In a comfortable cabin, in a spaceship, in what is to us the far, far future, there are two women. The younger is a teenage girl with dark brown hair and black eyes. Her friends had seen almost frighetening changes in mood in her before, but they had always seemed tempered by her other moods. The other was an increadibly tall and slender woman with blue hair with orange ends. Her strange beauty was multiplied by the fact that her eyes were slanted diginally upward. Her eyes were the same blue as her hair. She looked as if she was about to shout at the girl from fusteration, but with the experience of years of practice with especially stubborn heads of state helping her, she witheld the explosion.
The Girl: Are you sure your hair's not dyed, Alea?
Alea: (She's asked that five times this week...) Very sure dear. The color comes from my patricular power, you know, the blue fire?
The Girl: Oh, I see. What did you come in here to talk about?
Alea: It's about the other survivers of the explosion of your planet.
The Girl: Yes, the Earth that wasn't Earth. Or prehaps that isn't accurate... Prehaps because we believed that it was Earth, home of the human race, it became so in our minds...
Alea: *ahem* Yes, anyway, we finally found another surviver. We picked him up and began to bring him here. Unfortunitely, we were shot down and most of us managed to escape. Our charge fell sick, however, and we could not heal him, even using all the medicinal knowledge acumblated over the years, even from the days of Old Earth.
The Girl: Get to the point, please.
Alea: Yes anyway, he died, and as he did so he told us that there were no more survivers, and then he gave us a folder of drawings for you.
Alea held out a folder with peices of paper sticking out of it in all directions. The Girl took it. Then she blinked. She looked up at Alea.
The Girl: Do you mean... I'm alone? I'm the last human ever?
Her eyes were wide and filled with tears. Her hands shook, and the folder fell out of them.
Alea: *weary and sad sigh* Yes dear, you are. I am so sorry, but I'm afriad you are the last human. The last of the first race ever to explore this wonderful universe of ours. I'm so sorry, dear.
Alea took the suddenly very young girl into the arms and stroked her hair. After a few minutes, the girl pushed her away picked up the drawings. Her eyes widened as she sorted through the drawings. She reached on in patricular. It's title was "Manga Girl." The Girl smiled a bitter smile. She remembered the friend she had had back home. He was a wonderful atrist, and took inspirations from all styles of fan art. He was a good friend of hers, and she regarded him with the wry affection of a girl to her guy friend, and occainsianly she dreamed of more between them.And now she was alone. Terriablly alone. The Girl had started to shake. Her mind became unstable, and began to split into five. The Girl collasped as she went into convlusions. She screamed an agonized scream with five voices. Alea drew back. Her scream faded out, and The Girl lay on the floor, out cold.
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