking
Ripcord located Slasher. "Why aren't you in the arena?" He said to his
friend's icon.
        "I think you forgot, man. The Temple is locked."
        "What do you mean locked? I was just there."
        "You were just there!? It was just shut down by the president, saw
it on T.V."
        "Let me check again." Ripchord turned to his other display and called
up a system diagnostic check. The report arrived it's text would be very
dull reading but it's message was 'System On-Line'. To Slasher he said
"'motherfucker is still up! Someone must have tricked her into thinking
the financial core was the entire thing!"
        "Ye-haw!"
        "What do you think about that new president babe?"
        "Don't like purple. I wonder wheather she'll catch on?"

        The last item of the tour was a small display. it featured a pre-
autonomous robots. An autonomous robot explained how the older variety didn't
have the capacity to reason on their own and relied entirely on the Centeral
Computer's logic.
        After the tour the visitors accumulated in the mess hall for dining
before the trip to the surface. Alison and the tourguide snuck off to a level
of the complex that had not been shown on the tour. This level was crawling
with robots. Every preautonomous on the planet had been transfered to the
Centeral Computer. They were all engaged in the same activity. That of
installing the last of the new centeral computer. Alison stopped on the
old catwalk to survey the activities. The new core was incredible
architecturaly, artisticaly, and technically.
        "FTL processing?!"
        "I couldn't stand waitning years for information to arive form the
core on Alpha."
        "Where are the interface ports, I need one that is out of the way
yet has a full speed connection."
        "Certainly, right this way."
        With a little tinkering Alison was able to install the ancient
transciever into one of the data cables. She tested her new program.
The protocalls worked. Satisfied she went back to the old section of the
complex.
        During the trip back to the surface Alison heard the computer called
obsolete, decrepit, and a relic. Alison just smiled.

        The next major function of the president was the opening of the
major league baseball season. The corowd seemed more interested in the
crystalization issue than anything else at the moment. who could be
interested in anything other than baseball at a baseball game?! The crowd
seemed to be largely in favor of the transition. More to the point they
were very interested in why Alison was continuing to delay authorizing the
crystalization. This was good. Alison knew she didn't have the power to stop
it so she would just have to live with it.
        Alison was standing at the mic on the pitcher's mound. She had to
stand back from the mike so her metal suit wouldn't interfere with the
electronics. "I would like to take this opportuinity to reassure you that
I am indeed willing to approve the crystalization technology. But I need
to be assured myself that people who are unable or unwiling to use this
technology are equally protected. As I speak robots are installing facilities
for the maintenence of the crystals and the storage of bodies that are not in
use. Also buildings around the planet are being retrofitted with controll
systems compatable with the crystal's interface architecture. The congress
has almost finished the package I requested. I hope to be able to sign it
within two weeks."
        The crowd seemed to accept this and relaxed a little.
        The catcher stood behind the plate. Alison wanted to pitch him
a submarine. 'Don't want to show off.' she admonsihed herself. Instead she
threw the expected overhand throw. The game began. At the bottom of the first
inning Alison, as tradition had it, was to have the ceremonial first at bat.
Alison wanted to mail the ball to the scoreboard. The first pitch was supposed
to be a fast strike, the second a ball, and the thrid easy enough for a
T-baller. Alison grounded the first pitch to first base. The croud went
crazy.
        Alison then retired to her box to enjoy the rest of the game.
It was a fairly good game, even when the visitors threw it in the neinth.

        The advisors had a meeting that night after the game.
        "I told you she wasn't one hundred fifty!"
        "I agree, she was much too confident today. If I had her body
I would have smashed it accross the city!"
        "And would have asked to throw a decient pitch." a thrd advisor said.
        "I say that she can't be older than seventy five. Her motor controll
was much too fine for anybody above that age."
        "How could that be?"
        "Well... she could have been sucked into a wormhole neinty years ago."
        "We need to know exactly how old she is."
        "I agree, I'll schedule an examination tomorow."

        Alison was not at all eager to have her guts examined. Fortunately
her armor would protect her.
        In a comfortably warm examination room Alison sat on the end of the
examination table.
        "Madame you will have to remove your um.." the doctor vaguely
jestured to Alison's attire.
        "If you think you can remove it safely, go ahead."
        The doctor examined one of Alison's gloves. He found that he was
unable to seperate the flesh from the metal. "Hmm. How long have you been
wearing this."
        "Since about a week before I took office."
        "Please take it off." the doctor insisted.
        "Alright, I'll do it." Alison grumbled as she removed the torso of
her suit.
        "The boots too." the doctor presisted.
        "No."
        The doctor didn't insist. The doctor began an abridged examination.

        The author is NOT a female and I don't know how the examination
procedures would be affected by gender. Please correct any errors.

        Alison's eyes were responsive, and without flaw. Her hearing was
impeckable. Her nose and throat showed no signs of illness.
        Next the doctor checked Alison's heart. The valves didn't sound
right. The heart didn't sound human, nor did it sound like a mechanical
replacement. 'What the hell.' The doctor thought. "Have you had any problems
with your circulation, nausea, dizy spells, anything like that?"
        "No."
        The doctor decided that it was probably normal for her but he said
"I would like you to have your chest scanned, I don't think there is a
problem but I would like to establish a baseline anyway."

        Alison's heart is configured somewhat differently than ours. It has
a greater capacity and is slightly more reliable.

        "I'm sorry but again I must refuse, a matter of privacy."
        The doctor shrugged. He then checked that Alison had a bellybutton
she did (Her life support system was different from Nora's because of her
body's design.)
        Gynecologically Alison was fairly normal, The doctor attributed the
lack of wool to her suit. "Here's the cup, you know what to do with it."
        In the bathroom Alison replicated the necessary liquid and beamed
it from her ship into the cup. All done.
        "Now I would like to run several menatal interface
tests on you."
        Alison sat in the chair, she had to remove her crown to allow the
scanner to fit over her head.
        The doctor started the scanner. After a minitue he reviewed the
readings. "According to this you're too young to hold elected office
much less that of president!. Heck you should still be in college."
The doctor took another look at Alison. "Nah I guess it doesn't really
matter."
        "Thanks doc."
        The doctor was already back to work reviewing the readings. "What
gives! your brainwaves are very unusual. Were you genetically engineered?"
        "Yes." Alison confessed.
        "I see." The doctor took one more look at the readings and shook his
head. "Your brain is incompatable with the crystalization procedure. You
will probably live for at least several hundred more years, but you won't
be able to enjoy any of the benefits of crystalization."
        "Are you shure?" Alison said trying to appear at least interested in
being crystalized.
        "Yes. You may go now, please send Nora in after you leave."

        fifteen minitues latter Alison was summoned back to the doctor's
office. The doctor looked very grave. "I am afraid that your daughter is
a mutant."
        "¨A mutant?" Alison feined ignorance.
        "There was an outbreak about a hundred years ago or so. People's bodys
were somehow genetically rewriten. The symptoms always included a lack of
a bellybutton. The secondary symptoms included enlarged breasts, joined
second and third philanges of the foot, and pronounced muscular development, a
lack of finger and toenails. She was also unable to make water."
        Nora looked very concerned with this news. "Am I ill?" Nora asked.
        "No. Not really, well um.."
        "You'll be just fine Nora." Alison assured. "Doctor she's not a
mutant. Preform a chromozonal analysis, If she has fourty six chromazones
than she's human."
        "I am already doing that, but where did she get those symptoms?"
        "Her legs were amputated several years back, the replacement legs
aren't quite normal."
        "I noticed that her foot had been reinforced but her leg is flesh
not synthetic."
        Alison shrugged. "She had her breasts enlarged several years ago."
Alison then silenced Nora who was about to protest.
        "What about her bellybutton?"
        "She does indeed have a life support system, a more advanced version
than this suit of mine, actually."
        "I'll say! I was told that you both were eating a normal diet." The
doctor said revealing a little more than he should have.
        "We don't really have to, we are just tyring to make ourselves look
as normal as possible."
        "Don't wory about that, I'll take care of that." The doctor promised.

        At dinner that night only Jake was served food. He took great pleasure
in teasing the women about how good the steak tasted.

        When the news got out that President Alison would not be able to join
the rest of the people in being crystalized her mailbox was stuffed with an
outporing of sympathy. Meanwhile a question was raised wheather Alison would
be fit to preside over a planet of crystal entitys.

        The bill did arive on Alison's desk just as she had promised. It
contained what Alison had requested. The signing ceremony was scheduled
for the afternoon. At lunch a handwriting instructor came to make sure Alison
could write. Alison picked up the pen to write that she had no need for any
assistance but discovered to her horror that she had forgotten the skill.
        Alison re-learned quickly but painfully.

        At the signing ceremony Alison noticed that there was a rider on the
bill. The tack on declared Alison Queen of the planet, while retaining all
the powers, privelages, and responsibilities of a president. "How did this
get here?" Alison asked one of the congressmen.
        "We thought you looked so much like a queen we decided to make you
one."
        As is the tradition at such signing ceremonies were a line of ten
pens. Each designed to last precicely one stroke. Alison picked one up,
signed the document, and crushed the pen with her steel reinforced hand.
The spectators were half dismayed, and half relieved (that she signed it in
the first place).
        "This legislation will pave the way to granting the people of this
planet immortality. I will open the crystalization facilities one week from
today."
        "One week? I thought you would open them today!" Her advisor borke out.
        "I need some time to reassure myself that this is the best destany
for humanity." Alison assured him.

        In the afternoon Alison was watching a baseball game on tv. Jake
was munching on some popcorn.
        "Having second thoughts?"
        "I've made sure that the hold outs have legal protection. As 'Queen'
Its my responsibilty to actually do the protecting. Most of the political
macinery that was meant for that purpose has rotted away."
        "Don't wory. It'll be alright." Jake said.
        "I don't think so. Let me show you."
        Alison and Jake left the palace in a limo and went to the new Tower
City. The Tower City Arcology was already thirty miles tall, Plans dictated it
would reach thirty two (the maximum is fourty (on this planet). The taxi
arrived on the thrtyith floor. The foundation of the great structure was made
out of solid diamond. In the city there are several excelent observation decks.
The most popular was the one that was on the level that sat between the clud
layers. Alison and Jake went to one of the Grav Tubes.
        Grav Tubes are a hybrid of escleators and elevators. They are glass
tubes lined with forcefields, you wait untill a gap in trafic, step in
and the force field eather gently raises or lowers you, according to your
destination. Not entirely safe, but the only way to accomidate the trafic
a five milion occupant structure can generate.
        After a twenty minitue ascent Jake and Alison steped out of the
tube. The sun was nearing the horison. "The view from the restaraunt should
be breathtaking."
        "It's been years since I've been here last, Never when it's been
overcast like today. Lets go." Jake said eagerly.
        The couple walked the hoisantal mile to the restraunt.
        "Queen Alison! What a pleasant suprise. Please allow me to show you
to the finest table in the house." The waiter said eagerly.
        The table was indeed excelant. The view was awesome. (immagine it
yourself, I'm in no mood to write it today) The drinks waiter came up
"What'll be your pleasure tonight?"
        "Champeign." Jake ordered.
        "Same." Alison requested.
        The waiter nodded and left.
        "So why won't it be alright?" Jake asked.
        "For one, what would disuade someone from just jumping a body
off of the tower here."
        "The law you passed today states that anyone causing the death of
a body woud loose it's body privilages for thirty years."
        "That's not presuasive enough."
        "How so?"
        "When you think about it, life without a body would be almost better
than life with."
        "I see. So how would punishments be levied?"
        "That's my point."
        The drinks arrived. "May I take your order."
        "I would like the steak?"
        "Vegtable?"
        "Corn and potatoes."
        "Soup?"
        "Chicken."
        "And for you?"
        "I'll pass, not hungry. Why aren't you writing this down?"
        "I'm a prototype. I'm using my computer connection to relay the
order directly to the kitchen."
        "A prototype? I thought someone had preformed a lombotamy and you
had forgotten your pad."
        "Not quite, miss, After I was transfered to a crystal my frontal
lobe was replaced by a tranciever so I can controll my body from the
crystal."
        "I haven't approved the procedure yet, and testing was finished
six months ago."
        "Well.. Um.. You see, this is just application testing..."
        "Can it."
        "Yes mdamme." The waiter left quickly.
        "You see what I mean, Jake."
        "I never realized how little power the queen had."
        The drinks arived.
        "Toast." jake proposed "To the new queen and her good fortune!"
        "To me!" Alison agreed.

        Shortly into the dinner a man approached the table. "Maddame Alison,
I represent the people who are against the crystalization procedure. May
I join you?"
        "Please, I would like to hear what you have to say."
        "Thank you." the man said as he pulled up a chair. "We had almost
given up hope of presidential support when we heard that you yourself
couldn't be crystalized and decided to take a chance."
        "I don't think my support would help you much, in granting it I would
loose what little power I have."
        "We understand, if you join us that would secure the aid of those yet
undecided and those loyal to the crown. Then we should be able to close the
crystalization facilities."
        "You put that nicely, I especially liked the crown part."
        "Please Lets talk seriously."
        "Of course. You give me much to think about. Would you join us for
the evening, I was planning to do some stargazing after dinner and then
spend the night in one of the vacant appartments."
        "Last I heard, nobody was allowed on the top because that area hasn't
been preasurized yet."
        "I'll take care of that."
        The dinner was just now finished. The sun was still illuminating
the clouds, quite a sight. The trio hurried to the Grav Tubes, it took them
fourty minitues to travel the remaining twenty six miles of the arcology. In
the temporary airlock Alison said to the man from the protestors.
        "Can I trust you to keep a secret?"
        "A secret? Okay."
        Alison held out her hands, two belts with large disks attached to
them materialized. "Put these on."
        The men put the belts on and a small status bar came on.
        "That green light means that you're okay. If it turns yellow, start
heading to the airlock. You won't see it turn red, if you get my meaning."
        Alison then used one of her presidential codes to open the outer door.
        "Wow a personal atmospheric bubble! I can see why you would want to
keep this a secret!"
        "I guess you're gonna be macho woman again?"
        "Yep."
        "Again? when did she do this before."
        "She walked around an entire astaroid with just a flanel shirt."
        The man from the protestors decided to give this some thought before
saying anything.
        The group headed towards a service elevator. The top looked like your
general construction site. There were robots all around, they ignored the
truspassers because they were too buisy and they figured that anyone that
could get this high wouldn't have any trouble once here. The group walked
to the edge.
        The view was spectacular. The entire sunward face of the tower was
bathed in a briliant crimson light.
        "It must be thirty below with hundred mile-hour winds up here! I don't
feel a thing!" The lobyist said.
        "You wouln't feel the winds because the preasure at this altatude is
so low. Your shields adjust to the most areodynamic shape according to the
conditions." Alison explained.
        "The stars here are almost as good as they were on Cres!" Jake said
with glee.

