Earth Girl 

by GeekSeven

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[Author's Note: This is the fifth short story featuring Stupendous Girl, the
others are: Santa Girl, Cupid Girl, Shamrock Girl and Stupendously Evil Girl.

Lines 250-310 are a gratuitous sex scene that you can safely ignore if you
wish.]

*****

White-hot molten steel ran down Stupendous Girl's breasts and across her firm,
invulnerable nipples...

"Randall! Are you paying attention?" shouted General Otten, snapping Randall
out of his daydream. He found his mind wandering to fantasies about Stupendous
Girl and her luscious, invulnerable body whenever he was not near her.

Randall Dixon, Earth's official liaison to Stupendous Girl, was giving an
update to his superiors and once again he was surprised that they had not fired
him. He was supposed to briefing them on Stupendous Girl's activities over
Easter.

"So how many of the chocolate eggs went hypersonic before you were able to
intervene?" asked the U.N. Under-Secretary for Extra-Solar Affairs.

"She threw 23 in total," replied Randall. "Only one of them hit anything in
the air: a small private plane. The egg tore through the cockpit and most of
the pilot's torso, killing him instantly. Stupendous Girl was able to intercept
the plane and bring it safely to the ground, so the two passengers survived."

"Of the other 22 eggs, 15 landed in rural areas causing no significant damage.
One hit an office building downtown and punched a hole through a stockbroker's
head."

The General and the Under-Secretary both laughed. "Do we count that as a win
or a loss?"

Randall smiled cautiously. His assumption was that every death that could be
attributed to Stupendous Girl would ultimately be held against him. "That
determination is beyond my pay grade," he deadpanned.

He continued the run-down. "Four landed in residential areas, causing
significant property damage, but no loss of life." He held up a photograph of a
three-family home that had collapsed after a chocolate egg coated with a sweet
material from Supremis that protected it against heat, and propelled by
Stupendous Girl at hypersonic speed had taken out most of the ground floor. The
other two eggs landed in the ocean. It's possible that one of them may have
taken out a whale; we're still not sure about that."

"After that, the Easter Egg Hunt went pretty smoothly. Although some of the
children were a little confused by Stupendous Girl's outfit."

The General looked over the full set of photographs from Easter. He paused on
a picture of Stupendous Girl posing in fishnet stockings, a black silk teddy
with a puffy white tail on her butt and a pair of bunny ears on her head. "I'll
say one thing for Stupendous Girl: she always knows how to dress to the
occasion."

Randall blushed slightly. "Yes, there was some confusion between the Easter
Bunny and a Playboy Bunny." Even captured in a photograph, it was hard to look
at Stupendous Girl without becoming overwhelmed by his attraction to her.

The General slipped the photograph into his briefcase. "I think that's one for
the, um, private collection."

The Under-Secretary leaned forward and looked straight at Randall. "Another
excellent job, Randall."

"But, but, two people died!" said Randall.

The Under-Secretary nodded. He pulled out a sheet of paper and placed it in
front of Randal. "Sign this. Your security clearance is now Sigma-8."

Randall signed. "What was it before?"

"Sigma-5, I think. Anyway, you're now cleared to know about all of Stupendous
Girl's activities from before you became her liaison. You think it's bad that
two people died, and you're right: it's a tragedy. But comparatively speaking,
it's a triumph." He walked over to a filing cabinet, rummaged around for a bit
and then pulled out an aerial photograph of a large hole in the ground.

"This is what's left of the town of Twin Springs, Idaho. Last year, a little
girl wrote to Stupendous Girl asking if she could bring chocolate eggs for the
whole town. Stupendous Girl delivered a five thousand-ton egg made of solid
chocolate at a speed of over six thousand miles an hour. Apparently she got the
idea from a children's book. 2,437 people were killed instantaneously. Compared
to that, one eviscerated fly boy and a headless stockbroker are a bargain."

"So you're not going to fire me?" asked Randall.

The General and the Under-Secretary laughed again. "Are you kidding?" said the
General. "You're the best liaison we've ever had!"

Randall was confused. "You mean, I'm not the first?"

The Under-Secretary shook his head. "You think you were top of the list for
this position? A junior civil servant with less than three years experience?
Our first pick was a retired Admiral. He lasted about six hours before he died
from a heart attack."

"What happened?" asked Randall.

