Far past Earth the Space-Girls and Space-Boys fought evil, kept politicians in check, and patrolled the out planets on the boundaries of known space. Not bound by political ideologies or servants of the elite and the wealthy, the Space-Girls did what needed to be done.
The Space-Girls had the fastest fighters, enhanced armor and the best available weapons with no strings attached. Feared by evil and those who falsely claimed to be good; too few Space-Girls lived to collect their pensions.
On earth, there was a terribly produced television show called “Space-Girl Michelle” about the leader of the Space-Girls. The goal was to recruit and train future Space-Girls with the goal that people would simply learn by watching. It was possibly the worst show ever produced.
Only the most dedicated fans survived watching a single season.
Nine years ago:
Therese and Kara worked all day building their Space-Girl fort in the tree. They cut the boards by hand, they worked together to move the ladder, and now they were finally building their own tree fort, to be Space-Girl headquarters, in Therese’s front yard.
The two girls dripped sweat from their hard work, and Therese struggled to keep her hair back in a ponytail while Kara seemed to do it with ease. Therese pulled her hair back for the tenth time that morning and began hammering nails into a board up in the tree. The early summer air was hot, but she was glad to work in the shade of the tree.
“Did you say something?” asked Therese from above.
“No, I’m just trying to pull all these nails out before we cut them.” said Kara, shrugging. Therese had started hearing voices Kara couldn’t and the two girls had decided after several scientific efforts that Therese had better hearing then Kara and could hear people down the street, especially at night when it was dark. Therese decided that was one of her Space-Girl powers, and although Kara was slightly jealous at that power,
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Therese reassured Kara that she was still better at throwing grenades at talking cars. Their favorite television show, Space-Girl Michelle had several episodes where talking cars tried taking over a city, and Kara’s ability to throw things at moving vehicles was appreciated by Therese.
Kara’s grenade throwing superpower was quickly put into check by a friend of the family, a young policeman the girls affectionately called “Officer P” whose duties inadvertently pulled him into their Space-Girl world. Such as the two Space-Girls throwing citrus fruit at the city garbage truck twice a week. Fortunately, the driver was good-spirited and had agreed to explain how his truck worked to the two little Space-Girls in trade for safe passage on their street. They learned the workings of the garbage truck that morning and he avoided future attacks from the Space-Girls.
“I’m going to run into the house and get some juice boxes for us.” said Kara from beneath the tree. She looked up at Therese who smiled ear to ear in approval. Both girls wore the same Space-Girl Michelle T-shirts and the galaxy would never know two better friends.
“Hi-C, please! Thank you!” said Therese as she smiled and waved at Kara who waved back. The girls had a special wave they gave to each other, a variant of the Space-Girl salute they used only with each other.
“I’ll grab a blanket too, so we can have a Space-Girl picnic,” said Kara. Therese nodded in eager agreement. The two girls' friendship was filled with a mutual love for the Space-Girl Michelle television show. Their shared love with the show united their lives in every aspect that wasn’t welded by their unbreakable friendship.
Kara ran into the house. It was Therese’s house, but the two girls were beyond best friends and were raised as sisters in both their homes, although they generally preferred the peace and sobriety of Therese’s house. Rodger and Mary, Therese’s parents, were glad the girls were playing outside and not trying to build an indoor garden like last month where the girls had hauled several buckets of dirt into Therese’s room.
“Do you need anything?” asked Mary as Kara ran to the closet, grabbed a blanket, and then grabbed several boxes of juice drinks from the pantry. Mary smiled, she loved both the girls as if they were her own daughters.
“No Mom, I got these.” said Kara as she hurried back as fast as she could. Kara came out into the backyard just in time to see Therese fall from the tree. Therese landed on her head on a hard beam of scrap lumber. A nail pierced her skull. Therese lay lifeless in a second on the ground with blood covering the board.
“MOM, HELP!” yelled Kara as she screamed and cried helplessly. The juice boxes fell by her side to the ground as she ran to Therese, powerless to help her.