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        After an hour of star and satelite watching the group went back inside
to seek lodging. Jake went to look for a data panel where he could learn
about which rooms were vacant (among just about anything else). He couldn't
find one. He walked back to the loby where Alison and the lobyist were
waiting. "Couldn't find one."
        "I think my subjects have been getting a little ahead of themselves
again."
        "I see what you mean about having no controll." The lobyist said.
        "Money is power. and there isn't any money." Alison explained. "Let's
go knock on doors untill we find a vacant room."
        After five tries a man with a scar on his foehead came out to ball
them out. "Alright Little miss princess, You may rule the dirt but the sky
is ours!. Go back into your hole!"
        Alison considered riping his lungs out. 'Nah that wouldn't affect
him any.' Alison chose a diferent tactic. "This building is in direct
violation of the law that I signed this afternoon."
        "OOh what are you gonna do, tear it down?!" the man said mocking.
        "No, I'm just gonna rectify that by making you use all of your great
technology for me!"
        The man paled.
        "Oh yes, lets go." Alison said as she gripped him by the collar with
her vice like grip.
        The man seemed a little more cooperative. He led them to a room,
opened the knobless door with a wave of his hand. The door slamed shut
behind the group. There was no way of opening the automatic door from the
inside of the room. The apartment was extremely luxurious (by today's
standards.)
        "I see that it would be most prudent to be crystalized as soon as
possible." Jake said.
        "Looser." the lobiest said.
        "Am Not."
        "Are too, you don't have any pride in what you are."
        "I'm powerless, I need to evolve."
        "If you can call this evolution..."
        "Lets just get some sleep, we'll deal with the world tomorow."
        Jake and the Lobiest went off into seperate bedrooms. Alison sat down
and watched earth's termultuous atmosphere from the window.

        I'm being too goddamn nice. I shouldn't explain all this shit and
let you try and figure this out! (when asamov spent three pages discussing
hats, I knew it was time to find a diferent book.)

        The morning came around pretty early. (the sun rose for that side of
the building about an hour and a half sooner than on the ground).
        Jake and the lobyist searched the room and could find nothing
resembeling a controll pannel. Alison just walked to the door. She sensed the
halway and to her suprise, the man that had jailed them in the room the night
before was coming down the hall to open the door for them.
        The door opened. "I'm sory that I was such a jerk last night."
        "I forgive you. I want you to do one more thing for me."
        "What?"
        "You know the phrase 'Power corrupts.'?"
        "Yes."
        "For you it should be 'Power is responsibility' Live by it."
        "I will, your majesty. That's a promise."

        That afternoon Alison was alone in her office. 'What a dilema!' Lets
see what a profesional leader would say about this. Alison pointed at a
spot across the room. A figure appeared. He was dressed in typical Greek
nightrobes. He didn't seem to be bothered much by the three thousand year
journey he had just taken. His eyes fell uppon Alison almost immediately
but his feet carryed him towards the large antique globe in the corner.
        Alison started bitching to him in greek about her troubles.
        "China, I like the sound of that." (the greek alphebet in no way
resembles the one that you are reading, this is an expression of artistic
license. Well ole Aristotle could have tought him roman charictors.)
        "China! Rome, that's what you should be woried about right now."
        "Rome! that's just a puny little punk city state, Why should a
civilized empire like mine wory about them!"
        "First you croak after crawling out of the Persian desert, then your
generals split your empire into itsy bitsy pieces. Then instead of building
the steam engine and the industrial revolution like they could have they
scrap it in favor of slavery."
        "Hey abolition was to be high on my agenda, woman!"
        "Why are we talking about your problems, mine are much more serious."
        "Well then you should give them some serious thought instead of
bugging me about them." Alexander the Great said. He crossed his arms over his
chest and dissappeared back to where he had came from.
        Alison stomped her foot in frustration and made a groweling sound with
her throat. "Geek!"
        Jake who had been evesdroping came in and said "Answers don't come
cheap."
        "Lets attend the protestor's meeting, I don't want to join them but
I'll have to placate them before I allow the crystalization to go forward."

        The lobyist showed Alison to the meeting. Jake and Nora who were
firmly for crystalization stayed at the palace. Because of Alison's rank,
she sat among the council. The chairperson was glad to see the queen in
attendance, even if not in support of the cause. The meeting came to order.
        "With the queen's support I now feel confident that we will be able
to wage a sucessfull military campeign against the crystalization technology."
        "Hold on there, I am only willing to support your cause. I cannot
endorse a war against my subjects."
        "Well then maybe we won't be so successfull."
        "There won't be a war. I'll have your people incarcerated before they
can orgainize."
        "Well at least will you let us have a riot or two?"
        "Alright, one riot. It'll have to end by tomorow morning. Nobody gets
killed, okay? It should take about that long for the presidential guard to
react with any effect."
        "Uh oh. I think we have a problem."
        "What?" Alison said wondering what the problem could be.
        "I've seen footage of ancient riots. I don't think we have the weapons
necessary to do it properly."
        "Noncense. All you need is a hardware store, some glass bottles, cloth
and some liquid fuel."
        The emotionally charged crowd had to ask directions to get to the
lumberyard which nobody had ever visited. Alison directed everybody to
take cut 2x4's.
        "What do we do with these?" they asked.
        "These are good for bashing stuff, or you could make them into torches
and really have some fun."
        "Torches?" (note: these people are well educated, but not in ancient
technology)
        "Here, just wrap some cloth around the end, dip it in a fuel, and
light it on fire."
        "How do we start a fire?"
        "Hold out the end of the torch." Alison said. She then walked up to
the torch and held out her hand below it. The air above her hand began to
glow. Then it suddenly seemed to ignite into a sphere of white hot radience.
(this in itself would make an excelant incendiary device.) The sphere was a
ball of tightly confined plazma. Alison raised her hand and the sphere. When
it touched the torch it burst into flame.
        "Cool!"
        "No Hot, very. Don't touch the flame. When other torches are made,
just touch them to this one."
        The ameture rioters quickly mastered the art. Alison took some
whacks at hovercar windows with her reinforced elbo. She was astonished at
how much fun it was to loot and destroy.
        (Kids: don't try this at home. This is only fun because this is a
fantasy world with limitless resorces.)
        By the dawn of the next day the only thing standing in the center of
town was the tower city (heavily guarded by robots at ground level).
        The weary but exhuberant rioters went home before Alison called the
Presidential Guard.
        Alison was sitting on a curb. A battered police cruiser pulled up.
        "Majesty, we were sent to pick you up and take you back to your
palace."
        "Why would you wnat to take a filthy rioter like me back to the
palace?" Alison said. She wasn't really filthy, dirt just didn't stick
to her 'dress'. It was as shiny as ever.
        "We are going to take you back to the palace." The police aserted.
        "Look, just because I'm queen doesn't mean that I have the right
to go ahead and destroy something. If it did than this planet is truly
backwards."
        The police retreated for a moment and had a think. When they returned
they told Alison that she was under arrest for rioting, and then read her
the rights.
        "That's much better." Alison said.

        Jake awoke to learn that he had been promoted to the rank of king
overnight. After hearing the news about Alison he went to her cell.
        "Hi jake." a very cheerfull Alison said from behind the ancient,
seldom used jailhouse visitation window.
        "What the hell is this 'riot' nonsence?"
        "I was just celebrating my inability to stop people from being turned
into microchips."
        "We are going to be turned into crystals, not microchips!"
        "Same thing."
        "Look I can't run a goddamn planet. You're the one with delusions of
grandure."
        "It was that Centeral Computer. All he wanted to do is show me a good
time. Let it run the planet for a change."
        "No that's not what I mean. Do you think trashing a city is fun?!"
        Alison shruged her metal reinforced sholders. "No it's just a great
way of relieving frustration." (yet not as good as victory which is the best)
        "I'm ready to grant you a full pardon if you agree to stop this
nonscence."
        "No more nonsence." Alison agreed.
        Alison was released within an hour. She decided to cancel her self
imposed one week wait and open the centers that afternoon. The ceremony
went like this:
        Snip. "You're free to get yourselves lombatomized now." Alison said
as she cut the ribon.
        Alison then went back to her palace. Into her appartment, and shut
herself in her room to sulk.

        Haven't you noticed that this entire volume of the story mirrors the
release of windows nintey five quite nicely? That wasn't its origional
pourpoise though.

        Three days later one of Alison's advisors finally talked her out
of seclusion. She still looked unhapy. She found Jake and Nora armwrestling
in Nora's bedroom. Alison walked up to Nora. "Hi jake, I need to see your
bellybutton for a minitue."
        Nora started to protest but was stoped by Jake who let out a giggle
most charictoristic of Nora.
        "Do you take me to be that dumb?"
        "No, I guess I shouldn't have expected otherwise." Nora said in a
manner charictoristic of Jake. "What do you want with my bellybutton?"
        "Just let me se it, then I'll explain."
        Nora pulled up her shirt to reveal her featureless belly. She tried
to look over her ample chest to see but found she couldn't. The skin where
the bellybutton should have been began to change into a metalic substance.
It shrunk in size to the dimensions of a playing card. Alison touched it.
The object melted into Alison's glove. "That was Nora's life support system.
I just removed it."
        "So that's why she didn't have to eat." Nora said.
        "Well now, how do you like being a pre autonomous robot?"
        "I'm not a robot!" Nora protested.
        "Yes you are to. Just like the ones that used to be run by the
Centeral Computer."
        "That old piece of junk would be lost if it ever had to controll a
human body."
        "Lets find out. Nora please drop Jake's body for a moment."
        "I shouldn't, except at a storage facility."
        "Don't wory about that, I'll take good care of the body."
        Jake slumped in his chair, comatose. "Like a pre autonomous robot
it can't function without a mind. Robot, Send a message to Centeral Computer
Core 16, Tell it to take controll of Jake's body."
        "Madame, the Centeral computer was de-actevated a month ago."
        "So, Have you sent the message."
        "The Centeral Computer has only cores numered 0 through 15."
        "Just send the goddamn message before I have you disintegrated for
disobediance."
        Jake's body poped to life again. Nora was amazed. he seemed to
be having some trouble making a coherent sound with its mouth.
        "Helo. What do you want to be called this time?"
        "Bob."
        "What do you think about this body?"
        "The motor controll is fairly week, undoubtably due to the body's
advanced age. It seems to have a sexual attraction to you and more strongly
to Nora over there."
        "So why did you make me queen."
        "I only made you president, you made yourself queen."
        "Get lost."
        The body slouched again.
        "Jake, please tell nora to come back." Alison said addressing Nora's
body.
        Jake's body poped back to life. "What did I miss."
        "Only the fact that our bodies are now only obsolete robots."
        "So, Jake, what do you think about your body?"
        "It's great. I feel more lucid now than I have for years. Fortunately
the doctors were able to reconnect the sexual areas of this brain. I know
that this body has robotic arms but I haven't been able to beat Nora yet.
How do you use them."
        "You have to double flex them, like double clicking an old mouse."
        Nora promptly slamed Jake's hand into the table. Jake let out a gasp
of pain.
        "So Nora what do you think of Jake's body."
        "It seems more agressive and it behaves strangely when I look at
Jake. It's so nice to be connected to the comptuer without being at a
terminal."
        "Have fun, I am going to check my desk."

        At her desk sat a man. "Helo, I am your new Prime Minister." The man
introduced himself.
        Alison was about to demand why but it soon became perfectly obvious.
Since Alison wasn't crystalized the people obviously wanted someone who was
to balance Alison's authority. "That's my seat. Screw." Alison said as she
jerked her thumb to the side (that jesture was block-kopied from Catch 22,
a great book). Alison took her seat. She scrutinized the man with her inocent
looking purple eyes. She tried to probe his mind but her consiousness was
jolted by the digital static in his brain. She was forced to place her
question verbally "So what do you want?"
        "I am here to govern the people. Only a crystaized person can truly
comprehend what is going on now adays."
        "I want your port number. I need to know what you are doing and
to make sure that you don't overstep your authority."
        "I'm sorry madame but that is not possible."
        "I suppose not." Alison said dryly. "Just get yourself out of my
sight."

        Over the next two weeks Alison was left with a feeling of complete
inferiority. She had little to do as Queen and she was seldom included in
Jake and Nora's activities. She felt obsolete.
        Out her window one day she saw people flying around the puffy white
clouds near the Tower city. They were moving as though they wern't even aware
of gravity's existance. She took a closer look. They were definately humans,
Assisted by anti grav units. Such units had been available for years. They had
never been used for recreational purposes before because the bulk of the
controll devices necessary to ensure safe operation would defeat the purpose
of trying to build such a device. Since each crystal is directly linked to
the planet's computers the suits can be easily controlled by thought. Alison
wondered what they would come up with next.
        She decided to get some help from somebody who was used to being
obsolete. She called her staff togeather. "I have decided to go visit the
Director of Lunar operations. Please prepare my shuttle for launch tomorow."

        The presidential shuttle had been obsolete for twenty years, since the
development of transporter technology. Why the queen would want to use it
was beyond the staff's reasoning. The shuttle was prepared as requested.

