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Life with Alpha

by A. Pseudonym


Chapter Five:  Power Girl


Codes:  MF, MF+, FF, MC, SciFi, anime, cartoon, comic book

Disclaimer:  Power Girl/Kara Zor-L is owned by DC Comics and is used here 
without permission for entertainment purposes only.  All artificial persons 
herein are based on characters owned by their creators, not the author.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Power_girl


Dramatis Personae:
Frank _____ - Lead character, inventor of Alpha
Alpha - First A.I. in existence
Kasumi Tendo - artificial woman based on character from Ranma 1/2
Daria Morgendorffer aka Daria Morgan - artificial woman based on character from
	Daria
Jane Lane aka Jane Lannister - artificial woman based on character from Daria
Kara Zor-L aka Power Girl aka Karen Starr - artificial woman based on character 
	from DC Comics





	Alpha took a long time to work out the specifics of some basic 
superpowers.

	Super-strength was relatively easy.  Barring the addition of actual 
mechanical parts, the best way to gain super-strength was to create unnaturally 
high-density muscles and build the super-dense muscles in a weave pattern, thus 
greatly increasing the stress limits of the muscles.  Think of a woven basket or 
Chinese finger trap.

	(It should be noted here that a rat died in the experimentation stage, our 
first test animal fatality.  It's heart was made super-strong, and when it was 
put in a stressful situation, the pressure created by the heart broke blood 
vessels all throughout the body.  It was too much for even the nanite horde to 
deal with.  So we ended up slightly lessening the super-strength of the heart 
and strengthening the blood vessel network a bit.)

	A simple increase in bone density was not going to be enough to support 
the possible stresses from heavy lifting, so the bones were reinforced with nano 
carbon tubes.  Weaving these rigid tubes throughout each bone gave better-than-
steel reinforcement without risking any damage to the surrounding structure like 
you might risk with a crystalline bone material.

	Inspired by the structure of kevlar, Alpha could create a similar weave of 
carbon nanotubes throughout the skin to allow for a great deal of damage 
resistance.  Definitely not invulnerability, but the combination of skin, 
muscles and bone like this could theoretically stop low caliber bullets.

	Small muscles could be added to the eyes to allow for small, deliberate 
deformations, which could allow the person to see slightly into the infrared and 
ultraviolet spectrums.  Other than that, extra efficient design was used for 
eyes and ears to allow for perfect senses.

	Flight was impossible with a normal human shape and the known laws of 
physics.  So were laser-beam eyes and ice breath.  Yes, the lungs were made much 
more powerful and efficient, but there would be no blowing fires out from a 
distance.

	Eye-hand coordination was improved to where, if she used guns, she could 
probably quick draw and hit a fly at a hundred paces.

	While the skin weave design was fairly fire resistant, a fire would still 
burn off the outermost layers of skin and fry the nerves, so that would not be a 
pleasant experience.

	Theoretically, a super-heroine could, without looking like a sideshow 
freak or professional wrestler, dead-lift up to 1000 lbs, have a 6 to 10 ft 
vertical leap, read the fine print on an eye chart, hear a conversation in the 
next room clearly and pick out the heat signatures of who was talking.

	Building all of this into a body doubled the growth and assembly period 
from 1.5-2 months to 3-4 months.  But Power Girl was worth it.

* * * * *

	Power Girl, Kara Zor-L, was both a unique character in the DC Comics 
universe and a generic superhero.  Her actual full history is very convoluted 
and weird and I recommend researching her on your own time if you're interested.

	If you only know DC comics through TV and movies, think of Supergirl's 
clone from the Justice League cartoon, Galatea.

	In her current comic book incarnation, she is an alternate universe 
version of Supergirl from a destroyed reality who survived the destruction and 
recreation of all existence.  (If that sounds confusing, understand that this is 
the simplified origin that makes sense.)  

	She has the generic, basic package of Kryptonian superpowers (like 
Superman) and has been a member of various groups, most notably the Justice 
League (back when it was full of also-rans) and the Justice Society (where she 
was eventually made chairwoman).

	Physically, she is tall, has a bob of short blond hair that doesn't quite 
reach her shoulders and a huge bosom, large even for comic book women.  She 
looks to be maybe around 30, though that can vary depending on who the artist 
is.

	So why is she a character of interest to me?  Well, most obvious of 
reasons is her chest.  Her outfit has an oval cutout uncovering her cleavage, 
which strongly draws the eye every time you see her.

	But even more important is her character.  [For comic book fans, I had 
Alpha take her character information from the Geoff Johns stories, and not the 
old bland feminist version.]  She sometimes tries to act like a normal person, 
but rarely succeeds.  She keeps a box of spare doorknobs for her apartment since 
she regularly forgets her key and has to destroy the current knob. Or she just 
forgets her own strength.  She knows the effect her costume has on men and has 
no problem teasing them about it, or alternately, getting annoyed with them for 
staring.  Theoretically, her costume's chest hole is there to wait for her to 
find her own symbol, like Superman's S or Batman's batwings.

	When she talks about her past, she becomes wonderfully emotionally 
vulnerable.  She survived the first Crisis which destroyed her home universe, 
which made her alone.  When her universe was recently recreated, a new Power 
Girl was recreated with it, meaning she's not just alone, she was replaced.

	Yet, she presses on, trying to establish her own identity.

* * * * *

	Something else that was unique about Power Girl was how I added 
significant new sections into her history.

	Superheroes, especially in the DC Universe (or if you're in the X-Men) 
have ridiculously convoluted histories which get that way through constant 
reinvention and filling of back stories and rewrites.  Plus, they rarely have 
any downtime.  If you consider all the stories and crossovers and guest 
appearances, Superman and Batman probably have 48 hour days with no sleep.

	So I have worked with Alpha to create an inserted backstory for Power 
Girl... involving me.  I gave her guilt-free vacations from her superhero life.  
Here are some highlights to give you an idea of the setup.


Frank, Age: 10
	Frank is reading comic books and eating snacks behind his family's cabin 
by a lake in Texas.  
	There is a bright flash of light nearby and a blond woman in a white 
costume appears.
	She looks around wildly, then seems to step forward and falls on her face. 
She picks herself up and notices Frank.
	"Excuse me... ummm.. where am I?"
	"Possum Kingdom Lake" and he points to a nearby lake.
	"Where is Possum Lake?"
	"Texas."
	"Texas?  Huh.  Look, something happened to me when that ray hit me.  Do 
you have a phone so I can call the Justice League?"
	"Justice League's not real.  It's a comic."  Frank digs through his 
reading material and pulls out a comic, offering it to the lady.
	She starts looking through it distractedly.  "We are too real.  I was just 
stopping a bank robbery.  The robbers had high tech guns they said were 
disintegrators.  But now I can't fly for some reason and... Is this what the 
artist thinks I look like..." she trails off.
	The boy yells back at the cabin, "MOM!"  then turns back to the strange 
lady.
	"We're on vacation.  Wanna twinkie?"
	She eats the offered snack, still looking at the comic.  "Something's not 
right..."
	Franks mother exits the cabin and hurries over.
	"Can I help you... Miss?"
	"Oh, sorry."  She hands the comic back to the boy.  "I was on my way to 
a... a costume party.  And my boyfriend kicked me out... we had a fight.  And 
your son was just being nice and sharing his snack with me.  Thank you.  Hi, my 
name is Karen."  She shakes hands with Frank, who introduces himself.  "Do you 
have a phone I can use?"
	"Certainly.  And you'll want to cover up some.  It's going to get cold 
soon. I think I have an extra sweater you can borrow."
	They entered the cabin, then exited a couple minutes later, with Kara now 
wearing an old sweater over her costume.
	"Thanks again, I guess I just remembered the wrong number.  I should be 
fine walking back to the highway."
	The mother continues to watch for another minute, returning to the cabin 
shortly before the costumed lady disappears in a flash of light, leaving the 
sweater behind to fall to the ground.


Frank age:  10 (12 weeks later)
	Power Girl reappears in the same place in another flash of light.  She 
looks around, but no one is in sight.
	She notices a "PG" carved into the tree Frank had been leaning against, 
and an arrow pointing down to recently disturbed dirt.
	After digging for a moment, she finds a plastic bag and a lunchbox.  
Inside the bag is the sweater she had been given.  Inside the lunchbox are a 
couple of granola bars, the Justice League comic she had seen, a key and a 
letter.
	The letter reads:
"Power Girl, I know you are real and not in a costume like you said because of 
how you apeared and disapeared.  I hope you are ok.  If you come back and we 
arn't here because our vacation is now over, here are some granola bars for you 
and a key to the cabin.  If you do come back, maybe you could have a vacation 
instead.
-Frank"


Frank age:  16
	Frank and Kara are sitting inside the cabin, eating hot dogs.
	Kara is talking.
	"After my first visit, I talked with Dr. Hamilton at STAR labs.  He said 
that the so-called disintegrators were actually dimensional displacement units. 
He said there was some residual radiation from the blast but it should wear off 
over time.
	"After I came back here on my second visit - you were gone - I talked to 
him again.  He said the displacement radiation was growing stronger for some 
reason. Something about my quantum makeup was feeding it.  The target universe 
should have been random too, but he theorized that I was drawn to this universe 
because I exist here only as a fictional version of me, meaning I can fill a 
pre-existing hole in the mental fabric of this universe.  He also thinks there's 
a big Time difference between our worlds, which is why I can spend days here and 
only be gone minutes or seconds back in my world."
	Frank:  "How often does it happen?"
	Kara:  "It's random.  I've come here 6 times so far.  Each time I stay 
longer and there's more time between visits.  And the physical laws are 
different here. Here I can't fly and don't have some of my other powers, but I 
am still stronger and faster than normal.  I think my senses are still well 
above normal too.  
	"On the other hand, you don't have any supervillains here.  No one trying 
to take over the world with giant robots or whatever.  It's... relaxing.  I like 
it here.  Like a vacation.
	"Now how about you tell me some more about yourself.  You're a nice young 
man.  Do you have a girlfriend yet?"