"She did. You may have noticed that Stupendous Girl is a very... arousing
individual to be around. She provokes strong feelings and passions just by her
presence. If you spend any significant time around her, then those passions can
become overwhelming. The Admiral lusted himself to death."

Randall nodded. He knew from experience how overwhelming it was to be around
such a paragon of grace, beauty and power. "That's why I was thinking that a
straight woman or a gay man might be better choices for liaison," he said.

"You would think so, wouldn't you?" replied the Under-Secretary.
"Unfortunately that was not the case. One liaison was a staunchly heterosexual
woman who found herself unable to resist Stupendous Girl's natural pheromones
and threw herself at her. Stupendous Girl freaked out and pushed her through a
wall. Well, most of her went through the wall. Even people who do not exhibit
sexual attraction to Stupendous Girl find that other passions are aroused
beyond the point where they can cope. Of the six people who held the post of
liaison before you, none lasted more than two days. Four are dead, one is
horribly maimed beyond comprehension and the other is completely insane."

"I've been in this job for two months," said Randall. "How is that possible?"

"We selected you very carefully," said the General. "Your psychological
profile indicates that you are almost pathologically lacking in passion. You
have no hobbies, no interests outside work and not a romantic bone in your
body, as far as we can tell. You were the nearest thing we could find to a
robot, frankly."

Randall felt insulted at first, but on reflection he realized that they were
right. Until he had met Stupendous Girl, there had been nothing in life that
had aroused any kind of passion in him. Now she meant everything to him.

"I'm betting that even you find it difficult to be around Stupendous Girl
without becoming overwhelmed," continued the General, "but you're a hundred
times better off than a normal human being would be."

"There's something I'm confused about," said Randall. "If Stupendous Girl is
so destructive, why don't we just ask her to leave? I'm sure she would if we
asked nicely."

The Under-Secretary nodded. "You're right, she probably would. Unfortunately
there are strategic and political considerations." He pulled out another sheet
of paper and placed it in front of Randall. "Sign this for Sigma-10 clearance."

When Randall had signed, he continued. "We agreed to host Stupendous Girl as a
favor to the Royal Advisory Council of Supremis. She is fourth in line to the
throne and inexplicably popular with the people of Supremis. The monarchy is
embroiled in a series of scandals and they are afraid that Stupendous Girl
might be used as a figurehead by those who want to overthrow the government. By
sending her out into the field, she gains experience and stays out of the way
of Supremis politics. If we sent her back, we would be insulting the Queen of a
planet of superwomen. Does that sound like a good idea to you?"

"Not really," said Randall. "But why did we agree to it in the first place?"

"Because the galaxy is a dangerous place." He pulled another set of
photographs out of the filing cabinet. They showed a fleet of
unpleasant-looking spaceships. "This is an expeditionary force from the
'Instrumentality of the Unladen Claw', an aggressively expansive species of
carnivorous arthropods. Those ships wield enough firepower to level every city
on Earth in less than a day."

He pulled out some more photographs. The first showed a field of debris that
appeared to be pieces of the ships from the previous picture. A small circle
had been drawn around one portion of the photograph. The second photograph was
a zoomed in view of that small portion, showing Stupendous Girl punching
through the armored cockpit of a small fighter craft. Randall stared at the
photograph. She looked so vulnerable, naked in the cold vacuum of space except
for her tiny skirt and cropped top.

"Stupendous Girl intercepted the alien fleet at around 10 Astronomical Units
from Earth. The battle lasted for half an hour. Our analysts say that the
entire U.S. Navy would last less than a minute against her. That should give
you some idea of how powerful that fleet was."

Randall was puzzled. "How did you take these photographs."

The General coughed. "That's classified. Sigma-15. At least."

The Under-Secretary continued. "We are very lucky to have a Supremis warrior
assigned to protect the planet; there are a lot of worlds that are not so
fortunate and there are a lot of aggressive alien empires out there who would
love to expand into this sector. Having Stupendous Girl here sends a message to
these empires about Earth: it is defended. We'd be insane to throw that away.
The compromise we had to accept was that the 'warrior' we received was a
spoiled, somewhat silly princess."

"Now then," said the General, "how are you preparing for tomorrow?"

"What's tomorrow?"

"Earth Day!"

Randall had not thought about Earth Day at all, having been so focused on
Easter. "Do you think she'll want to celebrate Earth Day?" he asked.