        The ship was fairly nice. (for a ship) And well equipped. Its fusion
reactor was sufficient for the round trip to the moon. Alison was the only
passenger. After a pleasant two day voyage Alison was at the Lunar colony.

        Wiliam was sitting at his desk. The flask standing near his left
hand was tainted with cyanide. He had many years ago come to the oppinion
that the only good mutant is a dead one. How a mutant came to be president
was beyond him. Lunar people are very ornery in a way. They are very
progressive. They have always been that way. Still he did have many questions
for the queen. He was looking forward to both the visit and the assasination.
The contradiction of his intentions escaped his failing intelect.
        "Queen Alison here to see you." buzzed the antique intercom.
        "Send her in."
        Queen Alison walked in. The weight of her tirm body was evident even
in the weak lunar gravity. "Please have a seat." He said as he indicated her
to the same chair that Nora had sat in many years before.
        "This chair looked beter green."
        Green! what does she mean green. As far as wiliam could remember the
chair had always been red. No It was green, Fifty years ago. "Have you been
here before? I don't recognise you."
        "No you wouldn't, I got the information from Nora Winters."
        That name hit one of Wiliam's few remaining neurons like a thunderbolt.
"So what brings you here?" he asked then added "I hope you weren't going to
order me to destroy a ship this time."
        Alison looked amused "No nothing like that. I am here just to grumble
about the fact that I am becoming obsolete."
        "Well you have come to the right place! Here, have a sliderule."
Wiliam said as he handed Alison a silver sliderule from one of his cluttered
shelves.
        "Thanks! My Pegasus should be able to tell me how to use it."
        Wiliam smiled. If he isn't carefull he might just get to liking
the queen. "How did you mannage to talk your way into becoming queen?"
        "Easy, I was forced into it."
        "Who?"
        "That blasted Centeral Computer."
        "How?"
        "He draged me into a news conferance and proclamed me president."
        "How could The Centeral Computer do that?"
        "It has it's means."
        "Why?"
        "I think it wanted to teach me some humility."
        "I think you needed it."
        "Prehaps. How's life on the moon?"
        "Boring. Since everybody turned crystal I haven't had much to do. I
feel so left out."
        "Me too."
        "Are you really one of those um.. altered people?" he asked
hesitantly.
        "You mean the mutants?"
        "Yes." he said hapy that Alison wasn't offended.
        "One of the first."
        "Are there still others."
        "Only the Centeral Computer. There may be more, I can't be certain."
        "How long has the Centeral Computer been a mutant?"
        "Since the outbreak. I melted all the other mutants togeather and
reprogramed it. Then I told it to run the planet. It has done an excelant
job so far. I stick around just to keep an eye on it."
        "I must agree. That thing hasn't made a stupid error in a long time.
Who came before you?"
        "I'm not certain. At least one, but she had herself killed."
        "Why?"
        "I don't remember. Too long ago."
        "Wait a minitue. I must be older than I think I was! I've been
counting my age from when I got this body. That memory came from at least
two hundred fifty years before thtat. I must be ancient!"
        "How old are you?"
        "I am about five hundred. I now figure this body to be about seven
hundred fifty."
        Wiliam let out a slow whisle. "A toast, to the old and the obsolete!"
He said arranging the two glasses.
        "I can't drink. My body was designed so that it wouldn't pick up any
harmfull traits. In other words Alchahol leves a horible taste in my mouth."
        "Ouch. That must suck."
        "No, It is really quite a blessing."
        "If you say so. Who designed your body anyway?"
        "I don't know. After my term as queen I'll go seek the answer."
        Wiliam filled his own glass out of the flask and the other from
the water tap at the small bar. "To the quest then."
        "Okay."
        "To The Quest!" (Clank). Just before Wiliam could bring the
poisoned liquor to his mouth alison riped it from his hand and smashed it
against the wall.
        "What did you do that for!"
        "It was poisoned."
        "Why did you save my life?"
        "Because I really hate to see humans get hurt."
        "It has been a pleasure to meet you." Wiliam said as he rose to shake
Alison's hand. She shook it gentally and left. Wiliam slouched in his chair.
He had completely underestimated the woman. Her atitudes, her morals, her
gentelness, her strength, her charm. The thought that she would prevent his
death even when he had planed her own just made him feel sick.
        He raised the antique flask in toast. "Here's one for the road."
He then drank the poison.

        Next Alison decided to visit Mars to see how the teraforming was
progressing. Traveling aboard the Presidential Shuttle was pleasant. Alison
was in her quarters after the dinner she had been forced to enjoy by the
cook. The food really was very good. Alison watched the stars slowly drift
across her porthole. She saw what looked like an escape pod jump out from
the side of the ship. When she got up to investigate she found the door to her
cabin locked. She quickly scnned the ship. The thermoneuclear reactor was
building to detonate. Alison was really stressed out. Not that there was no
escape, but there were so many choices that it was hard to select the most
fruitfull one.
        Alison made up her mind she phased out and floated through the outer
hull. She phased back in outside and a shield formed around her to protect her
from space. She created a wave in (I don't want to use sub-space here because
it sounds so lame!) in space in which carryed her behind the drifting escape
pod. Just as she had expected a ship arrived to pick up the survivors. She
had not expected the flagship of the Space Corps fleet, The S.C.S.
Constelation.
        Alison contacted the ship's computer via its data link back to Earth.
She assigned herself quarters. Moments later she was standing in her quarters.
The ship was headed to Pluto! 'What the fuck could be on Pluto!" Alison
thought to herself. She sent a probe from her ship to the distant planet.
What she found horifyed her. The crystals were developed to entrap the people
of the planet so Earth would bend to the wishes of those on Pluto! 'Greed
will never die.' Alison decided. Alison punched up the intercom and in a deep,
gruff base voice "The captain is to come at once to Queen Alison's quarters".
She had forgotten that her normally alto voice could manage such a deep note.
        When the captain arrived Alison was standing inspecting a print on the
far wall. The captain had sucessfully crossed the suprise territory and was
already deep into the anger zone. He was accompanied by half the ship's
security personel.
        "Send your freinds out." Alison ordered.
        The captain complied (Technically he is under her jurisdiction). He
had nothing to say but he wanted to know how she had come here before he shot
her.
        Alison adressed the painting "I played a great role in designing this
ship. I would really hate to have to destroy it. Is the crew involved?"
        "No we've been able to keep a lid on it with some bullshit story."
        "That's good. Who else among your officers are in on it?"
        "My first officer, ....."
        Alison closed her hand. In a room next to the ship's computer a
crystal shattered into a thousand tiny pieces. On the bridge the first
officer's body fell to the floor next to the command chair. This happened
after each person was indicated.
        The captain pulled his laser pistol out of its holster and fired it
at Alison's back. The ray burned a hole in Alison's thick purple hair. When
it struck the reflective surface of the back of her 'dress' it bounced back
and hit the captain. His wounds were mortal.
        "Well it looks as if I won't be bringing you back for trial anytime
soon." she said. He didn't have a crystal.
        When Alison stepped out into the coridor the guards snapped to
attention. She was after all their queen. "Please escort me to the bridge."
        "Certianly Majesty."

        Twenty minitues the ship was headed back to Earth at half impulse
power. A junior officer approached Alison. "Maddame, we should investiaget
the dissaperances of the senior officors. We need authorization to inspect
their crystals."
        "They were executed, their crystals were destroyed."
        "By who?"
        "Me."
        "What gives you the right?"
        "They committed high treason."
        "How did they do that?" The quite flushed and excited junior officer
said.
        "They attempted to take my life."
        "When?"
        "They caused my ship to self destruct, this ship picked up the
assasans."
        "But those people were on an ore freighter to one of the space
stations!" the officer said with exhasperation.
        "No that was the presidential liner. It's transponder may have been
altered."
        "Why would they do such a thing?"
        "Greed, power lust."
        "What could they want that they don't already have?!"
        "I don't know." Alison lied.

        Alison arived in one of the Constelation's shuttlecraft at the palace
airfield. Jake still in Nora's body came rushing out to greet Alison.
        Alison had to hold Nora's body at arm's length before it had a chance
to hug her "Please don't".
        Jake stopped. "I thought you were dead!"
        "I thought you knew me better than that."
        "But it was a bit hairy there for a while. What really happened?"
        Alison told Jake a nice big tall tale (I suck at tall tales, if you
want one, write it.)

        Later that night Alison and Nora's body (inhabited by Jake) were
sitting by the fire on an antique sofa. They were chatting about verious petty
issues. The evening was really quite pleasant. Jake reflexively began to
cuddle up to Alison.
        "Nora I'm not going to cuddle with you."
        "Why?"
        "What do you mean why? Go look at yourself in the mirror! Look, If you
want to cuddle, go get jake's body."
        "But Nora is taking it out on the town tonight."
        "Tough."
        Jake moved Nora's body out of Alison's personal space. They continued
in silence for a while. "Alison, You've changed."
        "You're the one who's all diferent."
        "No that's not what I mean. When you were Nora you were normal,
well almost. You were always a little quirky though. Now..."
        "Now?" Alison asked the other woman to explain herself.
        "You are just diferent."
        "Define diferent."
        "Well, you're the same person no doubt. Its the way you present
yourself. Before you had an air of authority about you. Now it is just more
flagrant than it was before."
        "You think me flagrant? You're the one with the identiy crisis here.
It's about time that you gave that body back to Nora."
        "She doesn't want it."
        "That's not the only reason."
        "Is this going to become a point of contention?"
        "Not if you enjoy sleeping down the hall."
        "I don't need sleep anymore. I'm really becoming alot like you."
        "Oh really?... I guess so. It really sucks to be normal again." Alison
said mournfully.
        "Does it really mean that much to you?"
        "I guess it shouldn't. It would be very jouvenile of me if it did."
        "At your age?! That's one thing you're not."
        "You'd be supprised, one of the lesser features of the design of my
body is that It is constantly adapting. You are kinda engraved in stone, yes
you can learn and everything but you remain essentially the same. I however
still am a living thing I have to change. It's the law."
        "What law?"
        "The law of survival, I have to obey it like anything else."
        "So you are always going to be juvenile."
        "In a way, that doesn't mean that I can't be wise or mature."
        To Alison's dismay she noticed that Nora had crept back into Alison's
personal space again.

        During the folowing meeting I hope you will feel free to associate
the speech with whatever charictor you should see fit, the only person I
bother to define is the speaker. How lazy of me.

        "Answers I need answers!" a man in a uniform said addressing the
people in attendance at a breifing in a room under the dome on Pluto.
        "I think she was able to escape by kicking down the door to her
compartment. She then used the transporter to beam herself onto the
Constelation."
        "No, The constelation was too far away at the time."
        "She couldn't have been in the escape pod... Unles she has the ability
to make herself invisible."
        "Look gentelmen that's not the point. The point is that we need her
out of the way. We tried, we failed, we need a new plan." the speaker said
trying to nudge things towards a more productive tone.
        "I can't believe that she could destroy those soul crystals like she
did."
        "I agree, analysis conferms. Those crystals must have been
experiencing forces in excess of six tons before they cracked."
        "Maybe her bionic gloves gave her the strength."
        "My report says she was never in that part of the ship. If she did
destroy them it must have been by remote. Hopefully she thought she got the
entire conspiricy."
        "Amen."
        The speaker griped the podium "Look, that's not the issue right now.
We need to find a way of destroying her."
        "How can you kill someone who is built like a freaking battlemech?"
one of the people said back to the speaker.
        "That's what I want you to tell me!"
        "We need to find a way to remove her armor then."
        "I've had a look at it. The thing seems completely integrated with her
flesh. If it is going to come off it will have to be by her own concent."
        "How do we get someone who has already been threatened to lay down her
only defense?"
        "I'm not sure that her suit is her only defense, but I'm willing to
work under that asumption for now."
        "She is fairly well built, Maybe we can challenge her to a pitching
contest with one of the Major league's better teams."
        "Well built? She's has more muscle than a tug."
        "Do you think she'd accept?"
        "It's worth a try."
        "So we get her out of her armor, how do you intend to kill her?"
        "We'll use the umpire, We'll put a semi-automatic pistol behind his
shield. When she is walking up to the plate for her third at bat he'll
shoot her."
        "Why would you wnat to use a clasic firearm instead of a more modern
laser or plazma device?"
        "They aren't as relyably leathal as a pistol."
        "I see."
        "What's our backup plan?"
        "We should be able to use a nurse to pump her full of KCN (potasium
cyanide) when she is taken to the hospital."
        "Groovy. Lets do it."

        Alison's advisors sat in the chairs in front of Alison's desk in her
office. "First I would like to express our relief uppon recieving the news of
your survival."
        "Can the crap please, you've wanted me to retire so a more state of
the art person could take my place."
        The advisors didn't try to argue this. "Would you like to discuss
other business?"
        "Wussup?"
        "We recieved notice that the pitchers of the Major League would like
to challenge you to a contest."
        "Tell them that they would be best advised to reconsider."
        "I don't think that would be a good idea, accepting such a contest
would hurt your public oppinion..." He was cut short by Alison's expresion.
"Would you like to make any changes to the design of your next shuttle?"
        "No, I won't be needing a shuttle."