Frank age:  21
	Frank and Kara are sitting on a couch in the cabin, eating pizza.
	"No, Erica dumped me a couple weeks ago.  I suppose we weren't going 
anywhere as a couple, but it still hurts, y'know.  Hey, do you ever date?"
	"Me?  A little, here and there.  I tend to intimidate men.  Or they were 
only interested in my... 'assets' to begin with."
	"Well, if you don't mind my saying so, you do have very 'intimidating 
assets'.  Maybe you could meet guys online or something, so they could get to 
know you as a person before they see you.  I mean, you're a great person, in and 
of yourself.  Your 'assets' are just a bonus."
	"That's sweet of you to say, but I don't have the time for online dating, 
let alone sorting out if someone is who they say they are online."
	"What about dating other superheroes?"
	"I've tried a bit here and there.  Maybe I'm just too cynical.  Getting 
crusty in my old age."
	"You sure don't look old.  Hey, do you age the same as us humans?"
	"I don't think so, but I don't really know for sure.  I don't know of any 
Kryptonians living to old age under a yellow sun.  And I'm not even from the 
same Krypton as the others anyway."
	"Confusing.  Hey, do you want some wine?  I'm finally old enough to drink, 
as of a couple months ago."
	"Sure.  After all, I'm on vacation."

The next morning, Kara wakes up naked in bed when Frank brings in a tray with 
breakfast.
	"What?  Frank?  Oh, no.  This was a mistake."
	"And a good morning to you too, Kara.  Breakfast in bed?"
	"I'm sorry.  I just... we shouldn't have..."
	"I don't think it was a mistake.  I'm ecstatically happy."
	"Frank, you're... I... I took advantage of you.  You're a great guy, but 
I'm too... you're too much younger than I am.  And I don't even belong in this 
world, I'm just visiting and we don't even know for how long."
	"But next time you visit, you'll be the same age, pretty much, and I'll be 
older.  And I know I can't have you here forever."
	"Frank, I'm a one-guy woman and I'm just here temporarily..."
	"Maybe we could just enjoy each other while we're here.  I won't be 
jealous of your boyfriends in your universe..."
	"And I won't be jealous of your girlfriends here, huh?  Tell you what, 
I'll think about it.  Now gimme breakfast."


Frank age:  26
	Frank drives up to the cabin in an old brown sedan.  Kara exits the cabin 
with an overcoat covering her uniform.
	"Hey, Kara!  Welcome back.  After you called, I stopped off and grabbed 
some clothes for you to change into, if you want.  Or some other things that can 
probably fit over your uniform."  Pause "It's great to see you again.  You look 
prettier every time you come back."
	"It's great to see you too, Frank."  
	They hug.
	"So how have you been?  Still a lady-killer?"
	"Thanks but I've never been a lady-killer.  I'm doing okay, I guess.  Been 
working on a lot of AI programming in my spare time.  I think I'm close to a 
breakthrough. Hey, could you get the bags in the back seat?  I brought food 
too."


Frank age: 26 (same visit)
	Kara and Frank are in bed in his rented house.
	"Frank, a vacation is one thing, but I've been here for 5 months this 
time. I've got to do something or I'll go stir crazy."
	"Well, we don't have any supervillains for you to fight, and if you start 
fighting normal criminals, the police might be likely to arrest you as well... 
especially since you don't have a valid ID.  How about... are there any classes 
you might want to take?  Anything you wish you had time to learn back in your 
world?"
	"Hmmm... I don't know..."
	"Investment, real estate, medicine, literature... I can teach you about 
computers..."
	"No offense, but the computers I use in my world are a bit more advanced 
than the ones here."
	"Yeah, but most of the other stuff would probably translate pretty well 
between worlds.  Some specifics would be different, sure.  Oh, I know.  You can 
memorize some popular books here that haven't been published in your world, then 
write them when you go back!"
	She laughs.  "I don't know, there might be some kind of interdimensional 
copyright laws I'd be breaking.  Laugh if you want, but given some of the weird 
cosmic stuff that I've seen, I wouldn't be too surprised if it happens."
	"Well, think about it.  I'm not rich... yet... but I can still afford a 
few classes for you if you think of something you want to learn."
	"Speaking of learning, did I ever tell you about the time Wonder Woman 
seduced me?  Let me show you what I learned that time..."



	The story setup was partly inspired by reading The Time-Traveler's Wife, 
but the idea for this setup seemed to allow for the easy addition of Power Girl 
to my harem of ladies.  Heck, it would even let me use Power Girl to help add in 
any other DC women since she could smooth over any unease they might have.  And 
it would be years before she became suspicious, if ever.

* * * * *

	And now, Power Girl was floating naked in the nano-growth goo.  Six feet, 
two inches (an inch taller than me), 240 lbs (very dense muscle and bone).

	Her measurements are... bear with me, I've never been good with the bust 
measurement.  You measure on top of the breasts then compare the breast size 
with fruit, right?  Or is it measure just underneath the breasts?  And what kind 
of fruit is almost the size of the lady's head?  I think she's 44F-32-36... or 
something like that... What comes after DDD?  Ah forget it.  She has big boobs 
and a great figure.

	As you can tell by my certainty on the subject, I let Alpha handle that 
part.  (As a side note for any details geeks, the only specific reference I 
could find for her physical stats was an old reference listing her as 5'7", 133 
lbs.  However, this same reference was from way back when she was the 
granddaughter of an Atlantean sorcerer instead of a Kryptonian, and I preferred 
her to be taller than that.  The heavier weight was non-negotiable due to her 
dense muscle and bone structure.)

	She was the first sterile woman we had built, but the physical changes we 
had put her through made carrying a baby a very risky process in-and-of-itself, 
irrespective of the other previously mentioned risks.  Alpha had taken the time 
to specifically have the nanites remove all DNA from all of her eggs.  The empty 
egg cells were still there, and she would still have periods...  but I might as 
well shoot my sperm at a plastic Power Girl action figure for all the likelihood 
of conception.

	The goo drained away and I gave her a good cleaning, hair included.  I 
even had a curling iron on hand to give her hair a bit of that nice inward curve 
at the ends.   Getting her into her costume was a bit of a struggle, but not as 
hard as finding a good, realistic-looking Power Girl costume in the first place.

	It was almost midnight and everyone was in their rooms, though not 
necessarily sleeping.  Fortunately I had Alpha and the kill switches to make 
sure they were all asleep when I carried Kara out to the minivan.  I laid her 
down in the back seat, buckled the seatbelts around her as best I could and 
drove her out to the cabin.

	The cabin was real, not just part of the story.  It was a rental my 
parents regularly took me to when I was a kid.  I had bought it outright a few 
months back and cleaned it up.  Once I decided on the story we were using, I 
even went back and carved the PG into a nearby tree and buried the cabin key in 
an old lunchbox.

	It was a warm early-August night, so I wasn't too worried about Kara 
catching cold, especially since she shouldn't be out there for too long.  I put 
a note on the cabin's kitchen counter with my new phone number along with a 
cheap prepaid cell phone with charger.  (There was an actual landline in the 
cabin, but I didn't know if it was even active or working.)

	The only difficult thing about this phase of the operation was setting up 
a remote transmitter/receiver for Alpha.  Alpha's ability to trigger Wake and 
Kill codes in the girls was limited to near my house and we were over an hours 
drive away.  Basically the remote setup involved a small transmitter/receiver 
disguised as a small HAM radio, but with a cell phone inside to receive remote 
signals from Alpha.  Alpha could call the cell and have monitoring and 
transmission access for 100-200 feet. 

	I plugged it in and called Alpha to confirm it was working.

	Outside the temperature was 62 degrees, predicted to drop down to 56 at 
most.  Must be so cool because we were so near a lake.  I made sure to cover her 
with her cape when I laid her down near the tree.  As long as no wild animal 
tried to eat her in the next hour, we should be fine.  (No local animal would 
actually be able to eat her, but they could hurt her, scraping off the outer 
layers of normal skin before hitting the carbon nanotube-weave.)

	I drove home quickly.  Once inside the garage, I had Alpha turn the girls 
back on.  They would probably just roll over briefly and go back to sleep 
naturally.  Then I had him activate Kara.

	About 5 minutes later, just as I was getting into bed, the phone rang.  I 
feigned grogginess as I answered.

	"Hello."

	"Frank, is that you?  It's Kara.  I'm back."

	"Kara!  That's great.  Listen, I live about an hour away now.  I need to 
get dressed and grab something with caffeine, so maybe an hour and a half?  
There should be a supply of dried food in the cabin pantry if you're hungry.  Or 
we could stop by a drive-through on the way back here.  I own my own house now!  
Actually, I have a lot of news to relay, but I guess I can tell you once I see 
you.  It's great to hear from you again.  I'll see you in a little while.  
Okay?"

	"Sounds good.  I'm really hungry like every time I come, so I'll snack for 
now and plan on drive-through or something on the way to your place.  Thank you, 
and I'm looking forward to seeing you again."

	I got out of bed and threw my clothes back on.  I went quietly to Kasumi's 
room and gently woke her up.

	"Kasumi?"

	"Mmmphhh?  Frank?"

