The Space Future Is Female: Part 2
April 3, 2019
SPACE BATTLE (Part 2) There’s a trail of cold bodies clinging to one side of the space station – I see some friends of mine floating there, too. Alejandra’s charred spacesuit nudges against the crumpled figure of Danielle… I’m feeling anger at the sight of my sister space marines left for lost like that; but it looks like I won’t have to wait long to vent my anger on the male pricks who did this – there’s fighting just around the corner from us. The airlock door whooshes open — I’m glad I’m not one of the first men to try to breach the door, because those dudes are seriously FUCKED. They don’t last even a second as the women hammer them with plasma machine pew pew bursts. They’re human piñatas getting whacked; when they’re done soaking up our target practice, they smack the floor in a smoldering pile of boom. Then, as if we needed MORE entertainment, another circle jerk tries to bust through the doorway. The girls pummel them with a lethal barrage that pewpewpews six guys instantly. Now there’s a carpet of cashed men at the airlock door; it’s like a twisted welcome mat for the rest of the men waiting to barge inside. To be continued...."