        Of course the duel wasn't called off. The format of the contest
was very much like that of a regular game. Each pitcher is assigned a team.
they play the game. The score equals the number of strikes thrown minus the
number of runs lost. The game was like the all star game, that is it doesn't
affect eather team's standings. National league rules.
        The game was about to begin, both teams were on the field. Alison was
the home pitcher. Alison had just finished putting her uniform on. As she left
the locker room she ordered the guards to keep an eye on her "Scrap metal."
The only trace of the armor left on her were the flat silver plates behind her
ears where her crown is mounted. Her purple eyes were both cheerfull and
nervous.
        She took the mound and began her warm up. For the first time people
realized that her size wasn't just a function of her dress?. During the
warm up she didn't throw anything over fifty. Alison was really nervous.
She was standing infront of a capacity crowd with more watching remotely.
She knew that everybody was watching her. The mound seemed awful lonely.
'My computer didn't teach me about this part of it!. Just keep with the game'
she thought herself. The first batter came up to the plate. He looked just as
nervous as Alison. The catcher called for a fasty. Alison delivered an eighty,
her form was superb and her aim perfect. The batter swung and missed (not from
lack of effort). The catcher was so impressed that he systematically called
for every pitch in the book. Each was delivered with the same measure of
prefection. He then called for the impossible Mr.Yellow Submarine (this was
after all a field of green). She delivered. The anouncer was speechless.
        She took her first at bat in the bottom of the second inning. She was
debating to herself weather or not to give it her all. She decided to go for
it. She was put away in three. Ouch. She took her frustration out on the
catcher during the next inning. Each time he called for a fasty she bowled him
over with a neinty five (she didn't have enough fast twitch muscle fibres to
send it any faster.)
        Alison is by no means a slow learner. She ended this at bat by turning
a fast ball into a long ball. It went so long that some say that it continued
into orbit after punching through the fabric of the dome. Actually it was
stopped by a utility pole just outside the park. This act earned her an
ovation.
        After the sixth Alison's mannager stopped her as she was about to
leave for the mound. "Maddmae, you've pitched more than a regulation game,
I think it would be appropriate to call it a match and tally up the score."
        "The other pitcher is getting tired?"
        "Um Yes."
        "Well tell him that he can send in his relief. I'll beat their
combined scores!"
        "You're getting cockey. Watch it."
        "I'll be carefull."
        After the first warm-up pitch the catcher got up and stormed the
mound. "What the hell are you doing throwing like a south paw all of a
sudden!"
        "The next batter is a righty. Don't wory, this game isn't for the
record remember."
        "This is not about the record! Don't you want to beat the other
pitcher?"
        "He's retired." Alison said with a shrug.
        "Look I don't want you to throw the game by goofing off like this."
        "Don't wory, I won't screw things up, That much!" she said wit a grin.
        At the bottom of the seventh Alison was up again. The crowd was
estatic with antisipation. Alison did of course have a sixsixtysix batting
average. (counting the ceremonial at bat during the first game of the season.)
Alioson carried her bat in her right hand and her helmit in her left as she
walked to the plate. The umpire threw his shield to the ground and leveled
a 9mm at Alison's face. He didn't wait for a reaction. He just oppened fire.
The first shot hit right between the eyes, the second smashed her right eye,
the thrid struck her left cheek. The next two rounds struck her chest. One
round hit but didn't rupture her stomach (just below the rib cage). One round
penetrated her artoris femoris (a fatal wound in itself). The final rounds
missed the stuned woman.

        Alison's armor didn't go undisturbed. The guard you see was a klefto
who very much wanted to see what his male body would look like in polished
steel. He was very supprised by the weight of the articles. He was slightly
too tall for the suit but the gloves fit loosely on his normal hands and the
finges refused to moove. He fit his rigid hands around the crown and carefully
placed it on his head. The suit suddenly seemed to take on a life of its own.
He felt some type of energy flow through the body he was using. Before he
could figure out what was hapening he lost conection with the body and
returned to the abstract world of cyberspace.

        The crowd ghasped in horror. The umpire/assasin turned white as Alison
carefully put her hemet on the ground and deliberately walked towards the
umpire. There wasn't really any reason for him to be afraid, his soul crystal
was well protected, but the sight of somebody so wounded. He cowered in fear
as Alison's one purple eye stared him to his knees. Alison brought the bat
around with all her strength. The umpire's head split open like a watermellon.
His tranciever was still functional He wansn't able to cut contact before the
pain drove him insane.
        The catcher stood and braced Alison in his arms. She was shaking from
the areneline rush that had alowed her to preform the feat of decapitating
her assasin.
        "Are you going to be alright?"
        "Yes I think so I just need some rest and my armor, please
have it sent to the hospital."
        Within seconds a streatcher was brought out to bear Alison away.

        About an hour later the scene arrived on Pluto (light is real slow,
you know). The commitee had been taking bets weather she would fall forward
or backwards. When they saw that she didn't fall someone said "Anybody wanna
take bets on the cyanide?"

        Alison was wheeled into the emergancy room and thrown uppon the
examination table (actualy it was a hover streatcher but wheeled sounded
better). The doctor, a human remarkably, stood poised with a laser scalple
at the ready.
        "Don't operate!" Alison pleaded.
        "Look, I need to retrieve the shell."
        "No you don't."
        "Look, your life is at stake here. Just let me do my job."
        "If my life was really at stake do you think I would be arguing
with you right now?"
        The doctor paused. He sighed. "Can I at least bandage your wounds?"
He pleaded.
        "Alright. You can give me a band-aid."
        The doctor seemed much hapier uppon hearing this. After he was done
he instructed the robotic nurses to take Alison to intensive care.

        Several hours later The doctor had the scans back. "Our queen is a
mutant!" he realized. He checked her record it said that she had been
genetically altered. How about completely re-designed! The bullet that
had hit her forehead was stoped by her skull. According to the readings it
must be made of some fiberous polymer instead the normal starches in bone.
She also seemed to be equiped with ensymes that can disolve the steel shells.
The wound to her hip didn't affect her because the damaged artery just shut
itslef off and what must be an auxilary artery took over its function. "She's
one lucky woman. Lukcy that she can survive such an asault and lucky that I'm
not going to tell evrybody."

        "Told you so!"
        "Fine she's built like a battlemech but that doesn't mean that she
can take the poision!"

        Cyanide is the proverbial monkeywrench. When it enters a cell's
maceanery it simply jams the cogs and the cell dies. What a horible way to
die!

        The City hospital is really an under utilized facility in this day
and age. Aside from cosmetic alterations there is really very little
happening there. When somebody becomes sick or injured enough to be placed
in the intensive care ward that person usually opts to have a new body
manufactured. Alison is the first person in months to be assigned to the
intensive care ward.
        When visitation hours rolled around Jake (still in Nora's body) was
finally admitted into Alison's room. Just before Jake entered the room the
holovision cyrstal went dark and the lights dimed. Jake sat Nora's body down
on a chair next to Alison's bed. Jake leaned in close to Alison's face to get
a better look at Alison's bandaged face. She looked unconcious. Jake's concern
was quite evident on Nora's face.
        Alison's good eye opened, with a grin she said "Hello Jake."
        Without changing posture Jake began the sob routine, you know the one
that goes "Oh darling I was so woried..."
        "Will you please get yourSELF out of my face?" Alison said refering to
Nora's prominant chest that Jake was almost brushing against Alison's face.
        "Oh sorry."
        "You are really turning into a woman you know."
        That gave Jake pause. "I guess it doesn't really matter."
        "Hey, It matters to me." Alison corrected.
        "Alright I'll give it some thought. How are you doing?"
        "Pretty well."
        "Doesn't it hurt?"
        "Only if I try to flex one of my injured muscles." She said then
lifted her injured leg to demonstrate. This action induced a cringe which
agrivated her injured face. "Ouch. Has my heap of scrap metal arived yet?"
        "You mean your uniform?"
        "Uh-huh."
        "Let me check." Nora's face contorted as Jake read the report.
"Appearently somebody put your uniform on and now looks almost exactly
like you."
        "Where is she now?"
        "Um.. They've taken her to be examined by a doctor. I've sent for
her to be brought here."

        Moments later the steel clad woman was brought in. Her face was
almost identical to Alison's except that her hair was a perfect shade of brown
and her eyes were a sky blue. She looked so much like Ivaniva from Babalyon 5
that it was uncnay. Of course this person weighs more than twice as much as
that charictor. If I were a better writer I would probably be able to give
Alison lines just as witty as Evaniva's.. oh well. Her eyes were vacant. She
slowly walked around the room inspecting the various hospital equipments.
Suddenly she stopped. Her armor melted into her body. The metal moutings
behind Alison's ears disappeared in a similar manner. The body (now controlled
by Alison) turned to face Jake. "You know, If you wanted me to I could turn
this body back into a man and put you in it."
        "Thanks for the offer but I haven't had enough time to enjoy this
one yet."
        The unclaimed body looked dissapointed. Alison decided that it may be
usefull in the future so she lay it down on the ground. Soon metal began
to encace it. When it looked more like a recangular block of metal it was
transported to the cargo bay of Alison's ship.
        When Alison returned her attention to her own body she discovered
that the Centeral Computer had arived. "Ah Just the person I wanted to see.
Have you had any luck finding who used the umpire to shoot me?"
        "No but I'm certain that the Crystal involved was not on this planet
but in one of the orbital vehicals. 'Dunno which."
        "Man! Somebody's gotta pay."
        "I'll find him." the apparition sighed.
        Meanwhile a robotic nurse entered. It discretely removed a sample of
Alison's red blood by means of a device very similar to the one in use today.
It turned to leave. Then as if remembering something forgotten it picked a
hypersonic injector off of the cart and quickly injected Alison's arm with it.
The robot then seemed to resume it's previous progrm and left.
        "Wait, you weren't scheduled for an injeciton!" The computer realized.
        "What the hell?"
        "I think you've been poisoned!"
        Alison's face flushed with panic.
        "Calm down! You'll just speed things up if you panic!" The computer
said in a paniced voice.
        With a flash of ration Alison asked "I bet you hadn't thought of this
when you decided to make me president!"
        "No." The computer confessed. "Just hang tight I've called for a
doctor."
        "I can't feel my arm anymore!" The arm now looked much paler than
her general complexion. Suddenly there was a ripping noise and the arm fell
off leaving a hole in Alison's side. "I guess I'll be here a bit longer than
I had expected."
        The doctor rushed in.
        Alison handed him her arm. "Here go have this analysed."
        He stuttered for a moment but when he realized that Alison wasn't
bleeding or in any other immediate danger he just took the arm and left.
        "Are you sure you don't want that body?" Alison asked Jake.
        She seemed less certain than before.
        "Where is Nora?"
        "Oh he is covorting around the carribean. He's been bugging me so much
about you'r health that I've been tempted to block contact from him."
        "People have been wanting to send you mail to, but they don't know
your address." The computer added.
        Alison gave him the address of her link. There wasn't anything else
of immediate importance to talk aobut so they decided to let Alison alone to
rest.

        Giving out the adress of her link turned out to be a big mistake. Not
because of hackers or the fact that she was revealing the fact that she did
have conection to the net. (That was so mundane at this point that it didn't
warrant any scrutiny). The reason why it was a mistake was that half the
people in the civilized world decided to drop Alison a line or hundred,
EVERY DAY!!!
        Alison doesn't need any sleep because her brain is so large that it
can preform housekeeping tasks while she's awake. This means that not only
does she live a long time but she gets to use more of that time too. The
body that she just stored in the cargo bay of her ship has a relatively
normal brain and would need at least four hours of sleep per day. (but it's
structure is sufficiently diferent to prevent it from being put into a
crystal.)

        On Pluto it was decided that removing Alison was a hopless task and
they should move forward with their plan anyway. The world was governed by
a loosely defined de-facto communism. Life was so good that nobody really
cared about politics. The plan of the people on Pluto was to impose socialism.
They planned to re-activate the Centeral Computer and program it to re-program
everybody's soul crystals to the ideals of the people on pluto. (like in the
book 1984).

        It was the begining of Alison's thrid week in the hospital. She had
almost completely recovered. Her face was still scared. She was still missing
an eye, but her arm had almost completely re-grown (not perfectly). She was
reviewing the Prime minister's actions of the last week when the Centeral
Computer rushed in. "Hello what's up."
        "Somebody just sent the start up code to one of the old processors
and tried to enter an illegal program."
        "What kind of program?"
        "Judging from the code they were intending to re-write all the soul
crystals on the planet!"
        "Who sent it?"
        "It was relayed from a satelite in orbit. From there I don't know."
        "Please send for a military style uniform and an eye patch, I'm gonna
have to get back to work."
        "You sure you're ready?"
        "No but that doesn't mean that I can just sit on my butt. Please
tell my advisors to convene in my office in one hour."

        To Alison's horror she found that the mass of the bullets that had
struck her chest had been converted by her life support system into new flesh.
Her Left breast was now about a half of an inch larger than her right!
she prayed the discrepancy would be too small to notice.

        "Hello gentelmen." The boss of Pluto said to his staff. "We are most
genuinely fucked."
        "What the hell do you mean. Our plan was working perfectly!"
        "Just after we sent the program we recieved a message from the
Centeral Computer stating that it is unwilling to comply with our
instructions and that this planet has been scheduled for destruction."
        "Could it just be a hacker?"
        "Maybe, anyhow w've been found out. We must recall our ships and
prepare for a defense."
        "You mean that you intend to go to war with Earth?"
        "No I fear that Earth will soon go to war with us."
        "They haven't declared war with anybody in centries!"
        "But with this queen I think they soon will."

        Alison's advisors were nervous. They knew that her physical recovery
had gone well but they were most uncertain wheather they would be dealing
with the same woman as before.
        The door opened. In walked a most formidable looking person, the queen.
She had an air of strength around her. Her powerfull figure looked even more
impressive without the misguiding armor around it. Her one purple eye showed
more of ancient wisdom and mystic power than of youth and inocence. As she
walked to her desk the advisors could detect a slight limp. She caryed a black
rod tiped with steel and caped with a quartz ball. The significance of this
cepter did not escape the advisors.
        When she sat at the desk she began. "Yesterday this planet was
attacked by a foreign power. This act of agression threatened to end the age
freedom that we have enjoyed for so long. The persons responsible for this
action and the attempt on my life must be hunted down and destroyed."
        "Um.. Could you please translate?"
        "Sure! Some jerk on Pluto tried to take over the world yesterday by
deleting most of the knowlege stored in each of the soul crystals and thereby
turning everybody in the world into mindless idiots with one stroke. That
jerk, who also tried to kill me twice, must die."
        "I liked that better in code."
        "Convene the parlement. I would like a declaration of war against the
governing body of the planet Pluto."
        "What makes you so sure it's Pluto?"
        "I have my sources. Trust me."
        The advisors checked the databank to make sure that there were no
outposts on Pluto. There was one but it had been abandoned decades ago. If
the queen wanted to go out on a safari the queen would go on a safari.
"Alright, we should be able to get that decleration for you within a week."