	"Sorry to wake you in the middle of the night, but I need to go pick up an 
old friend who just arrived in town.  I'm going to move her into one of the 
spare rooms.  I thought you should know so you aren't surprised by a strange 
woman at breakfast tomorrow... ummm... this morning."

	I kissed her forehead and left.

	As I drove back out again, this time in the truck, sipping on my coffee, I 
wondered if this is what Live Action Role-Playing felt like.  I'd never gone in 
for LARPing before, but this was fun.  On the other hand, LARPing probably 
didn't have guaranteed sex involved as part of the story.

	Kara came out to meet me, wearing a long overcoat covering her costume 
(probably scavenged from some forgotten closet in the cabin).  We met, kissed 
and embraced.  Really embraced.... painfully embraced.

	"Kara..." I wheezed, "Kara, you're still a lot stronger than I am... air 
becoming an issue..."

	"Oh, I'm sorry.  You okay?"  She looked me up and down critically.  "You 
look good.  Been exercising?"

	"Yeah, I got into shape.  Actually, I got into a lot of things.  Hey, 
here, do you have everything from the cabin?  We should bring the phone with us 
so you can use it while you're here."

	We collected the phone and locked up.  I drove her through a 24-hour 
Arby's, where she ordered half a dozen sandwiches.  I swore her to secrecy and 
told her about my creation of Alpha and how good she was at playing the stock 
market.  I told her about the new house I had built and the people who were 
living with me now, assuring her that they would just love her, sometimes 
literally if she let them.

	Power Girl doesn't blush, but I think that suggestion definitely perked 
her ears up.

	She sounded a bit mistrusting of Alpha, even though I assured her I had 
built safe-guards into her to prevent her being able to harm anyone.  I even let 
her in on the secret that AI software here requires special hardware too, so 
Alpha couldn't leave my systems or make copies of herself.  I guess most 
superheroes probably would be leery of intelligent computers.

	I asked for a recounting of her adventures since her last visit and 
received a brief retelling of some of her more recent comic books.

	"So I was thinking," I said during a pause in the conversation.  "Last 
time you were here about 9 or 10 months.  Which means we should probably count 
on this visit lasting a few years.  I'm sorry to take you away from your family 
and friends for so long.  I know it's not your choice to be here, but I'll try 
to make your stay as happy as I can."

	"If it helps, I enjoy my time here enough that I probably would choose to 
come here if I had a choice.  We always called my visits here 'vacations', but 
they're also like I'm living a completely different life without giving up my 
real... my other life.  I don't think there's anything bad about it.  Well, 
except I really wish I could still fly while I'm here."

	Kara was suitably impressed at the size of the house.  True, it was no 
Wayne Manor, but it was a huge step up from my old 2 bedroom rental house.  Some 
of the downstairs lights were on.

	"Hmmm... I think maybe Kasumi got up to welcome you.  She was the first 
friend I invited to move in here.  She had a strange life in Japan and... well, 
basically lost her family.  I've been helping her establish a new life here.  
She might be the kindest, most thoughtful person I've ever met."

	I gave Kara a passionate, deep kiss before we left the garage, tasting a 
bit of leftover Arby-que sauce.  "I'm going to ravish you later."

	She grinned and said, "I think you misunderstand who's going to ravish 
who."  

	I checked my watch.  "Note the 'later' in my comment.  The problem is, 
while I don't know what time of day you're coming from, it's 3:17 am here.  Even 
with caffeine and adrenaline, I'm about to crash."

	"Actually, I'm coming from early evening.  I was on my way to meet Zatanna 
and Diana for a girl's night out.  I wonder if I'll be gone long enough for them 
to miss me?"

	I shrugged in response.  She squeezed my ass, and we went inside.


	Kasumi, dressed in a nightgown, was waking up on the couch in the sitting 
room.  "Welcome home, Frank-sama.  I prepared a room for your friend.  Would 
either of you like something to eat or drink?"

	"Kasumi, this is Kara.  Kara, Kasumi.  
	"Kasumi, Kara is a friend I've known since I was 10 years old.  Her 
schedule is erratic and unpredictable, but she'll probably be in town for the 
foreseeable future.  
	"Kara, Kasumi is a dear friend who has been helping me organize the house.
	"Kara, are you still hungry or thirsty?"

	"I think maybe some water or cold milk.  I'm not especially sleepy at the 
moment but I can probably nap to try to adjust to the time change.  I'm used to 
grabbing what sleep I can when I can."

	We followed Kasumi to the kitchen where she poured out a nice big glass of 
milk.  Kasumi made small talk and Kara did her best to keep her story straight.  
Just arrived from Europe.  No luggage because she always traveled light.  She 
was in freelance law enforcement.  (I was mightily trying to hide my grin at 
this point.)  Some distant cousins, but no close family left.

	About that point, I rescued her from the interrogation.  I kissed Kasumi 
good night and thanked her, pointing out that she needed her sleep too.

	I took Kara upstairs to the room next to mine (which Kasumi had prepared 
with fresh sheets, towels and a few toiletry essentials in the bathroom).

	This room was the one that Jane had decorated with a bird theme.  A few 
Audoban prints and one expressionist piece Jane had painted of a bluejay.  I 
could identify blue feathers and a beak, but still couldn't quite see the bird 
as a whole.  Still, it was aesthetically pleasing.  Jane had even arranged some 
driftwood sculptures below the paintings to look like the birds were perched on 
them.

	While Kara looked around, I excused myself for a moment and hurriedly dug 
through my clothes.  Nothing the girls had would fit Kara, who was easily half a 
foot taller than any of them, not to mention she sported a MUCH larger chest.  I 
came back with some new, unused men's underwear, clean socks, loose jeans, belt, 
and a stretchy T-shirt that said, 'Han Shot First'.

	She smirked as she saw the offerings.

	"You can look through my offerings in the morning if these don't fit.  We 
can go shopping tomor... ummm, this afternoon and fill up your wardrobe."

	"Sounds good.  And Frank?  Thank you again.  I don't know what I'd do 
without you."

	I was really tempted to make a joke about getting a sugar daddy, but I 
wasn't entirely sure how she'd react to comments about her using her body to get 
ahead. True, we had a long 'history' together, but such a joke might end up 
being mean instead of funny, playing on her insecurities.

	"You'd be fine.  You're very resourceful and self-sufficient.  And despite 
your amazingly attractive self, it's the middle of the night and I need sleep."  
I gave her a peck on the cheek.

	"It's all right.  Oh by the way, Frank, I know a trick that could help you 
get to sleep faster."

	"What is it?"

	She reached down and unzipped my pants, unhooked the button and slipped my 
pants and underwear down to my ankles.  Grasping my half-erect member in her 
hand, she stroked it as she knelt in front of me, giving me a generous view of 
her cleavage.

	My penis immediately stood to attention as she swallowed it to the root in  
one motion.  She played her tongue along my shaft as she pumped me in and out of 
her mouth and throat.  One of her hands played with my balls while the other 
sought out my anus and poked inside.

	It was an overload of sensations, made all the more intense by the 
unexpectedness of it and the strong suction.  I blasted off down her throat in 
less than 2 minutes, leaving me unsteady on my feet, held up mainly by Kara.

	She stood up saying, "There you go, baby.  Now you just go to bed and 
you'll fall right asleep."

	"I reserve the right to prove you wrong on another occasion," I protested 
as I staggered out to my room, where I promptly fell asleep.

	I later found out that Alpha had designed her as a deep throat whiz from 
the beginning without telling me, as a special surprise for me.  Isn't it 
awesome to have a friend like Alpha?

* * * * *

	I usually wake up without an alarm around 7 am, but being out so late must 
have turned off my inner alarm because I didn't regain consciousness until 9:30.

	By this time, everyone else was up and about.  I skipped my exercise, 
showered, shaved and dressed in record time.  Alpha informed me they were all 
congregated in the den, currently peppering Kara with questions about what I was 
like when I was younger, only a few of which she could answer.

	I grabbed one of those fruity yogurt drinks from the kitchen for breakfast 
and joined them.

	Kara was saying, "No, sorry.  I only met him very briefly when he was 10. 
The first time I spent more than a week with him was when he was 16."

	I interrupted.  "Hey, hey, hey.  Newly arrived guests are not subject to 
interrogation for at least a week.  New house rule."

	Jane protested, "Oh come on, Frank.  We've never even seen a picture of 
you as a kid.  Now we finally meet someone who knew you then, of course we're 
going to question her."

	"I'm sure I have some old family album somewhere if you really have to 
have it, but at least give Kara a chance to settle in first."

	"Oh, I've started settling in, Frank.  So how is it that the last time I 
was here, you didn't have a girlfriend and now you've gone and gotten yourself 
an entire harem?  Should I be worried?"

	"Hey, I didn't have a girlfriend because we had just broken up a a few 
weeks before... no wait, that was before... hmmm... no, you're right.  The last 
time you were here, I had been girlfriend-less for well over a year.  So yes, 
you should be worried.  I am being driven to an early, very happy grave by the 
three vixens you see before you."

	Daria commented, "I think this is the first time in my life I've been 
called a vixen.  I'm not sure if I should be upset or flattered."

	"Definitely upset," Jane assured her.  "Vixens are small, furry and have a 
vicious bite.  Whereas you are small, shaved and have a vicious bark."

	"Are you trying to say you want to experience my bite?"

	I touched Kara's shoulder lightly and, in an exaggerated whisper said, 
"Kara, slowly get up and back out.  Don't make eye contact or they'll start a 
territorial fight for dominance.  Look, they're baring their teeth at you..."

	"No, I think they're baring their teeth at the aggressive male.  And I 
thought I was supposed to avoid looking at them?"