"Of course! She's obsessed with fitting in on Earth. Earth - Earth Day!"
shouted the General. "Do you know why GM stopped selling Hummers?" he added.

Randall was confused by the sudden change in topic. "No. Why?"

"Because last Earth Day, somebody told Stupendous Girl they were bad for the
environment and she threw 1000 of them from the Earth to the Moon! There's a
pile of wrecked Hummers in the Sea of Tranquility sixty feet high. About half
of them still had people inside. She also sunk the entire Japanese whaling
fleet, which was officially blamed on a freak typhoon. Took out a dozen whales
at the same time; without realizing it, of course."

Randall turned pale. He had not talked to Stupendous Girl about Earth Day at
all, and he had no idea what she might have planned. She would want to help
humanity look after the Earth, but Stupendous Girl's help generally came with
strings attached in the form of a high body count.

"I should get back to the City..."

*****

When he arrived at Stupendous Girl's penthouse apartment, four hours later, he
found the lovely superwoman trying on a new outfit. She wore a pair of blue and
white hiking sandals, a pair of tight denim shorts with the word "peace"
embroidered down one side, and a loose, tie-dyed top that exposed a tremendous
amount of cleavage and a side view of her breasts. Her normally golden blonde
hair was now a bright shade of red, as if she had applied henna, and was held
back by a blue headband with a tree symbol emblazoned on the front.

She was poking at her breasts with an annoyed expression on her face.

"What are you doing, Chrissy?" he asked. Chrissy was the name that Stupendous
Girl had adopted for her close friends to address her by. It was derived from
her nickname during childhood, which was the name of a Supremis flower that
resembled an Earth chrysanthemum.

"It is very annoying, Randall!" she replied. "I cannot get my breasts to flop
about like the hippies I saw on the Internet! All they had to do was not wear a
bra and their breasts were flopping around all over the place, but my breasts
are just too firm."

Randall laughed. "Damn that gorgeous, super-body of yours!" He had a pair of
livid bruises on his chest that testified as to exactly how firm Stupendous
Girl's breasts were; she had hugged him a little too tightly the other day.

Chrissy put her hands on her hips and pouted. "I am serious, Randall. I want
to be an authentic crunchy granola babe and my breasts are all wrong! Come here
and feel."

Randall did not need to be asked twice. He walked over to Chrissy and placed
one hand on her top, over her right breast. He could feel a rock hard nipple
through the thin fabric.

Stupendous girl sighed, grabbed his hand and shoved it under her top so that
he was holding her bare breast. He cradled it and stroked it gently with his
now-aching hand, marveling once again at her skin being both soft to the touch
and harder than steel. His proximity to her and the feel of her perfect breast
in his hand aroused him instantly.

"Uh-oh!" said Stupendous Girl, "You must have been thinking about me all the
time you were away. I can hear the blood rushing to your male organ! Would you
like to engage in some recreational sex?"

Before Randall could answer, she reached out and gently stroked the bulge in
his pants. He came almost immediately, quivering with an intense orgasm brought
on by her slightest touch.

Stupendous Girl pouted again. "That is no fun," she said, "I wanted some
pleasurable feelings as well. Please get on your knees." She pushed down on his
shoulders with what was intended to be gentle pressure, but which sent him
crashing to his knees with incredible force. His left kneecap gave a sickening
crack and pain throbbed throughout his legs.

Stupendous Girl quickly removed her shorts and her panties. She rose in the
air and lowered herself onto Randall's upturned face, wrapping her legs around
his head and forcing herself onto his mouth. Her legs were not touching the
ground, but she was supporting herself completely through her ability to fly.
The idea of resisting her did not even cross Randall's mind, as he was
completely under the spell of her overwhelming presence.

Randall used his tongue to pleasure her. He felt the same sensation of
combined softness and strength that he had experience when touching her
breasts; he knew that Stupendous Girl could adjust the sensitivity of any part
of her body so that she could become aroused by his relatively feeble touch,
but it did not make her any less a woman of steel. His tongue was cut and
bruised by her most sensitive areas.

As Stupendous Girl became aroused, juices began to flow into Randall's mouth.
Their effect was powerfully erotic and he found himself climaxing again and
again as he continued to pleasure the impossible superwoman. Her thighs were
wrapped tightly around the lower part of his head and he hoped that she would
be able to control herself when she came. If she closed her legs even a tiny
amount, she would smash his jaw and if she closed them completely, his head
would explode like an overripe melon.