        The decleration came. Alison, her advisors, and several Space Corps
admirals met in the unused war room in the palace. It was origonally intended
to plan a defense against alien attack. "I wish to conduct an offensive
campeign against whatever forces may be defending the planet Pluto. I will
require the use of every ship with offensive capabilities that is within
one week's travel of Pluto to randevou here." Alison pointed to a location
near Jupiter. "Then at sub-light speeds we will travel to pluto. This mission
will be moderately dangerous. The starship Constelation will be my flagship.
I will command the battle from there."
        "You personally?"
        "Yes, I am commander in chief you know. It's my job."
        "I expect this campeign to last two weeks. Our mission is to capture
or destroy any facilitys located on pluto. I believe battlemechs would be best
for the ground work. Please have a dropship ready for when we arrive. Any
questions?"
        "What would cause you to believe that so many ships would be
necessary?"
        "I have reason to believe that some of our ships have defected to
Pluto and may come to their defense."
        "Defections? Not among my fleet!"
        "Don't be too sure! please have a shuttle sent to to pick me up at
the palace Airstrip." Alison took one more look at the people. She could
tell that the Space Corps officers had the aditude that this was going to be
more of a parade maneauver than a military action. Alison decided to make this
a lesson for them.

        After a pleasant shuttle trip from earth Alison arrived at the
staging zone. She was pleased to see that seven starships had answered the
call. She was dismayed to learn that three of the ships sent for didn't
respond.
        The shuttle glided into the Costelation's shuttle bay. She was greeted
with the ole' red capet treatment. She insisted that the ship and the fleet
be turned over to her direct commnad (just to be safe.)
        Alison with the ship's normal (since Alison's last visit) captain
and the other bridge officers took the hyperlift. On the bridge Alison took
the chair (this act irked the captian). She could sense him cringe when she
started re-adjusting all the controlls. "Attention please. Our mission is
to eliminate the threat caused by the renegade forces on Pluto. These forces
probably have the support of at least three of our ships. We must be prepared
to take whatever action necessary to defend ourselves against this threat.
The fleet will maintain a yellow alert status. Be ready." to the tactical
officer she asked "Are all ships in formation?"
        "Yes capt'n. ready to rock."
        "Set course for Pluto and engage at 3/4 impulse."
        The engines began to rumble and the ship shot forward. Alison guessed
that she would have about six hours to cool her heels. Boredom sucked. She
knew that she had to remain at her post and ready to party untill the end
of the mission. She indulged herself with a twirl of the chair. The normal
captain gave her a glare that said "How immature." Alison took the message
sat streight and challenged her ship's computer to a game of pong.

        Several hours later Alison had graduated to Space Invaders. Alison
suddenly precieved that the tension in the room had suddenly jumped. "Speak
aloud."
        The tactical officer cleared his throat. "We have three contacts
bearing zero-one-zero, Zero Zero Five Y."
        "Identify!"
        "I'ts them."
        "Hail them!"
        "No response."
        "Red alert. Order ships one, two and three to intercept. They are to
engage and destroy if they are fired uppon."
        The comms officer was about to relay the command but was stopped by
a slilent command from the normal captain. The captain walked around the
chair and stood before Alison. "Look this has gone too far. I am not going
to allow you to endanger our ships for the gratification of one of your
stupid fantasys."
        "This is not a joke. If you countermand my authority agian I will have
you removed from the bridge." Alison ordered the comms officer to send the
message as ordered. The captain retreated for the moment.

        Weapons range is only limited to how far the ship can accurately
target. This distance is usually around fifty thousand miles.

        The Ships broke formation as commanded. Within minitues the loyal
ships closed with the renegades. The renegades fired first.
        Alison watched in horror as flashes appeared on the main screen.
On screen three (devoted to tactical) the icons representing the friendly
ships went dark. "Why weren't their shields raised?" Alison demanded.
"Protocall insists that under red alert all ships in formation are to raise
shields."
        Nobody answered. The weapon status screen showed that the
Constelation's shields were being raised.
        "Set course to intercept. Order all remaining ships to go to re
establish attack formation. Fire as soon as the enemy comes within range."
The battle was joined. It was obvious that the enemy vessles had no intention
of engaging the flagship untill the other ships in the fleet were neutralized.
(The constelation is the only ship in the fleet equipped with torpedos).
"Arm photon tbues one and two! Set firing solution for the lead ship. Set
yield at maximum! Fire when ready."
        Nothing happened.
        "Why havent we fired."
        "We have not been fired uppon."
        "If you don't fire we and the rest of the fleet will be destroyed."
        "We cannot fire unless fired uppon."
        "YOU ARE RELIEVED! GET LOST!"
        The insubordinate crewmember sat smug.
        Alison turned to the security personel stationed by the lift. "Arrest
this man for insubordination and put him in the brig!"
        The security personell acted with great efficiency. "You'll never
figure out how to use those controlls!" The gunner mocked.
        'I don't have to. I designed them' Alison thought to herself as she
took the controlls. She was pleased to find that all that was left to do was
to press the button. 3 miliseconds later the torpedo in the tube was thrst
forward. 300 miliseconds later it cleared the accelerator. 750 miliseconds
after that the torpedo struck the enemy ship's weakened shields. The force
of the explosion caused the shields to buckle. The blast smashed the ship
with such force that the structrue buckled. The fusion containment fields of
the fusion reactors shorted out. Five seconds after impact the reactors melt
down. Once the plazma interacted with the air in the engineering compartment
there was a secondary explosion that tore a hole in the outer hull. The ship
was dead in space. Later it was discovered that All the crystals on board
were destroyed in the blast. The engineer who re-designed that vessle had put
the vault next to the enginerring compartment in order to ensure a constant
power supply. The remaining ships were destroyed in similar fasion.
        The remaining ships in the friendly fleet suffered significant dammage
but were still functional. Ship six suffered decompression on decks one seven
and eight. Since no soul crystals were destroyed no casualties were reported.
        The fleet moved onto pluto without further resistance. The base
on Pluto was captured and the plot was exposed. Alison was a hero! Right?
Not at all. People were so shocked by the massive extinction of lives caused
by the destruction of the six vessles. Each and every one was blamed on
Alison. She was looked uppon as a murderer and a tyrant. Alison had failed.
The people were not without mercy though. Alison did retain her title but
lost what little influence she had in worldly affairs. Alison deserved what
she got.

        I, the author, decided that this would be a good time pop one of
Alison's baloons here. Her overbearing desire to teach the people a lesson
backfired. She had the power. All she had to do was to unleash her pet black
hole on the planet and say goodbye. No fuss, No Muss. But she Just couldn't do
it that easy. I hope she learned her lesson.
        Next Next Next? wutz next? OH That! nah that's not for another
fifteen years. This would be a great time to clear the water of any
misconceptions that you may have about Alison. Nah I think I'll hold out
untill the next story. Ouch. Lets see if I can drag this one to it's
conclusion which shouldn't be too far away. I hope.
        Computers from the beginning have cycled from huge mainframes to
networked desktops and back several times during the history of this story.
likewize big boobs have been a periodic fasion statement since the first
primitave method of enlargement in the 1960's. The cycle would begin with
a new development making biger boobs easier than ever before to get and live
with. Then, almost on que feminists would materialize and effectively put an
end to the trend. That is untill the next biger breakthrough. This time
around anybody exhibiting feminist tendancies was greatly encouraged to
trade bodies with a man.

        Alison had finally convinced a majority of the planet's population
that she wasn't a violent bloodthirsty killer. Thoes still unconvinced insist
"She ordered three ships to their distruction and then pressed the goddamn
button on the attackers when she could have just stayed in her royal little
pallace and let the Plutonians alone! What a bitch!"
        Presently she is engaged in trying to restore what power she can to
her office. She has met with a modicum of succes. To seperate her from her
military reputation she wore civilian clothes. This was a Saturday so she
was dressed down to a tee shirt, baseball cap, and bluejeans.
        Saying that it was a Saturday would be very missleading. It in fact
is barely thirty minitues since Friday ended at midnight. Alison was standing
out on her new office's balcony on the newly completed tower arcology mounted a
thousand feet above the ground. All arond were amazing silvery clouds. What
was so impressive was the fact that they were so well defined. Between them
Alison could occasionally pick out Mars and Saturn. The balcony seemed to be
sailing through the clouds as they drifted past. This sight could enrapture
Alison for the rest of the night. Nights like this made her wish that she had
her right eye back.
        Alison wasn't the only person to be enjoying the clouds that night.
Happy cloudsurfers zoomed around in their grav suits. Because few people
needed sleep life is now continues both day and night.
        If I were going to call the thing that that was the next person
appointed to see Aliosn a woman I would have too call Alison, Lady Alison.
Each of this woman's titanic bresasts had twice the diameter as Nora's
(if you work out the voulume equations you will see that this is quite a
jump). She was dressed formally. Alison saw that her breasts wer supported
by an external grav assist device. This size is about the upper limit of
breast size in this day. Alison's are at the other end of the scale. I don't
mean to say that there wasn't anyone bigger. Available on the Net were real
un-altered pictures of a woman who's breasts are so big that they reached the
floor. and so wide that they filled most of her room. Each globe was attached
to a seperate heart-lung macine (of course).
        Alison had long since grown accustomed to sights like this. "So what
brings you here?" Alison already knew from her schedule that this woman's
name was Aleshia. (Al-I-shI'-ya)
        "I want to be queen." Her desire was evident in her baby blue eyes.
        Alison's attention snapped form the clouds to her visitor. "What
makes you think you would be a better queen than me?"
        "I'm not a killer like you. Your boobs are too tiny. You're ugly
looking too." Aleshia said with contempt.
        "And your brain is too tiny. Haven't you read the little clause in the
constitution that you actually have to be a certain age to become president?"
Alison knew that Aleshia couldn't be older than twenty nine because she didn't
have the scar that comes with being put in a soul crystal.
        "That didn't stop you! according to your recrod you were a teenager
when you entered office and won't still be eligable for president for another
year!"
        "That's a violation of doctor-patient privilage!"
        "Not with the queen it isn't."
        "Here's an even better one: Position's closed." Alison said with a
smirk.
        "If you would make your breasts a more respectible size I might
reconsider."
        Alison was outraged. "This is not about boobs you stupid idiot
its about leadership. Something you don't have sis. Besides I could beat those
breasts without effort!"
        "Okay. Have it your way. If you are the great leader that you say
you are than you should be able to beat me in a general election."
        "Any day!" Alison said smugly.
        "Right now!"
        "Fine!"
        The two women walked into Alison's office and started the holographic
immiging system. Around the world broadcasts were interupted for a presidental
announcement. "Hello citizens. I'm Queen Alison. A woman named Aleshia has
made a claim on my office. She will speak to you and give her arguments in
a moment. During my tenure the planet has remained free and safe. Never before
in history have people enjoyed the abilities that are now comon. But there is
a price. It has been said that 'Vigilance is the price of freedom.' Several
years ago this planet faced its greatest threat in recient memory. Many lives
were lost in the strggle. It has become clear to me that you nolonger have
the stomach to face these threats and would prefer to hide your eyes and not
see. I now see that Its not my place to show you your responsibilities. From
now on I will take care of such matters personally and never again place
another life at risk. In such a manner I will pay the price for your freedom."
Alison stepped away from the desk confidently. (beat that miss titty.)
        Aleshia had to sit away from the desk on account of her volume.
"Hi people! I'm Aleshia. I want to be your queen. I am a nice person who would
never kill anybody. I want everybody who wants big boobs to have them. I will
make it illegal for a woman to have brests less than a foot across!..."
        such a law would have little effect. Some may obey it. but the
concept of strict legality has faded away. Alison would face little
opposition ignoring it. if she was ever confronted she could switch to
one of her masculine voices and pretend to be a man.
        'Just you TRY to do that to me!' Alison thought. te remainder of the
speech continued in a similar vein. Alison was beginning to concoct a Looser
line like EAT MY SHORTS! when the votes began rolling in. Alison nearly puked
when she saw that Aleshia had reached nine figures in the time it took Alison
to reach seven. The onehundred hours election was decided in Aleshia's favor.
        "It'l be alright I'll let you sit by my side."
        "No fucking way!"
        "Oh well." The new queen shrugged. Lets go see how the prepreations
for my corination are going.
        "I've been kicked out in less time than it took to put me in!" Alison
realized.
        "Hmm?" Aleshia asked.
        "Nothing." Alison said flatly.

        the modifications to the floor of the Great Atrium of the Tower
Arcology were already well underway when Aliosn arived on the inner balcony
which was only fifty feet above 'ground level'. Two cushioned 'Thrones' were
being constructed in the center of the park area. The similaritys to Alison's
previous experience with parks was painfull. The larger 'throne' overlooked
a sea of cushions with an unmistakable purpose. The chair itself had a brace
that came up between the legs and fastened to the back in a manner similar to
a child's safety seat. (to prevent the occupant from being pulled out during
'the process'. The seat sat only fifteen  feet above the ground sujesting that
the breasts wouldn't be any taller than that demension. It also appeared that
she was expecting each boob to be about one hundred feet across and sixty at
their widest. (real fat tits basicly) The throne obviously designated for
Alison sat off to the side about ten feet off the ground. The cussions
sujested that Aleshia had intended Alison to be fifty feet long, and thirty
wide.
        'Now I know what she meant by 'by my side' Alison grumbled to herself.
'She's crazy. No human could become that big! She'd die from hypothermia
followed by an infection!'
        "Isn't it wonderfull! We can let people crawl all over us!..."
        "Moo." Alison said.
        Aleshia didn't hear her and continued "You should start getting ready
because you are to be mounted at noon. Are you ready?"
        "Moo." Alison reiterated.
        "Come again?"
        Alison mooed again.
        "Stop being silly! what are you talking about?"
        "Cow!"
        Alison had the missfortune of standing just behind the overendowed
woman's sholder at the moment when she had made the connection and had
interprited the insult. she slapped  Alison's mouth so hard that Aliosn's left
kanine tooth was knocked from it's socket. Alison had no idea where a woman
who appeared to be on the scrawny side came up with such strength to knock
one of Alison's teeth loose. Alison scaned the woman and found that she wasn't
a human at all but a synthetic creature consisting of some organic compound
similar in nature to The T-1000 in T2: Judgement day.
        Alishia was shocked at how much dammage she had done to Alison.
(she really didn't know her own strength.) "I'm sorry. I was wrong. I guess
you are just nervous. You'll feel better after you've been pumped." Aleshia
grabbed Alison by the arm in a manner not unlike how a mother would pull an
unruley child and pulled her to her throne. Aleshia had to reshape her hand to
fit around Alison's weight-lifter's biceps Had her remove her shirt. An
assistant came up and fastened Alison in place. The queen then went to her own
place.
        Alison was completely helpless, for the moment, If she undid her
'seatbelt' (which is little different from what would be found on today's
child's safety seat.) Someone would catch her and lead her back saying that
she was just a little skittish. No. she would have to wait untill everybody
was distracted by the queen's metamorphosis.