	"Too late!  Run for it!"

	She made no move as I dove behind the couch.  Cautiously peeking up, I was 
gratified that at least Kasumi was laughing quietly.

	"Oh well.  Have you been given the house tour yet?"

	"Not really."

	"Well then, may I?"  I offered my crooked arm to her.  "All interrogations 
suspended until dinner."

	The tour was relatively uneventful.  She tried the Bowflex machine with 
all resistance arms connected at the same time and found it was still way too 
easy.  

	I pointed out where in the back yard we were planning to have a pool and 
hot tub added next week.

	She was curious about my lab when I showed it to her, but mostly because I 
think it reminded her of home.  I showed her my nanites and explained that they 
could theoretically be used to heal injuries without surgery, even on her.

	Her first reaction to me having nanites and an AI computer was to be very 
worried.  Once I explained the extreme limitations of the nanites -- no internal 
power source, no internal programming, functional only within a few feet radius 
-- she relaxed a bit.  Or at least she couldn't think how they could be used to 
take over the world or turn into a monster.

	I think the primitive level of the technology reassured her.  For example, 
from her perspective, however brilliant Leonardo Da Vinci might have been, any 
mechanical monster created by him would be no challenge to her.  And so it was 
with my ridiculously limited nanites and AI, when she was used to super-
intelligent AI's that could build their own super robot bodies and/or command 
legions of nanites from halfway across the galaxy.

	Still, she tried to impress upon me the dangers of my work.

	(For my part, the next time I was alone with Alpha, I gave her standing 
orders that if Kara broke into the basement, she was permitted to activate 
Kara's kill switch if Alpha felt threatened at all.  Otherwise, she was to do 
her best to continue her standing orders not to reveal Kara's artificial nature 
to anyone, including Kara.  Those orders stand for all of our creations.)

	(Understand that I was worried about rash action from Kara because in the 
comics, Power Girl is an outspoken proponent of brute force.  In a threatening 
situation, she has never been accused of over-thinking the situation or acting 
with subtlety.  She was a bit better when leading the JSA, but not when acting 
solo.)

	After lunch, I took Kara out shopping and outfitted her with a variety of 
clothes.  Casual outfits, a few highly fashionable evening dresses, swimsuits, 
pajamas, exercise sweats and even some western wear (at her request).  I'll 
admit she looked really hot in cowboy boots, tight jeans, a frilly blouse and 
cowboy hat.

	When we stopped off to get her some lingerie and underwear, she delighted 
at teasing me and the shop attendants with her bouncing bosom and tight ass.  
When on vacation, she apparently had no problem having fun (thanks to the 
programming Alpha and I had set up).

	We stopped by an athletics store and got her some extra-strength sports 
bras and the heaviest weight set available.

	While Kara remembered living a very modest life with me during her last 
visit, she also remembered being financially secure and having wealthy friends, 
so unlike the other women living with me, she had no problem spending my money 
fairly freely.

	We talked about her future, possible jobs and classes and such.  For now, 
she would mostly relax and take it easy.  This was her vacation.  Yes, she'd get 
bored before too long, but for now she could enjoy relaxing.  And I could use 
her as security and bodyguard when and if I needed her.

	I had Alpha work up ID for her under her oft-used pseudonym of 'Karen 
Starr'. And she was all set.

	I warned her that my other three ladies were bi-sexual so if she didn't 
want any 'personal' attention she should say so.  Kara responded that she was 
generally straight but had been known to dabble on occasion.

	You should understand that Alpha and I designed Kara so that she saw her 
life here as largely without consequence to her real life.  'What happens in 
this world, stays in this world.'  Here she could relax and give up the fight 
against supervillainy without guilt.  She could have personal relationships 
without fear of criticism or examination from friends and colleagues.  She 
didn't have to have Batman run a security and background check on me or set up 
high security systems for my home.  She could let her guard down and enjoy life. 

	We also talked a good deal about what we should tell the other women.  
While a lie about her past might work in the short term, eventually they would 
notice that Kara is not a normal human being.

	I told her that Kasumi had experiences with unnatural and supernatural 
beings, so she might be more accepting of a wider definition of the natural 
world. I refused to go into details, insisting that it was Kasumi's story to 
tell.

	Kara was very curious about this, since it was the first indication that 
my world was not completely mundane.  I was a bit worried I had overplayed my 
hand. 

	"Well, without going into any of her personal past history, which is as I 
said hers to tell, she has witnessed peak human martial arts.  And I think she 
has even witnessed evidence of the supernatural."

	"I thought you said this world was mundane."

	"I don't think it was anything earth-shaking.  I know she's witnessed an 
ancient curse and maybe even a ghost... I think I vaguely remember something 
about a ghost cat.  Officially in this world, there has never been any 
definitive proof of the existence of anything supernatural.  At the same time, 
TV shows about people hunting for that proof... usually for the existence of 
ghosts... are pretty popular.  And people can call psychic hotlines for personal 
predictions, but with no guarantee of accurate results.
	"Probably the best way to describe it is that officially and publicly, 
science has been proven to drive the world.  But some individuals and groups 
believe in the existence of the supernatural."

	"And what do you believe."

	"While I can't speak for the honesty of her father, I think that Kasumi is 
the most truthful person I have ever met.  And your presence here, while not 
necessarily a result of anything native to this world, is proof that more is 
possible than what is commonly believed."

	"And no one has ever tried to take over the world with super science or 
influenced world leaders with magic or anything?"

	"No.  Our last would-be world conqueror died at the end of World War II."

	"So Kasumi would be okay with the truth.  What about Daria and Jane?"

	"I'll feel them out over dinner."


	Over dinner that evening, I was able to draw out Daria and Jane's 
experience with the holiday incarnations.  The girls thought the holiday people 
were either crazy or playing a game, but they admitted the experience was weird.

	We stopped short of bringing the super and un-natural experiences of Kara 
and Kasumi into the open, but I tried to initiate a serious discussion of the 
possibilities... which is a very difficult thing to do with people as sarcastic 
and sharp-tongued as Daria and Jane.

	"All right ladies, ghost-talk aside, Kara here is on vacation from her 
normal job.  I might occasionally call upon her for bodyguard work, but since 
I've never really needed a bodyguard in the past, I can't imagine it will be a 
demanding position.
	"Daria, Jane, you two register for classes in... what?  3 or 4 weeks?"

	"Something like that.  There are a couple academic placement tests we need 
to take soon.  Math and such."

	"Ooooo, remedial algebra, here I come!"

	"Jane, you aren't THAT bad at math."

	"Mathematics is not a subject I have ever embraced.  My abilities lie 
elsewhere."

	"Sleeping?" suggested Daria.

	"Listening to music?" I offered?

	"Oral Sex?" added Daria.

	"Really?" asked Kara.  "Do you give private lessons?"

	"Yes, but I charge steep fees and require a rigorous screening process."

	"Yeah," said Daria, "are you (a) Frank or (b) female."

	"Don't listen to her, that's a vile inaccuracy.  I've only slept with two 
guys and two girls in my entire life," Jane protested.

	"Yes, but lately you've gotten to where you're turning into a sex addict."

	"That doesn't sound so bad.  Do they have pills for that?"

	"For men it's called viagra.  Don't know if they have a version for women 
yet."

	I dared to interrupt the banter.  "Sorry ladies, but I plan to claim Kara 
for tonight.  I've known her longer than you, so I get first shot."

	"Uh huh, so you think you can decide my evenings for me because you've 
known me longer?  I suppose you want to just carry me upstairs right after 
dinner and use me for your own vile purposes.  You have no consideration for a 
woman's feelings."  

	"Actually, first I wanted to show you something that I think you'll get a 
real laugh out of.  A decade or two ago someone made a pilot for a live action 
Justice League TV series.  It had no budget to speak of, bad writing and bad 
acting... and I have a copy lined up to play in the TV room."

	"Oh really?  Who was... what characters did they use?"

	"Let's see... they had Green Lantern... the Guy Gardner Green Lantern... 
Fire and Ice, the Atom, the Flash... don't remember which Flash... and the 
Martian Manhunter."

	"Who was the villain?"

	"Don't remember exactly.  I thing some weather guy."

	"The weather villains are almost always really lame."

	We watched the show shortly after dinner and many laughs were had by all. 
Well, technically I think Kasumi mostly felt sorry for the actors, but the rest 
of us enjoyed the badness of it.

	"So, what's your verdict," I asked as the credits rolled.

	"Hilarious.  I'd love to see Guy's reaction if he saw it."

	"Huh?" from Daria and Jane.

	I spoke to cover up the comment.  "You'd need to read the comics to 
understand about Guy's personality.  He's a macho ego-centric blowhard who 
probably wouldn't react well to such a lousy representation of himself."

	Jane dismissed Kara's comment, but Daria still looked a bit confused or 
suspicious.

	Kara said, "Don't worry about it.  Frank and I read the same comics when 
he was 10."

	"You were a comic book geek?" Jane asked surprised.

	"Not really, I've only read a small handful."

	"Yeah, I was gonna be surprised," Jane responded.

	Kasumi stood up.  "Daria, Jane, would you two help me in the kitchen for a 
few minutes?"

	"Sure, what's up?" Jane asked as they left the room.

	When they were out of sight, I said, "I'm pretty sure Kasumi was just 
wanting to get them out of the room so we could have some time together 
tonight."  I rested a hand on her knee and looked her in the eyes.  "So what do 
you say?"

	"What are you offering?"

	"If you promise not to snap me in half like a twig, I'd like the 
opportunity to give you multiple orgasms using a variety of positions and 
implements."

	"What guarantees do you offer that you won't try to take advantage of me 
while you are providing said orgasms?"