        The crowd watched the queen. Alison watched the crowd. As Alison fell
off the edge of the crowd's awareness Alison slowly got up and moved off
to one of the side passages. Once away from the crowd she broke into a sprint
out to one of the balconys. Once there she carefully stood on the wide rail
and waited. 'I must've been doing twenty back there!' she thought to herself.
        "No you were doing eighteen and a half, I'm the author and yes, I was
clocking you."
        "Oh well."
        "You know if you really did want to go twenty you would have to
increase the proportional length of your legs. Your current legs are only
rated at eighteen." The author continued.
        "Another eight inches would make me too tall. I wouldn't be able to
fit in."
        "But your knees would work better." (It would reduce the angle
between the femur and the tibia, this angle is necessary to compensate for
the wideness of female hips).
        "Nah I'm not that athletic. If I were to take up a sport like hiking
then it would be very usefull but..."
        "Suit yourself."
        "Say would you mind telling me what that bimbo is gonna say to me when
she gets here?"
        "No-Way! I gave you a black hole, didn't I?"
        "Yes but I've been afraid to look in it since..."
        "Well there you go! The author helps those who help themselves!"
        "Oh well I guess I'll just have to wing it like everybody else..."
        "That's the spirit!"

        Now its time to pick Aleshia's head apart and see if there is
anything inside. Aleshia was never born. She is not a clone. She was created
by a mad scientist and his team several years ago. Their objective? to create
a being who is both capable and willing to have really super massive boobs.
One hundred fifty feet long and sixty feet wide each to be exact. That donesn't
say much about how she functions but that's a start. Lets tour her head for a
while... First It's not really her head that we have to tour, her mental
functions are evennly distributed throughout her volume. (whatever implications
that may have) This is what she's thinking: 'I hope Alison won't be mad at me
for hitting me like that. I never thought that I would react so severely. Now
I know why I really need to make my boobs so big. By making my boobs so big I
sacrifice myself to the general pleasure. By making everybody else happy I
make myself happy so I won't be mean to anyone. Alison is a monster! That holo
of her clubbing that person to death... It made me sick. She needs to be
blunted. Then hopefully she won't be so violent. (can't be so violent) She
seemed so afraid earlier I hope she is felling better now. What the hell she's
gone! No over there She's going down that hall. I'm already too big to go
myself... Oh thank you for offering to lend me your body for a moment.'
        This is strange. Normally you would be asking me to cut to the chace
but now I'm jumping clear over it!
        The Balcony Alison had cohsen stands on the side of the building that
is paralell to the wind. (so there is a thirty mile crosswind and every now
and then a cloud passes by and obscures the view.) Back to Aleshia's head.
'Oh my god she's gonna fall! "Alison." (alison turned) She must have been
beautifull... In this pree dawn light she still does in a way. I wonder where
she got all thoes 'hate marks.' Her boobs do have potential, Well shaped,
round and well defined niples. I wonder why she is so nervous?'
        "I Love the wind you know. It makes me feel so wonderfull to feel it
rushing by."
        "It must be fifty degrees out here! You'll freeze. Come back inside."
        Alison twirled on the railing (which was about a foot wide). "And
these clouds Aren't they wonderfull!"
        "Please don't jump!"
        "Why not? It would be alot more fun than becoming a blob."
        "NO it wouldn't come down now." 'Why is she doing this? doesn't she
want to be huge and happy like everybody else? Maybe there is so much anger in
her that I'll have to use force.. Later first I need to get her to stop being
so silly!'
        "what you don't seem to understand is that I want to have a life! I
want to dance in the wind. I want to be able to see the world and be able
to work with my own two hands."
        "But don't you want to make people happy?"
        "I'm sorry Aleshia. I really can't satay." Just then a cloud passed
by and obscured Alison. When it was gone Alison was gone.
        Aleshia ran to the edge and looked over. She could see Alison falling
towards the foundation of the structure. 'I should have made her big first.'
        Aleshia returned her atention to her normal body (that she had never
really left) She was almost a quarter of the way done. She was too preoucpied
to enjoy what she was doing.

        Alison shot towards the ground. She was maximizing her speed by
heading head first with her arms against her sides. A shield began to form
aound her as she approached the hundred fifty mark. With her one eye she
couldn't accurately tell how far the ground was but she could feel it. The
building from which she had jumped was beginning to curve outward. Alison
skimmed the surface so close that she appeared to be sliding along the
surface. Alison continued to skim in this fassion for another mile. she
had to weave herself through the citty streets below. eventually she came
to a small hill. She used it as a ramp and shot skyward. She was a free woman
again. For a job that she never really liked she was really ticked to have
it taken away in such a manner by such a person. It was time.
        A safety patroll officer came along paralell to Alison. "You are
in violation of safety codes. Use of an unauthorized hover device. Not
maintaining minimum altitude. Excessive speed. You are ordered to comply or
have your body privlages revoked for the required six months."
        "Sorry this body's mine!" Alison said then shot off at mach 1.2.

        That was alot more dificult than Alison had thought it would be. She
really was tempted to stay. But she knew it would mean her death if she stayed
so she had to leave. (that's why the Centeral Computer made her queen (see
previous volume)) It was also a politcal statement. She wanted to show that
she was against the new queen's policies.
        Flying is something Alison hadn't tried to do in centuries. (making
Nora fly in the first volume was diferent) When she was standing on the ledge
she really was afraid of the fall and had to force herself to take the dive.
        The new queen did go ahead and fulfill her promise of requiring all
women to carry breasts of at least one foot in diameter each. The language
of the proclamation was so poor that even a layman could poke holes in it,
There wasn't even a clause for enforcement! It was indeed inforced. Each body
was scheduled for an anual checkup, (almost always by a robot) If the robot
found the woman's breasts were sub-standart they were immediately brought up
to code. If the person who was using the body at the time tried to avoid the
checkup the body would simply deactivate (go comatose and send a transmition
to the nearest hospital to be picked up). There was only minimal resistance
to this act.

        One of the more interesting aspects of the culture of this future
period is the rise of the breast club. The club would live and meet in
one large room filled with gell filled pillows and the other member's
breasts. All their physical needs are facilitated by robots. Outsiders are
free to visit. The only requirement for membership is that the mass of your
tits must equel or excede the weight of the rest of your body. It was also
greatly encouraged (for safety reasons) to use then enlarger on your arms
and legs to turn them from the knees or the elbos down into harmless blobs
(usually no more than six to eight inches by whatever the length of the
appendage) to prevent the pain of stubbing one's toe or accidentally hitting
someone in the face.

        "Hello, what do we have here?" Charlie said with a cheshire grin on
his face. He was looking at a girl, wearing a GI uniform, sunglasses and a
hat. What really made him want to laugh was the way she was trying to make
herslef look tough. To him it appeared that she had used padding to make
herself look like some He-man weightlifter. 'Must be trying to pass as a man
(atleast towards the authoritys) to avoid that new regulation. I'll let it her
make a fool out of herself for a while.' he thought.
        To his supprise she came walking right up to him. "I want to join
your gang." Her voice was completely feminine, she didn't even try to disguise
it!
        He almost laughed. "Whatever for? Little Sis."
        "I wanna go cruise the country for a while."
        "Is that so? Listen up guys, Little Sis here wants to join our gang!"
The other gang members laughed.
        "Yes I do."
        "Sorry Little Sis go find some other gang!"
        "Why do you call me Little sis?" she asked out of curiosity.
        "Because you act like a little kid."
        "Because you are so big and burly like!"
        "Because you're breasts are tiny. We oughta hook you up and not turn
the switch off untill you colapse to the ground!"
        Charlie saw plainly that Little Sis was frightened by that last
comment. He was too. "Remember what happened to Mamma Bubbles?" The rowdy
bikers fell silent and looked just a little bit ashamed of themselves.
"Alright Little Sister come with me."
        The woman looked just a litte bit nervous. At the end of a half mile
walk Charlie brought Little Sis to an ancient looking barn. It looked like it
may have been painted twenty years ago. Strangely it was still intact.
Charlie threw the door open dramatically. Inside was what appeared to be a
motorcycle workshop.
        "Well here it is, your bike!" Charlie jestured to the mountain of
assorted junk. "We'll be riding in the morning, I hope to see you with us."
        Little Sister just stared blankly. The junk looked like it hadn't been
touched in at least fifty years.
        "Good Luck!" He said patting her on the back. 'Holy shit!' Her muscles
were absolutely real.

        Mamma Bubbles just showed up about ten yers ago. She was one of the
forerunners of the latest breast fad. She was accepted to the gang before she
had even the chance to ask. The gang was chilling at the bottom of this very
narrow canyon. She was doing fairly well at canyonering despite her volume.
Then came the rumbeling. Everybody knew that sound. Death was coming.
Everybody scrambled up the nearest barely climbable clifface. Mamma Bubbles
desperately scratched at the wall. She just couldn't get a good grip. The
watter came. At first it was only a small pulling at the ankle. It rose very
slowly as her desperation increased. The surge could be seen cascading off
the rocks fourty feet away. It looked like a savage tiger. Mamma bubbles
gave up and just stood there in it's path. The water hit her like the
shockwave of an explosion. The canyon shreaded her body like a food
prcessor. The fact that she had been crystalized was small consolation when
it was decided that the loss of her body was due to recklesness and her
body privlages were revoked for the next twenty five years. Charlie talks
to her from time to time to keep her spirits up. It hasn't really helped
that much.

        At around midnight that night Charlie heard someone trying to start a
motor in the shead. 'No! I better stop her before she hurts herself.'
        Little Sis was sitting on the ground poking around the bowels of the
macine that she was tryign to give life to. She had removed her hat and
sunglasses but her back was turned So Charlie couldn't get a look at her face.
Spread around her in neat concentric circles were what Chris knew to be tools.
He had little first hand knowlege of such things because that type of task was
mostly done by robots using sophisticated diagnostic equipment. She would
attach a part, pause for a moment, look around, pick up a cable, then return
to the bike to attach it.
        "Come inside and have some dinner."
        "Look it's clear you don't know what you're doing here! You frogot to
install the fuel injectors. And if you think that will hold gas you gotta be
crazy!" (he was refering to the fact that the tank was designed for petrolium
while he was thinking of natural gas.)
        Little sis shrugged.
        "You've passed, You can ride with me untill you earn your bike."
        "It isn't morning yet is it?"
        "Well no... but I'm just a little scared for your safety."
        She turned and faced him. He was thrust back by horror at the
appearance of her face. He could now clearly see her eyepatch and the scars
on her face. "Eek what happened to YOU?"
        "Long story, I'd prefer not to get into it."
        "Say! you look kinda familiar. Have I seen you before?"
        "You might have."
        "What's your real name?"
        "Alison, but I kinda like being called Little Sis."
        "Glad to make your acquaintance." He shook her greasy gloved hand.
        "Do you think you could get your hands on some motor oil? The stuff
that's in here has gone bad."
        "Give it up."
        "Say that to me tomorow."
        Charlie sighed.

        Next morning Little sis pushed her bike out into the barnyard. The
rest of the gang (travel and activitys club). Were looking at the bike. It
didn't look like much. She had obviously selected the parts that were in the
best condition instead of the ones that were the flashiest. Alison brought
the weight of her right foot down on the what Charlie thought was the break
lever. The engine cranked but didn't catch.
        "Look Sis It's time to go now I promise to get you a new bike as soon
as we reach the next town."
        Alison tried again. This time it cought and a thick cloud of black
smoke shot out the pipe. Alison reved it untill it screamed for mercy. It died
as soon as Alison let it into an idle. She pulled out a screwdriver, adjusted
a few screws, and started it again. This time it sounded better and idled just
fine.
        "Look Sis were not gonna let you ride that. It's too dangerous!"
Charlie shouted over the engine's roar.
        "Are you trying to say something about my bike?"
        "Yes, It's a piece of junk."
        Alison poped the clutch. The bike threw dirt and skidded onto the
road.
        Charlie and the rest of the gang made chace. It took his bike five
minitues to catch up with Alison who was riding at ninty five miles an hour.
"Alright You've made your point! Now slow down!" Alison eased the bike to a
stop.
        "There are things you should know Little sis. Danger! never overlook
danger. Whenever you get too cought up in going at ludicrus speeds or get
cought up in some thought or another you put yourself at risk. I'll let you
keep the bike if it'll make you happy but please don't pull any more stunts
like that!"
        Alison frowned. Alison sighed. "Alright I'll do what you say."
        "Good."

        Later in the afternoon the gang, by mutual concent, had decided to
give Alison's cycle as much space as they possibly could. Alison had already
picked up her obligatory tatoo and leather jacket. A strange biker pulled up
on a polished '57 Harley. (those bikes had been banned from the streets for
saftey reasons. Alison's was also well below code... Oh Well, Can't be a
renegade biker without breaking some rules.)
        The bike came along so silently that Alison didn't notice it until
she was hailed. "How's it hanging?"
        "As well as could be expected."
        "Would it suprise you to know that the election results were tampered
with?"
        "Not at all. I blame the author, even if it weren't a complete
fabrication he still didn't have the nerve to swing it in my favor."
        "Then he wouldn't have anything to write about!"
        "I guess so. So if you are vindicating the author then who else?"
        "It was the same people who had made Aleshia in the first place, and
for the same reason."
        "To promote the spread of big breastedness."
        "Right. You still wouldn't have won though, The vote would have been
sixty to fourty against. People just didn't like your foreign policy."
        "Oh Well. Why don't you do something to stop Aleshia from forcing all
women into carying blobs on their chests."
        "I see it as a positive influence. People should abandon the idea of
clinging to their archaic fleash. I've been promoting the use of robotic
bodies. They are much more efficient and easier to repair. They are becoming
quite popular you know."
        Alison just glared at him.
        "Sorry, Alison."
        "I guess it's the times."
        "Yes, they are a changing. Did you know that Jake's body died several
days ago?"
        "What does Nora's new body look like?"
        "She has ordered a randomly selected one of the new robotic bodys
Currently she is back in her origional body."
        "Were is that?"
        "It is currently a member of one of the breast clubs in the Tower
City."
        "Nora must hate it there."
        "She does. I can't see why people would do such a thing to themselves.
In a couple of years, yes, but Now it is just horrible!"
        "In a couple of years?"
        "Oh, I've been monitroing the progress of another research group,
similar to the one that produced Aleshia, They are working to produce a life
support system that will provide for a person's biological needs."
        "Do you have any good news for me?"
        The Centeral Computer's silence answered for him.

        Time went by. Alison became a valued member of the gang. She seemed
to take her happiness directly from life itself and being with the gang.
        One time the gang was doing a little spelunking when Jack broke his
leg Alison was able to heal the wound just by resting her hand on it and
sayign a some magic (nonsense) words. This earned her a favorable mention on
the news link.
        One night when the gang was off getting laid. Alison was in the bar
when this man came up to her and started teasing her about her tiny (but well
proportioned) breasts.
        "So what, It's my business."
        "You shouldn't disobey your queen you know."
        "You can tell your queen to go blow herself."
        That remark earned her a broken nose. She was up against three giants
each about Six seven and three hundred. The men were dazzled by the speed and
skill of her response. It was only with the strength of all three of them
working togeather Little Sister was decked. Ouch.
        They took her to the hospital. Ouch Ouch. She was examined by a robot
Ouch Ouch Ouch. Diagnosis: Black eye, broken nose, sub standard breasts. Just
to ammuse herself Alison let the robot try to use the hospital's breast
enlarger on her. The robot switched it on. Nothing happened. An error message
appeared on the console. INCONPATABLE GENETIC SEQUENCE (the same message you
would get if you tried it on a dog.) The robot then had her preped for
surgery. (lets do it the old fasioned way now.) When Alison was asked about
alergys she cheerfully told the staff that she was alergic to implants. The
robots held a meeting. During which various options such as fat transplant
and the like were discussed. Later it was decided that Alison should be
placed in quarentine untill her condition could be improved.
        Alison simply beamed herself back to the bar to wait for the gang
to finish so she could get back on the road.

        During the next decade Alison had the time of her life. She had more
fun than she had thought possible. Presently the gang was riding through
the Austrailian outback under a waxing gibbous moon. It was terrific! Nothing
could be more perfect. When it would become too dark to ride they were
planning to have a campout and chew the fat untill morning.
        Alison pulled up the news link to see wheather anything was happening.
As fate would have it there was. The queen was ill. Not just ill, terminally
diseased! The fluid that made up the fleash of her right breast was begining
to solidify (for no appearent reason) like a cancer. The doctors were doing
all they could for her but they could do very little for someone with a
physiology such as Aleshia's (Too bad).
        Jack turned to Alison. "I'm recieving a message from the Queen's
doctors. They are trying to find you to ask you to come and heal the queen."
        "Hey, I only fixed your busted leg!"
        "They are ready to try anything at this point, even phsychic
healers."
        "I didn't think it was that bad."
        "What do you mean you didn't think? How did you know about it before
I even told you?"
        "Just because I'm not crystalized doesn't mean that I don't have a
connection."
        "Oh, Do you think you can help her?"
        "A witch doctor like myself has no business helping people who are
really in trouble. I've never taken a real medical course in my life, and I
haven't even been asked directly to go take a look at her yet. Feel free to
tell them where we are so they can find me. But I'm not going out of my way
to help them."
        Jack let the issue rest.

        As you can immagine Alison is quite possibly the most elusive person
on the planet at the moment. She knew her services would soon be asked for
so she sent an invisible probe to preform a complete scan of the queen.

        Two days later A pair of guys in black suits and mirrored sunglasses
entered the bar where Alison was hanging out. If one of the bar patrons
queried the ID transponder he/she would recieve "GUY #1, GUY #2" respectively.
The two unidentified sat on eather side of Alison.
        These two guys were most definitely twins, cloned from the same
pattern. The one on the left began. "Are you the person known as Little
Sister or Sister Healer?"
        "Yeah so what of it."
        "Are you aware of the current situation?"
        "Vaguely."
        "Do you think you can help?"
        "I'll do a little more thinking when you place the complete technical
specifications for the body of our reigning monarch in the Centeral Computer's
meidcal database. Name it 'Artificial Sentient Lifeform'."
        "But..."
        "Do It."
        The information was transfered. Alison's comptuer, and the Centeral
computer began crunching the data as it arrived.
        "That's better."
        The men wondered how this strange woman who they knew not to be
crystalized could know that they had just ordered the data transmitted, and
more importantly how she knew they had access to the data in the first place.
        "Now I want you to publicly apologise for tampering with the
one hundred hours election and publish the real numbers."
        "It wouldn't change the result."
        "You need to do it anyway, out of principal."
        "But if we do that the queen will lose supprot!"
        "Oh well." Alison started to walk away.
        "Alright Alright We'll do it!"
        "That's better. Congratulations you have just increased the Queen's
chances of survival from a snowball's chance in hell to the odds of the
Indians winning the pennant."
        "Great, We'll arrange to have you transported to the Tower City
immediately."
        "Who said I was going anywere?"
        "Well..."
        "I'm a witch doctor remember. I don't necessarily have to be in the
vicinity of my patient. With her I would prefer not to."
        "We have just one more thing to do before we go."
        "Yes?"
        "We want to know what your real name is."
        "I'm Alison, renegade biker, and withch doctor." She streightened her
posture and showed her missing teeth, crooked nose, scared face, and eyepatch.
        'Ugh, and what small breasts too!' #1 thought to #2.
        'Remember, she's the only one who may even be remotely able to help
the queen at the moment. In her good days she probably was very good
looking.'
        'It's hard to immagine. I think she may even be a pre-modification
human, look at the age marks on her face.'
        'In her good days she probably didn't look all that much diferent from
the former queen...'. "Are you who I think you are?"
        "You mean the former queen?"
        "Yes."
        "So, what of it? I'm not queen anymore."
        That remark cought the attention of Charlie and the gang. "You mean
that we have been riding with a queen?"
        "Ex Ex! I'm not a queen anymore, remember."
        "But we were told that you had jumped off of a balcony!"
        "They never said that I hit the ground did they?"
        "No, I guess not... Why would an Ex-queen like you want to hang out
with us?"
        "It's fun, I love doing it. Can you think of a better reason?"
        "No."
        "There you go."
        The two guys saw their mission was accomplished and left.

        Alison took a vacant room in a nearby lodging facilty, Instructed
the gang that she was not to be distrubed.
        She lay down on the bed. (although nobody needed sleep everybody
needs at least an hour and a half a day of rest and meditation.)
        An immage of the planet appeared in her mind.  She could see any part
of it she wished just by turning her attention to it. All of her powers come
from her 'belly' which has resided on her ship for a very damn long time.
She turned her attention to the Tower City. She selected an empty corridor
for her enterance.
        Alison appeared in the Tower City. She walked towards her patient. She
concidered wearing a witche's costume but decided that the outfit that she had
worn the last time she was here would be more appropriate. When Alison stepped
into the Great Atrium people keept their distances. They weren't used to
seeing someone with scars such as Alsion's.
        The normal method of addressing the queen is to just climb up onto
one of her gigantic breasts, sit down and have a chat. Alsion stood on the
platform overlooking Aleshia's cleavage.

        To say that Aleshia was not in pain would be like saying that a given
person wouldn't notice a broken arm. Yet Aleshia's first thought's about
seeing her former queen went like this 'Alison? She wasn't killed!' "I'm so
happy to see that you aren't dead Alison. I didn't know you were a doctor
though."
        "Witch doctor! I deal in potions and charms, not medicine!"
        'I'm gonna have to make sure she is boobed this time.' "Do you think
you can meke me better?"
        "Let me see... Hmmm." Alison said in an exagerated way. Her right
eye darted over to Aleshia's face, grin crossed her face. "Well queenie baby
your problem is that the guys who designed you were sooo eager to see your
boobs that they gave little thought to your long term survival."
        Aleshia's face lit up just as a normal girl's would if you told her
that you thought her pretty.
        "Drink this!" Alison said pulling a small old fassioned medicine
bottle out of her pocket. The sole purpose of the liquid inside was to taste
bitter.
        "EEEWWW this is awfull."
        "Well if you want I could get her magesty a teaspoon of shuggar?
It's what makes the medicine go down in a delightfull way!"
        Aleshia drank the liquid without delution.
        Alison relayed her computer's solution to Aleshia's design flaw into
her nanogenetic memory. It would take about a week for the tumor to dissappear
permenantly. Also she moderated the chronic boobloving trait pattern in the
nanogenetic code but didn't transmit the change to Aleshia.
        "I don't feel any better."
        "Good, You'll just have to wait for it to take effect. Now if you
would please excuse me, I have to change the oil on my motorcycle."
        As Alison started back down the ramp to the floor she was confronted
by an army of robots. The robots moved in swiftly and decisivly.
        Five minitues latter Alison was back where Aleshia wanted her.
        To Alesha's supprise and pleasure Alison didn't argue much. It was
after all in her best interests. The breast enlarger worked superbly.
(Aleshia had never given any thought to blood flow and gravity issues.)
        'This is wonderfull' Aleshia beamed. 'It feels great to have her
at my side.' "Aren't you happy that you're big now?!" Aleshia had to shout
over the distance between the two women.
        Alison pulled her eyepatch off revealing a second purple eye. She
gave her mass a shake. "If you say so..." Alison said in a monotone voice.
        "Hey cheer up! You can have anything you want now."
        Alison didn't respond. She pulled her cheeks away from her teeth with
her thick fingers.
        "Hey stop that!" Aleshia giggled. Alison was clicking her flawless
jaws togeather. "I'll do you one better!" Aleshia began imitating Alison
She reasigned some of the matter from her breasts to her teeth (temporarily).
Her teeth grew to be almost one inch wide each. Then they became pointed and
she pretended to be some sort of stroybook monster. "This is fun! I love
having you around." 'Yes this has definitely done her a world of good.'
        "I wish I was really able to do that, I can only pretend because
YOU KNOCKED MY GODDAMN TOOTH CLEAN OUT OF MY HEAD SHORTLY AFTER WE FIRST
MET!!" The voice was inhumanly powerfull. It's sheer voulme, on a par with
an air-raid siren was powerfull enough to reverberate in the enormous chamber.
        Aleshia was horrified. Never in her wildest dreams could she imagine
such furry coming from someone so gifted. She returned her gase to Alison's
throne to find her gone. Suddenly a pair of feminine hands covered her eyes.
        "Peek-A-Boo! Guess whoo!"
        "Alison?!"
        "Who else?" said a rather thin woman lying on one of Aleshia's
breasts. Her purple hair was done up in curils. She was supporting her chin
with her hands and was lazily swinging a booted foot behind her. She looked
like a fairy. A very good description for the twinkle in her eye and aura of
pure sweet magic.
        "How the heck did you do that?"
        "Do what, I'm full of supprises." Alison giggled. "In fact..." her
leg dissappeared. "It wouln't" the other leg dissappeared. "Suprise me..."
more of her vanished. "To discover..." She was reduced to a torso and head
"That I..." The nose faded away. "Was Never," Her hair left. "Really..."
her body and Ears were erased. "Altogeather..." her eyes popped out. "Here."
        Now all that was left was a big beaming ear to nonexistant ear smile.
"Ta Ta for now!"
        Aleshia was speechless. It would take her about a week to digest what
has just happened to her.

        Good ole Little Sis pranced triumphiantly out of her motel room.
"Thanks author that was fun."
        "My pleasure." The author responds.
        "Just one question though."
        "What's on your mind?"
        "You said something about my species not being able to survive in the
wild a while back, what did you mean?"
        "I meant that there is very little impitus for you to better yourself.
The design of your body was based on the neanderthals. A race of your species
probably would meet the same fate."
        "Hey, I'm not a neanderthal!"
        "They had big brains in big bodies, just like you."
        "That's comforting. But how does that tie in?"
        "You see that your body would be comfortable in almost any situation.
You would be just as happy living in a cave as in a mansion. There would be
little inspiring you to build mansions. Because each member in a population
of your species is so independant that you would have little reason to work
for each other."
        "But I can't stand to be alone. I love doing stuff with other people."
        "That is just a lame attempt to counter this situation."
        "How would that give humans an advantage?"
        "While the humans are seeking to build mansions and hot tubs they are
also devloping technologies and systems that vastly extend their individual
and collective capabilities."
        "Is that why Wiliam was so willing to help me destroy that ship way
back then?"
        "Precicely."
        "I was just trying to prevent people from getting into something that
they weren't ready for..."