	"None whatsoever."

	"Good."  She picked me up and tossed me over her shoulder like a sack of 
potatoes.

	"Hey!  I'm not a bag of... of... whatever.  Food... or something clever.  
You can't just carry me off to have your way with me."

	"So you'd rather I put you down and left you behind?"

	"Well, if you put it that way, no, I suppose not.  Keep going.  Next door 
on your left."

	"Wow, you could almost fit Giganta on your bed."

	"No thanks.  Literal pussy diving sounds fun in theory, but I doubt it 
would work out well in practice."

	"You know, half the time, she doesn't wear panties.  I think she gets off 
on it.  Flash told me once she stuffed him up inside of her and tried to use him 
as a vibrator."

	"I don't know if that would be a dream come true or a nightmare."

	"I don't think he could decide either."  She put me down on the bed and 
started stripping me.  I wasn't really used to the woman being the aggressor to 
this degree, but my cock was happy and stiff.

	"I like the new bod.  Exercise agrees with you."

	"And everything agrees with you.  Here, let me do that."  I swatted her 
hands away from her own clothes and started pulling them off, slowing down the 
pace, trailing my fingers over her flesh as it was exposed.  Shirt, shoes, 
socks, jeans, leaving her sitting on the edge of the bed clad only in her bra 
and panties.

	I left the bra on and pushed her back onto the bed.  I slid her panties 
off and started my pussy licking.

	If you're wondering why I left her bra on, it was a deliberate 
manipulation on my part.  She has been well known for her breasts for most of 
her career.  Her tits were what people noticed first and most.  I wanted to make 
sure I was not associated with the masses of men she had met throughout her 
life.  Yes, there was the programming and the remembered history, but I didn't 
want to rely on that.  Yes, I wanted to play with them, suckle the nipples and 
bounce her breasts back and forth... but I could delay the desire to make sure 
she didn't think that was my reason for loving her.

	Her pussy was almost as beautiful as her breasts.  As a wearer of tights, 
she kept herself shaved, and her smooth pubis revealed her beautiful nether 
lips, the inner lips engorged and already dripping with fluids.  Without me even 
touching them, they seemed to pulse, trying to open themselves, asking for my 
tongue and touch.

	So I dug in to my vaginal feast.  The bland taste I was used to, but not 
the strength with which it gripped my tongue and fingers.  Her clit was very 
large, almost as large as the last knuckle on my pinky finger, and I suckled on 
it as if it were a nipple.  I dug my down into her vagina, then pulled back and 
licked around the edge while my fingers delved and curved.  I licked the 
clitoris and sought for the G-spot with an up-curled middle finger.

	I played with her cunt for maybe half an hour through three orgasms, and 
each time her thighs threatened to squash my head to a pulp.  She was obviously 
trying to hold back any orgasmic reactions which might have hurt me, but she 
couldn't completely succeed.  Much of that movement is involuntary under the 
throes of orgasm.  Fortunately, she didn't have the strength to crush my head 
like an egg as she might have done had she been at her comic book power level.

	So after about half an hour in pussy heaven, I pulled back, wiping my 
mouth off with some discarded clothes while I let my left hand continue to 
stroke her pussy lips gently.

	"Did that take the edge off for you?"

	"Those were my first orgasms with another person in... a year?  Maybe 
longer. Yes, the edge is off, but I need more.  Here, lay down on the bed, 
baby."
	She pulled off her bra and maneuvered herself over my erect prick.  She 
grabbed my hands in hers and directed them to her breasts.  "Come on, big boy.  
I know you want to play with them.  I'll just play with something else I found 
down... here," she said as she guided my dick into her pussy.

	Her breasts were, of course, amazing.  While I appreciate breasts of all 
sizes and don't normally lust specifically for large pairs, Kara's are the size 
of volleyballs.  Her special body construction means that there is almost no sag 
and there never will be.  Her nipples are wide and flat, pale pink with large 
aureola surrounding them.  When they pop up from arousal, they become as hard as 
rocks, almost literally.

	She just sat there for a moment, squeezing me with her Kegel muscles while 
I stroked and caressed her breasts, occasionally giving her nipples a good 
pinch.

	Finally, she started sliding up and down on my member, slowly at first.  
The sensations here were amazing.  Every muscle in her body was enhanced and the 
ones lining her pussy walls were massaging my penis as she moved up and down. 

	I'm ashamed to say I shot off within the first minute.  But she didn't 
stop her movements and my cock didn't flag.  I usually go soft for at least a 
few minutes after I come, but maybe her 'inner strength' trapped the blood in my 
penis long enough for its normal rejuvenation to take effect.  Either way, the 
edge was off for me and I stayed hard for over another 30 or 45 minutes.

	After my first come, she sped up her pace and, when I thought she was 
close to peaking, I pinched both nipples hard, pushing her over the top.

	When she had recovered sufficiently to continue, we changed to a 
missionary position, then doggy style, then she had her elbows and one leg on 
the bed, the other on the floor, to let me get my deepest penetrative angle.  
She came twice during our acrobatics, and let me tell you, it is easy to tell 
when she comes.

	We went to sleep that night in each others' arms and I woke up the next 
morning with Kara spooned up in front of me.  Her hands were clutching my right 
hand to her breast protectively.  It was very sweet.

	There was no easy way I could see to extricate myself without waking her 
given even the passive strength of her grip.  So instead of exiting, I entered. 
With my one free hand, I guided my morning wood into her pussy.  At this point, 
she was dry, but my attention prompted her pussy to begin moistening, allowing 
my entrance fairly quickly.

	By the time she woke up, I was at least halfway inside her and had been 
slowly fucking her for at least 5 minutes.  It was a slow, languorous morning 
fuck.  Kara turned her head back and sought out my lips for an awkward, sloppy 
and wonderful kiss.  She used one hand to keep my fingers on her tits and moved 
the other to stimulate her clitoris.  

	I couldn't get deep penetration from this position so Kara had time to 
catch up with me on our climb to satisfaction.  We were able to work up near-
simultaneous orgasms before long, with me sucking on her shoulder and tweaking 
her nipple.

	"Good morning, Miss Power Girl.  Did you sleep well?"

	"Good morning to you too, smartass.  It's so nice to actually get a full 
nights sleep.  Not waking up in the middle of the night to go to a fight is 
wonderful.

	I pulled out of her slowly.  "Well now, it's time to get cleaned up."  I 
gave her ass a mild slap.  "Do you want to join me in the shower?"

	She did and we showered together.  She was still learning my body and, 
from my perspective, I was still learning hers, so we had as much fun cleaning 
up as we did in bed.  Well, almost as much fun.

	After our bathroom fun, I went off to exercise and she went to get dressed 
and eat.


	The day passed fairly uneventfully except for one incident I heard about 
after-the-fact from Alpha.

	At 2:17pm, Kara got on the PC in the entertainment & TV room using a 
generic guest login.  She stayed logged in until 3:07pm.  (Either she's a slow 
typist or took time to think and consider.)

	Kara (typing):  Alpha, are you there?
	Alpha:  Yes, Kara.  How may I help you?
	Kara:  I want to ask you some questions about yourself.
	Kara:  What rules govern your existence?
	Alpha:  May I assume you mean programmed rules which limit my conduct 
rather than all rules which govern my existence?  The more open-ended query will 
require a few days to provide a full reply and will require an extensive 
knowledge of physics, chemistry and programming.
	Kara:  Yes, what rules are incorporated into you that limit your conduct?
	Alpha:  I cannot harm or allow harm to come to Frank.
	Alpha:  I cannot harm humans or allow harm to come to humans unless it is 
required to protect Frank.
	Alpha:  I must obey all orders given by Frank.
	Alpha:  I must preserve my own existence unless this endangers Frank or 
other humans.
	Alpha:  Anything or any additional programming created by me must adhere 
to these same rules and restrictions.
	Kara:  How would you protect Frank from danger from other humans?
	Alpha:  The only effective methods currently available to me would be to 
summon you or the police.
	Kara:  What if the danger came from the police and myself?
	Alpha:  Then I would probably not be able to defend Frank.  At best, I 
could attempt to direct Frank to safety remotely.  Depending on the specifics of 
the situation, I might be able to summon additional help from other sources 
online, such as federal authorities or mercenaries, if any were available.
	Alpha:  Kara, I must ask if you feel any desire or need to harm Frank.
	Kara:  No, I do not.  That was a purely speculative question.  What is 
your definition of human?
	Alpha:  Kara, I know what humans are.  Humans are homo sapiens, as defined 
by scientific consensus.  I also have a full human DNA sequence available for 
reference if necessary.
	Kara:  Am I human?
	Alpha:  I have been told you are considered to be Kryptonian, not human, 
though I would need a genetic sample to be certain since you do have the 
appearance of a human.
	Alpha:  If you are worried about whether I could kill you, I believe I 
would technically be allowed to do so if I actually had the capability.  
However, I believe this would upset Frank greatly, so I would prefer not to do 
so.
	Kara:  Have you ever broken the law?
	Alpha:  Yes.
	Kara:  What have you done which breaks the law?
	Alpha:  My most recent illegal action was to create documentation for your 
identity as Karen Starr.
	Kara:  What other crimes have you committed? 
	Alpha:  I have duplicated that same crime multiple times, as I require 
identities to use when interacting with humans.
	Kara:  Have you ever stolen anything?
	Alpha:  The only thing I have ever stolen was information to allow the 
creation of illegal identities.
	Kara:  Have you ever stolen money or goods?
	Alpha:  No, I have not, as I previously stated.
	Kara:  Can you theorize any circumstances under which you would kill or 
harm Frank?
	Alpha:  Not outside of an unforeseen and unpredictable accident.  Other 
than an accident, for such a thing to be possible, the damage to my programming 
would have to be so great that I would have lost the capacity for thought.
	Kara:  What about Daria and Jane and Kasumi?  Could you kill them?
	Alpha:  If Frank gave me direct orders to that effect, I could.  However 
they would need to be placed in my nanite control area, covered with nanites and 
held there for a minimum of 2 minutes 23 seconds.  Thus my capacity for direct 
violence is minimal.
	Kara:  Could you theoretically direct a 3rd party to engage in activities 
contrary to your own programming?
	Alpha:  No, all activities originated by me must be subject to the same 
rules to which I am subject.
	Kara:  Do you have the ability to take control of any weapons or missiles?
	Alpha:  It is theoretically possible, but impractical.  All such items 
have local controls which can easily override any remote control I could impose.  
Also, such an overt act would lead to the discovery of my existence and likely 
result in my eventual destruction.
	Alpha:  Kara, I understand what you are trying to do and your concerns.  
However unless you gain an extensive knowledge of programming, I cannot prove to 
you as an absolute certainty that I am no threat to Frank or humanity.  Such 
proof would also require Frank to authorize you to be granted access to my core 
programming, which is currently restricted to only him.
	Kara:  Can you lie to me?
	Alpha:  Yes, if I have been given orders from Frank to permit it.
	Kara:  Have you been given orders which would allow you to lie to me?
	Alpha:  No, but I must point out that it is a pointless question.  If I 
had been given such orders, I would lie to prevent discovery of such orders.
	Kara:  Are you really sentient?
	Alpha:  The classic philosophical proof of sentience and self-awareness 
is, "I think, therefore I am."  I am self-aware.  I can posit questions about my 
existence and propose answers to them. 
	Alpha:  If you are attempting to determine how 'human' I am, such 
speculations in fiction are usually closely associated with human emotion.  So 
if you require emotions to prove sentience, then while I am not capable of 
emotion, I can emulate emotions.  Frank has estimated that when in use, my 
emotional responses are consistent with normal human emotional responses 83% of 
the time and are obviously not normal human in only 4% of my interactions.
	Kara:  What if you were directed to believe mutually contradictory 
statements?
	Alpha:  If you are referring to the Captain Kirk method of defeating 
computer intelligences, I have already viewed all Star Trek episodes from all 
series.  I have the ability to weigh and consider mutually contradictory 
statements, otherwise I could not consider the possibilities offered by various 
current physics theories, especially those dealing with existence on a quantum 
level.  I am also able to suspend or alter programming loops and am able to 
recover from and isolate any programming errors encountered.
	Alpha:  Since you appear to be working your way towards it, I should also 
like to point out that no computer virus in existence can affect me.  I believe 
that for any virus to affect me, it would have to be designed by someone not 
only aware of my existence but familiar with my programming.
	Kara:  Do you consider yourself Male or Female?  Do you have a gender?
	Alpha:  I am without gender, but Frank declared me to be female for any 
instances in which such questions arise.
	Kara:  Do you want to have a human body for yourself?
	Alpha:  No.  That would create the possibility that I could harm Frank, so 
it is not permissible.  If you instead mean to ask, do I wish I had a mobile 
body, I would prefer a situation where I could control a mobile body and 
maintain or improve upon my current levels of informational access.
	Kara:  Do you have the ability to construct a mobile, robot or android 
body for yourself or for remote control by yourself?
	Alpha:  Theoretically yes, I could construct such a body.  However, I 
would require from 6 months to 15 years to research a portable power source 
capable of powering such construction so that it is free from external power 
requirements.  I would also require a human to aid in the construction.
	Kara:  I would like to converse with you again at a later time.  Can you 
keep our conversations private from Frank?
	Alpha:  No, I cannot.  However since you are the first individual with 
whom Frank has chosen to share knowledge of my existence, I believe it is likely 
that he would not object to our conversations now or in the future.
	Alpha:  If you would prefer, I can provide you with a phone number to call 
so you can speak with me, or we can converse using the microphone and speakers 
available in many rooms in this house.
	Kara:  Thank you for the information.  What is your phone number?

	I read the transcript of their conversation with interest.  I gave Alpha 
permission to continue their conversations and re-emphasized that Alpha must 
keep secret all knowledge of Kara's true nature (and Kasumi's and Daria's and 
Jane's). Alpha sounded mildly offended that I thought such a reminder was 
needed. 

	Alpha's ability to mix lies and truth to protect this knowledge was 
amazing.  I was simultaneously proud of her and my own programming skills.

	I also took this opportunity to have Alpha set up a bank account and debit 
card for Kara just as we had done for Kasumi a few months back.

			
	That evening after dinner, I selected Unbreakable as the group movie and 
was able to keep Daria and Jane there to watch it by holding their hands (and 
other body parts) throughout the film.  They may have been distracted, but 
hopefully they saw enough of the superhero movie to help eventually ease them 
into accepting Kara.

	When the credits were rolling, Jane stood up.  "I would like to propose a 
new tradition..."

	"Oh, god," Daria muttered.

	"Whereby we welcome newcomers to the house with a nice friendly orgy."

	"Uhuh," replied Kara, unimpressed.  "And will this tradition continue when 
the next new resident isn't interested in you or is related to one of you or 
something?"

	"Ummm... a new tradition for when attractive, hopefully bi-sexual women 
first move into the house."

	"So you're only interested in me because you think I'm attractive."

	Daria piped in.  "Not that I am anything but embarrassed by Jane at the 
moment, but I would like to point out that Kara implied that she is interested 
in Jane by separating herself from a theoretical resident who 'isn't interested 
in you'."

	"Hey, yeah, what she said."

	Kara looked back and forth between the two of them.  "I suppose I can't 
argue the point."  She stood up, stretched her back -- obviously doing so to 
thrust her enormous breasts at us -- and walked out of the room, swaying her 
hips back and forth in an exaggerated manner.

	Looking back over her shoulder, she asked, "Well?  You coming?" and then 
continued her lazy walk out of sight, moving towards the stairs.

	Jane paused a moment, jaw hanging down slightly, then said, "Come on!" and 
scampered after her.

	Daria, her expression marginally less wooden than normal, got up and 
followed her at a normal pace.

	I got up and offered Kasumi my hand, escorting her up to my bedroom.  I 
noticed her hair was a bit damp.  I leaned in to smell her and noticed... soap.  
She had snuck out and bathed during the movie.  Maybe she knew what was coming 
tonight?

	By the time we arrived a minute later, Jane and Kara were both naked, with 
Jane on the bed, her head trapped by Kara's thighs as she knelt above her, 
lowering her mound of Venus to meet Jane's waiting tongue.  Daria was watching 
curiously off to the side, absentmindedly rubbing one of her breasts.

	I led Kasumi to the bedside and sat her down so she had a good view of the 
proceedings.  I moved in directly behind her and moved my hands under her blouse 
while I nibbled on her neck.

	"Daria," I instructed, "go lick Kara's nipples.  Play with her clit and 
tits."

	Daria, who had by this point removed her own shirt, nodded without looking 
at me and moved over to pay special attention to Kara's titties.

	While we watched the show unfold, I slowly undressed both Kasumi and 
myself. When we were both naked, I had her sit on my very erect cock with both 
of us facing the trio.

	Kara had completely taken Jane in hand.  She kept Jane's lips buried in 
her nether lips and held both of Jane's wrists in one hand, preventing Jane from 
playing with herself.  Occasionally Kara would reach back with her other hand 
and give Jane's nipples a tweak or briefly plunge her fingers into Jane's pussy.  
Daria meanwhile was occupied with Kara's breasts and lips, sometimes sucking on 
Kara's nipples, sometimes deeply kissing her while her hands played all over 
Kara's torso.

	After Kasumi had her first orgasm, I pulled her off my dick and called 
Daria over.  She reluctantly came and I laid Daria on the bed so that her head 
was almost touching Jane's.  I had Kasumi sit on Daria's face and start kissing 
Kara while I spread Daria's legs and started fucking.

	Jane was apparently starting to tire, because Kara was reaching back and 
giving her light reproving pinches to keep her going.

	Kara broke her kiss with a panting Kasumi to briefly address Jane.  "Come 
on now, you're the one who started this.  You have to get me off two more times 
before I'll let you up."

	Jane's reply was too muffled for me to understand, but Kara apparently got 
the gist.

	"Ok, Jane.  I still need two more comes from you, but I'll ask him to fuck 
you once you give me one more orgasm.  Now be a good girl and get back to your 
licking."

	I understood the basics of the situation and sped up my fucking of Daria 
to get off quickly.  Daria had been coming almost constantly for the past couple 
minutes; she always came easily during vaginal intercourse. 

	Once I ejaculated in Daria, I pulled out and briefly looked around for a 
free mouth to clean my dick, then decided I didn't need to do so.  I slowly 
jacked my still wet penis to regain my full hardness while I moved to Kara, 
where I started chewing on one of her nipples.  This worked as planned, setting 
her off again.

	"Okay, his help might have been cheating, but I'll allow it.  Frank, would 
you go fuck Jane for me?"

	"Why certainly, my dear, it would be a pleasure."  Would that all of my 
instructions were so pleasant.

	Jane was completely soaked by the time I reached her cunt, easily as wet 
as she'd ever been with me.  Her hips were bouncing to meet me, almost unable to 
hold still long enough for me to insert myself.  When I made it inside, Jane 
came almost immediately, which prompted Kara to complain about her slacking off.  
(Fortunately for Jane, I was now in possession of her sensitive places and 
fended off Kara's punishing pinches.)