        Alison needed to have a little chat with Charlie but he started
first.
        "Nice Job with the queen there, couldn't have done better myself!"
        "Oh, What is she doing now?"
        "She's still in shock. I suspect that she'll send a whole army out to
search for you when she comes to."
        "That sounds about right, but I don't think it'll happen."
        "Why not?"
        "Feminine intuition. Sure was fun though. I do need to talk with you
about something."
        "Yes, What's on your mind?"
        "You see I'm getting pretty old now."
        "Hugh?"
        "Yes, Look at my face."
        "My gosh, You do look old! Can't you use your medicne to cure
 yourself?"
        Alison looked like a woman of about fourty. The sun and wind that
she'd been riding through for the last thirteen or so years hadn't helped
much. "No. I want to make sure that when I die I am burried not creamated as
is the custom these days."
        "A burial would be fairly hard to arrange these days."
        "I know, but in my case it should be fairly simple. You see because I
am a former leader it should be possible to get preferential treatment in this
respect."
        "More importantly there mustn't be an autopsy."
        "That shouldn't be a problem."
        Charlie looked pained. "How soon?"
        "Another year maybe two."
        Charlie didn't say much the rest of the day.

        It happened in Ohio. Alison was riding along when she began to feel
that farmiliar tired feeling. She knew that it was happening she reved her
motorcycle to catch up to Charlie and gave him the stop signal.
        "Wussup?"
        "Feelin tired." Alison said as she lay herself down on the gras beside
the road.
        "Tired?... NO YOU ARE NOT GOING TO GO TO SLEEP, YOU ARE GONNA FIGHT
IT."
        "No use..."
        "But I want you to be with us, It was fun, wasn't it."
        Alison smiled weekly. "That's why It has to end. People have to move
on you know."
        "I don't think I've made myself clear yet. You're not going anywere."
        Alison had already closed her eyes and didn't respond.
        "Pussy! Wimp! Coward (moo)! Bitch! Dumbass! Shithead! Whore!"
        Alison didn't even twitch.
        Charlie waited, the rest of the gang just stood around and didn't
say anything. An ambulance arrived wihtin ten minitues to take Alison's body
to the funeral home (she would be their first cliant in years!). They hapily
stuffed her into a (stiff) suit and put her on display.
        The gang was supprised to see that there were three people in addition
to themselves at the funeral The frist was a generic female body (a rental body
from the town's storage facility.) It's name was jake (not too unusual in this
day and age). The second was a normal looking man named Nora. The third, a
man, had no name transponder. When he looked at the body in the cofin he said
"Been a little rough this time around Little Sis?".
        Charlie decided to say a few words now because the gang had to move on
tomow. "Of all the people in the people in the universe she was among the
happiest. I have never seen someone so dedicated not to pleasure but to having
an honest to god good time than our departed comrade."
        Nora looed sad and contemplative. She (inside this person is still a
she, exciled from her gender by this craze with boobs) was wondering what
would happen to Alison's ship in one of the Centeral Computer's loading bays.
What death was like for a 'normal' person. Emotionally she did miss her and
mourned her passing. Suppose it had to happen sometime...
        Jake seemed angry. She was angry that Alison with all her
'adaptability' couldn't stand to live with the 'new' Jake. But while things
were good, they were good. Perhaps this could be another ruse like last time
perhaps there is another woman named Martha somewhere out there who by mistic
strings is controling Alison like a marionette. Not this time.
        Aleshia, who had grabbed a body from the storage facility to attend,
tried to look At Alison's body but could barely see over her chest. She was
mad that Alison had died before she could know the benefits of big boobs. The
picture she had in her mind of Alison was that gleefull little fairy that had
tircked her so badly. If only she could have seen Alison's time hammered body.
        Two weeks later found Alison intured in a mosoleum. In a coffin labled
Little Sister, former queen of the world. Alison awoke. She felt more sore
than usual. She wondered wheather being dead was good bad or ugly. "Ugly."
her voice rasped. But enjoyable. She could get used to this... Nah. I wonder
what it says about me on the inscription.
        "Alison The woman who could never be happy in this life"
        Alison almost laughed but didn't want to arouse the suspicans of the
visitors to the tomb. She quietly beamed herself onto her ship. Eeek I must
really be a stif! Nobody dresses like this! Alison pulled the funeral clothes
off and the outermost layer of skin. Underneath she had the skin of a teenager.
She left the trasporter room naked, walked forward to her quarters. Outside
A tour was arriving (the computer had thought it ammusing to show off Alison's
ship). From the loading docks The view through the forward slanting windows
was quite revealing.
        "Opaque!" Alison ordered. The windows instantly became a milky white.
        She pulled a black captain's uniform and hat out of her bottomless
wardrobe cabinet. These uniforms had been designed by the space corps as a
prop during the ship's museum phase. From one of the dining booths on the
upper deck of the ship Alison could see the vaulted celing of the loading
dock. It was fairly good looking for a facility of it's type. She sat
comfortably and just looked out the widnow for a while.
        Nora would almost certainly jump at the chance to beome a woman again
and without having to lug the juggs.
        "Hi Nora!" Alison sent to Nora's cyrstal.
        "Who's there?" A slightly startled Nora answered.
        "Me, Alison."
        "You're dead, pushing the daisies, didn't you know that?"
        "No, I must be very, very stupid. I was planing to leave this dustball
in a few days to go see the universe. I am wondering weather I could coerse
you to come with."
        "I wish I could but I can't even go as far as the moon. Crystals don't
have that long a range you know."
        "You know that person who took my suit all those years ago?"
        "Yes?"
        "It is still down in the hold. All I've gotta do is brush the dust off
and its all yours, if you give the word that is."
        "Coppy me?"
        "Don't wory, It will be just like being copied into the crystal in the
first palce."
        "Only if you promise not to make me have big breasts again."
        "Don't wory, nothing like that will ever happen to you."
        "Okay if you say so."

        Three hours later Nora had been successfully coppied into the spare
body. She loved it. Alison drafted her in her crew, gave her an officer's
uniform and assigned her to the helm.
        Next Alison would have to deal with Jake (sigh).
        Jake had become quite a celebrity in the fifty thousand foot breast
club (fifty thousand feet in elevation in the Tower City that is). She had
attained her notroiety from the fact that her breasts were equipped with some
alien device that allowed them to grow almost indefinitely without external
life support or grav assist beyond that they were more shapely than any
other in the club. Not only that it was discovered that they could metabolise
anything that was implanted in them as well. For the club's greater enjoyent A
woman's body was grafted (at the pussy) so that she was prepetually humping
one of Jake's bloated ten foot spheroid breasts. Jake in turn was straddling
another huge boob. Thus it went. Jake didn't have a life she had an orgy.
        "Quit complaining about that Alison woman will you. She wasn't even
worth the time of day!"
        "But she loved me so much. I wish she was still here."
        "Look buster you spat in her face by going down this road, It's your
loss, If you want to go looking for her you can get another body and go
look for her. If you decide to go, by the way, please give me next dibs on
your body!"
        "Don't wory, I'm not going anywere."
        Anohter woman boobed (as apposed to butted) in "Your woman didn't die
she left!"
        "She died I tell you I attended her funeral!"
        "But you didn't see the body did you?"
        "No, Rental bodys don't come small these days!" Jake complained.
        "See."
        "She's dead! She was more than twice your age when she died. That's
the last I'll hear of it." Jake threw her head up and went off into a snit.
        Suddenly a bolt of lightning exploded into the room nearby. It began
to take on human form. Alison was dressed in a metal studded black suit.
St.Elmo's fire danced between the spikes and iluminated the purple eyes.
Alison looked like one angry god. She glowed with energy. In a voice Ra (from
Stargate) would be proud of she began. "I left. You are a pathetic worthles
hedonite. I will have nothing to do with you. "
        "Hey Alison, I was wondering if you would build a breastworld?"
        "What?" (are you crazy?)
        "I mean you could build a structure on Phobos for example, you could
build a whole town with shops and restraunts.. All around yourself, You are
such a beautifull person you know, You could make yourself into the core
of a huge boob complex. Form your core you could send off parts of your
scrumptious fleash. One part of you you could devote to boobs, another you
could devote to butts and have people stuck on to you so only the butt sticks
out..."
        During Jake's sudjestion Alison's mind began to wander. The first
immage that crossed her mind was the Tower city being vaporized by a ball
of neuclear plazma.
        Atomic bombs aren't Alison's Style. She would be more creative. She
would program all Soul Crystals on Row A to speek latin, Row B to speak
German, and row C to speek Chinese. "Welcome to the Tower of Babel." would
read the sign at the main enterance. I'm supprised nobody else in this crumy
story hasn't thought to do that yet.
        "Dream on jerk." Alison and phazed out.

        Two days later Alison's ship was clearing the edge of the polar ice
cap. Nora and Alison were standing incide what seemed to be a glass sphere,
the ships' bridge. Nora pulled the pitch/yaw lever back and the ship began
to rise to the surface. Nora then nudged the throttle lever forward. The ship
began to pick up speed. Within moments it burst from the surface and pulled
itself into the sky.
        "Nice job Nora. I will controll the ascent phase." Alison said. The
ship shot southwards. Within minitues the Tower City arcology appeared on the
horizon. The ship pulled vertical as it approached. The huge main engine
accelerated the ship up the side of the structure. People were startled when
something that could only be a spaceship flashed by the their respective
windows folowed by a sonic boom. The flames shone white.

        Fifty hours later the ship was well on its way out of the solar
system. Alison had ordered her computer to plot a coruse to someplace a
hudred parsecs from here. She was exiting the solar system as was customary
for someone who had an untested warp propulsion system (like Alison's) In
the five or so hundred years since she had built the ship she had never used
the warp nicels. She had taken it out of the system before using her own
prodigous telekenesis but she had never used the ship's own engines. This is
a big day for the ship.
        Alison felt strangely at home behind the wheel of the ship. Almost
a nostalgic feeling but she couldn't place her finger on the memory.
        "All stations secure for warp speed!"
        "Awaiting your command." Nora said with an eager smile. Her hand
gripped the throttle lever.
        "Engage!"

        The newly completed dreadnought class SCS Star Union observed a
release of energy on the par with the detonation of a supernova. Only the
ship's outstanding structural strength that held the it in one piece.
        "Report!" The captain ordered.
        "I don't know what to make of it sir. It appears to be a high energy
gravition wave. I am detecting a null mass reading consistant with a
semimassive black hole."
        "Will this affect earth?"
        "Yes sir, When the shockwave hits the planet will be destroyed."
        "Can we stop it."
        "No sir, We don't have enough power."
        "Where did this black hole come from?"
        "There is a possibility that it was being used by the other ship as
a power source."
        "A power source? How can that be? Can we harnes it to stop the
shockwave?"
        "I'll get on it sir."

        Alison felt like she was falling. That and the fact that something
had just gone horribly wrong were the only things she knew. It felt almost
good. Within seconds she would be nothing at all. She immagined her mind
expanding to fill all space. After an unknown time she was once in controll
of her facultys. She didn't exist. She had no existance. She was void. Soon
facts started flooding into that void. Like the name of the capitol of North
Dakota. After a short time she was aware of the fact that she was a god, no
she was not just a god (like Q) she was the God she knew everything, Saw
everything in the entire universe in perfect detail, she could preform the
most prodigous feat of strength, logic, power, with practically no effort at
all. There was no limit on her imagination or her abilitys to fulfill the
whims of her imagination (kinda like the author in a way, Whatever he thinks
he can write. Limited, yes, but still very rewarding).
        Alison wanted Nora to live. There was really very little point in
wanting Nora to live. In fact Nora was fairly happy being completely wiped from
existance. (I'm not saying that Nora is a god too but that she simply doesn't
exist anymore.) Alison would just have to move her to a diferent place in
existance a second before the ship tore itself apart. Nora is an artifical
person inhabiting a cloned body which was never meant to live more than a year
or so. It was Alison's fault that she even exists. To keep time continuous she
would replace Nora with an artificial Nora. She is about to sacrifice her
godhood for Nora the Artificial Clone's survival.

        ....."Engage!"
        "Um captain, I didn't quite get that.
        Something was wrong. Nora was now almost identical to Alison (except
Nora will be needing some sleep in about six hours). She would never miss
something like that. Something was wrong. Alison checked the warp equations.
They were all fucked up. The left Nicel hadn't even been started up (something
Alison should have gotten out of the way more than thirty years ago.) And
Neither was properly adjusted for the containment field. The Black hole would
have eaten the ship! Thak God! It would take Alison twelve hours to
recalculate the warp field. "Nora break out the asprin, I think I'm gonna have
a headache."
        "Asprin?"
        "Nothing No...." BEEP BEEP BEEP screamed the proximity alarm.


        Paradoxes are strange things you know. Alison becomes God, her first
action is to disrupt the process that had caused her to become God. Dumb?
Maybe not! She's God remember? that means that she's immortal! right? I say
what happens next is that she helps guide and shape normal Alison's life and
makes everything work out right. (I, the author, can retire now.) Normal
Alison would always have the security of knowing someting greater than
herself (she would never know exactly what) was watching over her life (like
Big Brother) and keeping her safe.
        What happened to the real Nora? Someone with a crystal ball please
write me that. I would myself but mine is shot!
        Have you seen Star Trek TNG: All Good Things...? The future Enterprise
is a dreadnought. Oh yes!

        The Star Union was closing with it's adversary. "That ancient piece of
junk has finally met it's match!" The captain announced proudly.
        The crew grinned.
        "Alright you motherfucks you'd better stand down." The captain hailed.
        A feminine voice came across the com. "I am in no mood to deal with
you today... So I won't!"
        "Sir we've lost contact with the enemy vessle. Detecting warp wake,
eight hours old. We've lost em sir."
        "Send to earth for a chronometer check." The captain ordered.
        The hyperspace relay buzzed for a moment. The comms officer read the
response. "Sir time displacement confirmed. We are precicely one day ahead of
when we should be."
        "Send message to the SCC, Inform them that I intend to presuit.
Request permision to go on an extended duration assignment.

        One question that I haven't satisfactually answered yet is how Aleshia
is able to communicate through the web without being cyrstalized. Implanted
in her is a tranciever. It works like the tranciever in a normal body except
that it sends commands to the crystaization facility instead of recieving
from.
        Summary: too much to sumarize!