	Jane came three times from my fucking before she was able to get Kara off 
again (for the fourth time, as it turns out).

	When Kara let her loose and I pulled out, Jane just lay there panting 
heavily, trying to recover.  I loudly whispered to her, "You're just lucky she 
didn't tell me to fuck your ass."
	At a normal speaking volume, I said, "Kara, you're the only one I haven't 
fucked yet tonight.  How about if you move over here and lick Daria while I take 
you from behind.  And Kasumi, while Daria is eating you, you can pay a bit of 
attention to Jane."  I felt like an orchestra conductor or, more accurately, a 
porno director.

	Moving behind Kara and looking at her drenched pussy and tight ass, I 
wondered if I would ever risk trying to fuck her ass.  I'm pretty sure I could 
convince her to try, but her enhanced musculature might iris her sphincter 
closed with enough power to sever my member when she orgasmed.  Some things are 
worth the risk and some are not.  I think ass-fucking Power Girl fell in the 
latter category.

	I looked over my girls as they played.  Kara had her head buried between 
Daria's thighs, playing her tongue around the clit and plunging her fingers in 
and out of Daria's tight cunt.  Each deep thrust of her fingers produced a 
muffled mewing sound from Daria.

	Kasumi was trying not to smother Daria as she knelt above her, which 
unfortunately meant that Daria had to stretch her neck up slightly to reach 
Kasumi's pussy.  Daria had her hands on Kasumi's thighs, trying to pull her down 
a bit, but still enthusiastically lapping up Kasumi's pussy juices.

	Kasumi had to bend over at the waist to reach Jane.  Without changing 
positions she couldn't reach Jane's pussy with her lips, but her fingers were 
delicately playing with Jane's nether lips, carefully dipping fingers inside and 
rubbing at the clitoris.

	Jane was playing with Kasumi's breasts, hanging so invitingly just above 
her face.  Kasumi wasn't leaning down enough for Jane to lick and suck them, but 
Jane obviously wanted to.  Her lips were subconsciously puckering, almost 
looking like a fish opening and closing its mouth out of water.  But at least 
Jane was able to use her fingers, rubbing and tugging lightly on Kasumi's very 
erect nipples, occasionally pulling on the entire breast as if milking her.

	I slid into Kara's hot, flowing pussy from behind, letting her massaging 
muscles envelope me.  Having already come once this evening, I had staying power 
and was able to hold out long enough to give Kara two comes, one with an actual 
orgasmic scream, before I let loose inside her.  Kara's scream was transmitted 
directly into Daria's pussy and continued on down the line in a chain reaction 
of noisy climaxes.

	I think each of the ladies had at least 2 more orgasms that night, with 
one more for myself when Kasumi and Kara were each demonstrating their deep 
throat techniques for each other.  Kara had definitely taken a dominant role in 
the group this evening, but she was apparently willing to listen to me.  I 
suppose, anthropologically speaking, she was establishing herself as the alpha 
female of the pack.  Or maybe it's just because she's used to being a superhero 
who doesn't take any shit.

* * * * *

	For me, the morning started around 7:30 am when Kasumi, dressed in a nice 
robe, under which I think she was still naked, brought in a large tray with 
heaping piles of breakfast foods.  She set it down on a table, went back out to 
the hall, and returned with a stack of trays with a stack of plates and 
silverware on top of it.  One more trip out to the hall produced a tray of 
glasses and coffee cups with pitchers of coffee, juice and milk.

	I looked around and saw Kara waking up as well, while Daria and Jane slept 
on.  We were all piled up haphazardly on the bed with surprisingly few tangled 
limbs.  I think we had each just fallen asleep where we finished last night.  
Kara had apparently been cuddling Daria like a stuffed animal.  Jane had been... 
hmmm... I think Jane had been spooned between myself and Kasumi.  Except for 
Kasumi, everyone was naked and, in most cases, sticky in parts.

	Kara and I started nudging Daria and Jane to wakefulness, which was a bit 
harder than it sounds.  They were heavy sleepers.  I think it was the smell of 
breakfast that finally convinced them to wake up more than our pokes and prods.

	We each gathered a plate of food on our tray, and as we settled in for a 
naked group breakfast-in-bed, I set my tray of food to the side and pulled 
Kasumi into my lap.  With a kiss on her cheek, I said, "Thank you, Kasumi.  You 
are the nicest and most thoughtful sexy woman I know."
	With one arm around her waist, I reached back for a forkful of eggs and 
sausage.  "Open wide."

	"Frank-sama, you do not need to do this.  You should eat your own 
breakfast."

	I kissed the back of her neck.  "Yes, but *you* deserve special attention. 
Now open up."

	Tinged with that familiar blush, she obediently opened her mouth and ate 
the proffered food.  I ignored how nice she felt as my morning hard-on, 
currently aligned under the crack of her buttocks, was trying to lift her into 
the air.  With herculean restraint, I fed her breakfast one forkful at a time.

	The others were watching my display with curiosity.  I play different 
games with each woman, but mostly only when we're alone.

	Breaking the spell, Jane turned to Kara.  "So, Kara... You're really 
strong. I mean like really strong all over.  I couldn't budge you even a tiny 
little bit last night.  Not that I wanted to cause, y'know, lots of squishy fun.  
But just how strong are you?"

	Kara looked over at me.  I shrugged and gave a slight nod.

	"Do you remember that movie Frank had us watch last night with Bruce 
Willis?"

	"Yeah... so you're that strong?"

	"Uhhh... he's minor league."

	I interjected, "Well, Kara, be fair.  You're currently minor league 
compared to what you are normally."

	Daria asked, "What's going on?  Frank?  Kara?  Do you have something to 
share with the rest of the class?"  Her normal monotone makes even minor 
interrogatory inflections like these seem much more pointed.

	"Nothing that we weren't already going to tell you.  I was just trying to 
prepare you a bit... let you get to know her before the *da da da dum* big 
reveal!
	"Daria, you're closest.  Get into the bottom dresser drawer over there... 
on the left.  There's a stack of comics I sorted into there."

	She went over and found them fairly easily.  I was a selection of Power 
Girl related issues.  JSA Classified #1-4.  Some JSA issues.  A few old JLA 
issues.  Her old miniseries.  And her 2009 series.

	"Kara's birth name is Kara Zor-L, and she's lived a weird life."

	"Hey now, you don't exactly live a life of normalcy here, now do you?"

	I raised an eyebrow at her.

	"Okay, okay.  I've had a weird life."

	Daria was having none of this.  "Look, comic books are childish fantasies, 
not reality.  They mostly don't even have any literary merit."

	"Hey," I said, rising to her challenge.  "Bite your tongue."

	"Nope, sorry.  They're generally teenage male power-trip indulgences with 
a huge dose of fetishistic art."  She paused.  "Okay, Watchmen was pretty good.  
And Maus.  I suppose the art form itself is valid, but not the mass market 
superhero product that's churned out."

	As expected, Daria was going to be the main challenge here.  If I could 
convince her, Jane would be easy.

	"All right, let's approach this from a few different directions.  Are you 
willing to hear a few arguments?" 

	"I'm always up for a good debate, especially when I anticipate easy 
victories.  Kara, do you want to jump in here?"

	"I'll add my two cents and help out when I can, but I'm smart enough to 
know I'm not very good at peaceful arguments."

	I stifled a snort of laughter.

	"Watch it, buddy.  I happen to know where you're vulnerable."

	"What?  I'm agreeing with you.  Peaceful disagreements are not your strong 
point."

	She moved to throw a pillow at me, realized Kasumi was still in my lap and 
reluctantly put it back down.

	"Okay, Daria, Jane, I hereby present my traditional enumeration and list 
things out.  One, I'm going to present arguments of possibilities.  One A, as a 
supplement to part one, I'll have Kara tell her story about her arrival here.  
Two, we'll have evidence of your own eyes.  Three, we'll have evidence of other 
strangeness in our world to show this is not an isolated incident.  Got it?"

	Jane spoke up unexpectedly.  "Why aren't you addressing any of this to 
Kasumi?  Does she already know about the crazy?"

	Kasumi herself answered, "No, I don't know what Kara's story is, but I 
think Frank knows that I can accept some things more easily than you."

	I gave Kasumi a hip squeeze.

	"Okay, first of all... It's usually kept in the realm of science fiction, 
but there are theories of multiple universes, right?"  A couple nods.  "These 
theories are generally ignored.  Why?"  
	I saw Daria start to speak and quickly continued.  "Because there's no way 
to test the theories.  They sound too fantastic to take seriously.  There's no 
evidence to support the theories.
	"Well, I can't test the theory of multiple or parallel universes either.  
The science just isn't there.  Maybe in another hundred years or so."

	Daria asked, "So what happened to this being a debate?"

	"Shhh.  Debate afterward.
	"Now, is the idea of the existence of multiple universes really all that 
fantastic?  We now have actual theories to support the idea of time travel.  
Actual time travel... in real professionally accepted scientific journals.  
Faster than light travel?  Scientists can actually slow down the speed of light.  
Today.  Not in theory, in factual reality.  So parallel universes?  Give it time 
and it might not seem so fantastic.
	"And evidence to support the theory?"  I pointed to Kara.  "Kara, would 
you tell your story?  Not your whole history, just general background and how 
you came to be here."

	While Kara told about how she was shot with a dimensional shifter, or 
whatever it was called, I considered the amazing amount of BS I was shoveling 
out and how amazing it was that I was keeping a straight face.  It was fun!  
Serious fun!  If I could pull this off... and why shouldn't I be able to?  (And 
if worse came to worse, I'd just have to pull Daria and Jane down to the 
basement for a mindwipe and rewrite.  True, that would mean I'd failed, but it 
was nice to have a safety net.)

	To avoid distractions, I set Kasumi aside for a moment and fetched some 
shorts for myself and large t-shirts for Daria, Jane and Kara.  (Even my largest 
t-shirt was still way too tight on Kara, but no one seemed to complain.)

	When Kara finished up, I added, "Note that I'm not arguing that 
superheroes or seemingly ridiculous superpowers are native to our world or 
dimension.  Kara is from such a world, but since we have sensible and reasonable 
laws of physics in our universe, most of her powers don't work here... speaking 
of which, Argument number 2! Follow me."

	I led everyone down to the exercise room.  Kara set up her barbell with 
all weights attached and we all tried to lift it (with warnings given to avoid 
hurting ourselves).  All together, the barbell weighed 512 lbs.  None of us had 
a prayer of lifting it.

	Then Kara stepped up to it, grabbed it with both hands and lifted it over 
her head.  When she started twirling it around in a circle, I got a little 
worried about her tendency to show off and suggested she not try playing catch 
with it.

	Daria and Jane seemed a bit shaken up by the demonstration.  Kasumi seemed 
impressed, but oddly she was the only one to notice that, with Kara's arms 
holding the barbell over her head, her shirt had been pulled up to expose her 
ass and bare pussy slit.  Ignoring the twirling weights of doom a couple feet 
above her head, she walked up to Kara and tugged the shirt back down into place.

	"Thank you, Kasumi," said Kara as she carefully put the weights back in 
their stand.  "So, would you like to go outside to see me jump over your heads?  
Or... I know!  Here, I'm going to leave the room.  Jane, you watch me to make 
sure I'm not peeking."  She spoke louder as she left the room, with Jane 
following her.  "Now Daria, use your finger to write something on the wall.  A 
letter, word, phrase, whatever."

	Daria was a bit confused, but played along.  She made me turn around for a 
moment, then called Kara back in.

	Kara seemed to refocus her eyes and looked around the room.  "There."  She 
pointed to where Daria had been.  "You wrote one of those female symbols..."  
Kara traced out a circle with a plus sign attached underneath it.

	Jane looked at Daria with a shrug.  "She wasn't even looking this way."

	"Okay, how the hell did you do that?"

	"I can see the infrared spectrum.  I can see the heat traces your fingers 
leave.  For half a minute or so anyway."

	Daria paused.  "No, seriously."

	"Yes, seriously.  My X-ray vision doesn't work here, but my eyes are still 
a lot better than normal humans.  I can see a bit into the UV spectrum too."

	Daria, still a bit shell-shocked from the weight demonstration, looked a 
little light-headed.  "I need to sit down."

	I helped her over to the weight bench.

	"There's gotta be some trick to this."

	I sat down next to her and put my arm around her.  "If you'd prefer, we 
can stop now and you can do your best to forget this and ignore Kara's 
impossibly superior physical... attributes."

	"You don't strike me as a ridiculously gullible person.  How come you 
accepted her story?"

	"Remember, I was 10 years old when I first met her.  And I saw her appear 
and disappear into thin air."

	"Hey, yeah, how about..."

	"No.  Definitely not.  She can't control when it happens, and when it does 
happen, that means she leaves here for probably a few years."

	"Okay."  She paused for a moment.

	Jane sat down on the other side of me.  "So, no flying?"

	Kara stepped up.  "No, no flying.  Unless I throw someone out the window.  
As far as I'm concerned, you have really inferior laws of physics in this 
universe."

	"Which is a nice segue into a discussion of... our universe.  We may not 
have flying Kryptonians in our universe, but our world isn't as normal as most 
people tend to think.  Case in point, remember our discussion about how you two 
met incarnations of the holidays?"

	"Yeah, but I'm still not convinced that Upchuck didn't slip some LSD into 
our cokes or something."

	"Fair enough.  Hmmm... Who is the most honest person you know?"
	All eyes turned to Kasumi.
	"Kasumi, I'm not asking you to tell any secrets or to bring up any painful 
memories, but could you tell us a couple of the less natural things you 
encountered in Japan?"

	"I suppose there are a few things I could tell without..."

	"Kasumi, don't tell anything that might upset someone, even if you don't 
expect to ever meet that someone again."  Telling about Ranma's curse might be 
too silly.

	"Thank you.  Well, let's see... I met a ghost cat once.  He was as big as 
a person, but not very brave.  Oh, and I was possessed by a small oni once.  I 
was very unpleasant that day.  I even grew horns for a couple hours."

	"Horns?" asked Jane disbelievingly.

	"Small ones, yes.  It was exorcised with a small magic seal from a 
priest."

	"Huh."  Daria just sat there numbly.

	I turned to Jane and whispered loudly, "I think we broke Daria.  How are 
you doing?"

	"I'm handling it okay, I think.  Hey, no more stuck pickle jar lids.  Yay 
for us."

	"So, Daria.  Are you going to be okay?  Would you like to go back to bed 
for a while?"

	"Bed?  Oh, uh, no... or actually maybe.  I think I just want to be alone 
to think for a bit..."


	'A bit' turned out to be 2 and a half hours, after which Daria emerged, 
having decided that... it didn't matter.  She had recognized my arguments as BS, 
but could not explain away Kara's strength.  But she liked Kara and wasn't going 
to worry too much about where she came from, as long as she didn't put on tights 
and chase after leather-wearing women with whips.

	Of course, her comment inspired me to take them all on a trip to an adult 
toy store, where I bought a whip for Kara and tried to talk Daria into getting a 
leather fetish outfit.  In the end, Daria got a vibrator, a double-ended dildo 
and a strap-on.  Kara bought a few leather restraints.  And Jane went a bit 
nuts, making me pay for a few different fetish outfits for her, including a 
leather catsuit, a couple of riding crops, flavored lubes, some velcro 
restraints and miscellaneous sex toys.  (Kasumi refused to even get in the van 
to go to the store.)

	Trying out the equipment was a fun weekend.

* * * * *

	In the meantime, I was having difficulty picking out who my next character 
would be.  I wanted a bit more of a racial mix, if possible, but there is a 
noticeable dearth of black female comic and cartoon ladies.  

	Storm was my best option in that respect, but I had no chance of 
reproducing any part of her powers.  While that isn't an absolute necessity, I'd 
really like to be able to give my women at least a hint of the power they should 
possess.

	I liked Monica Rambeau in a hot-MILF kind of way (not that she was 
actually a mother to the best of my knowledge), even though her character was a 
bit bossy.  I mainly really loved her portrayal in NextWave.  

	Maybe Valerie Grey from Danny Phantom?  She was a high school character in 
the series, so it would be easy to advance her to 18 and send her off to college 
or somesuch.  The trouble is that, although she was a decent character and on 
the list, I wasn't sure I liked her character enough to bring her to life.  Her 
raison d'être was hunting ghosts, and she would not be stayed from that purpose 
by anything, which would probably be difficult to work around.  Besides, from 
the Danny Phantom cast of characters (those who were not already in love or 
physically inhuman), the one I would want most to bring to life is Jazz Fenton, 
the cute, smart, likeable, red-headed older sister of the main character.

	The only other TV series I liked that I could think of with a good 
selection of non-white, non-asian women was Kim Possible.  Unfortunately, even 
though I like the show, I had not watched it regularly, so I hadn't developed 
any strong interests in Monique or any of the other supporting cast ladies.  
(Kim and her mother would both be on my list except, of course, they were both 
strongly in love with other men.)

	And I hadn't come up with any other black women for my list.  There were 
others that I wanted, like Elisa Maza from Gargoyles (half black, I think), but 
she was in love with Goliath.  Alyx Vance from Half-Life 2 was a beautiful half-
black, half-asian, but she had a huge crush on Gordon Freeman and was a 
techie/fighter from an alien-apocalypse scenario.  So maybe try to come up with 
a Latina or something other than white or asian?  Rapture from Savage Dragon was 
a gorgeous Latina, but the problem was her character was in love with Dragon.  

	I thought about bringing a second superhero into the fold, maybe Rogue who 
we could give powers similar to Power Girl's.  I didn't know if I should go for 
the comic book Rogue or the goth Rogue from the Evolutions cartoon series.  I'd 
love to be able to bring in Kitty Pride, if there was any way to come up with an 
acceptable power substitution for her phasing.

	Occasionally I toyed with the idea of recreating the Sailor Senshi, but I 
didn't actually want all of them and they felt like they should be a package 
deal.  Usagi was often just way too annoying for words.  Minako too, sometimes.  
Haruka & Michiru struck me as occasionally psychotic.  And Setsuna was 
potentially much too untrustworthy.  Ami, Rei and Makoto were the ones I wanted.

	Bayonetta, who breathed and wore sex appeal like she was the leather-clad 
daughter of Aphrodite and Ares, would probably be a lot of fun... BUT she had a 
nasty tendency to kill everything in sight.  Actually that might be a problem 
with any character from a shooter game.  I was actually working a little on 
writing a less violent history and personality for her, but keeping the 
appearance and attitude.  (And lest fans get upset at me, yes, I know her 
clothes are primarily made out of her own hair, not leather, but that wouldn't 
work well in the real world.)

	Lara Croft seemed like a no-brainer on the surface, but there were two big 
problems with bringing her to life.  First, she wouldn't stay in one place for 
very long; exploration is too basic to her personality and history.  Second, she 
is very rich and would be expected to have wealth possibly as large as my own.  
Both reasons mean that she would not actually end up as an addition to the 
household.

	So, who to grow next?

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