When Stupendous Girl reached climax, it was worse than Randall had hoped, but
not as bad as he had feared. Her legs quivered, at first just a little from
anticipation and then with greater strength as a powerful orgasm washed over
her. Randall felt the bones in his jaw shatter as her shaking thighs crushed
his face, but she was able to control herself enough to avoid killing him
outright.

Stupendous Girl executed a back flip and landed in front of the kneeling
Randall. "That was awesome!" she exclaimed. "Now it is your turn!" She reached
down and lifted him up. Randall started to protest that he was spent from the
orgasms that her juices had caused in him, but his broken jaw and torn-up
tongue made it too painful to speak.

She tore off his pants like they were made of tissue paper. She grabbed hold
of his buttocks firmly, bruising the flesh with her steely fingers and lifted
him into the air so that his crotch came up to her mouth. He was limp, but a
quick flick of her tongue was all it took to make him hard again. She took him
into her mouth.

Randall did not think he had another orgasm left inside him, but his body was
powerless against Stupendous Girl's erotic aura. When his climax came, it was
dry and painful, while at the same time the most pleasurable he had ever had.
Stupendous Girl removed him from her mouth and gently lowered him to his feet.
Although she had been as gentle as she could have been, he was bruised and
swollen from the action of her tongue. He collapsed to the ground, spent.

Stupendous Girl lay down next to him. "That was such fun!" she said.

Randall tried to form words with his broken mouth. "Hsptl! Nd hsptl!" he
slurred. The pain was incredible.

"Oh my goodness!" said Stupendous Girl, running her hand over the lower part
of his face and inadvertently causing Randall even more pain. "I did not
realize that I had hurt you! I am sorry!" She got to her feet. "Not too worry!
I have a surprise for you."

She left the room and returned with an alien device that looked a like a
hand-held lamp. She pointed the device at Randall and pulled the trigger. An
intense blue light washed over him.

"I asked the Royal Scientician to make it for me and it has just arrived from
Supremis. It is a healing ray!"

True to her word, the mysterious blue light was causing Randall's broken body
to knit itself back together. Within a minute, he felt better than when he had
walked in the door. He was tired, though. "That's amazing!" he said.

"It is based on a device that one of my ancestors would use during torture
sessions, back when the women of Supremis were less... enlightened than they
are now. If you are constantly healing your victim, then you can keep breaking
their bodies without fear of killing them accidentally," she said.

"That's horrible," said Randall. He was having trouble keeping his eyes open.

Stupendous Girl nodded. "There was a time when the women of Supremis had a
very different philosophy concerning those weaker than themselves, but we can
use the healing ray for a much more pleasurable purpose!" She lay on the ground
next to Randall. "So tell me: how was your meeting?"

Randall heard the words like they were spoken in a dream. "It was fine," he
replied, sleepily "We are both pawns in the great game of galactic politics."

"They told you about the group that wants to make me Queen? They would change
their minds in a hurry if they knew that I was involved with an alien male!"

Randall had almost completely drifted off. "Have to talk about Earth Day..."

Stupendous Girl stroked his forehead gently, barely removing the top layer of
skin. "No need. I have everything all planned for tomorrow. Sleep now. The
recreational sex and the healing ray have left you quite drained."

Randall fell into a deep sleep. He stirred briefly when Stupendous Girl lifted
him up and carried him over to her bed, but otherwise he slept like the dead.

*****

It was late in the morning on Earth Day when Randall was gently shaken awake
by Stupendous Girl, dislocating his shoulder. He was used to this by now; he
sat up in bed and popped his arm back into the socket with a firm shove.

Stupendous Girl was dressed in her Earth Day outfit and was clearly excited.
She flew around the apartment in a tizzy and threw various items of Randall's
clothing at him. "Get up! Get dressed!" she shouted, "We have to be in Oregon
in fifteen minutes!"

Randall dressed himself in a daze. "What are we doing in Oregon?"

Stupendous Girl floated in front of him with her hands on her hips; Randall
recognized this as the "lecture" pose she liked to hold while telling him some
new piece of information she had learned about Earth. "Well! I have just found
out that one of the oldest forests in the Northwest has been opened to logging.
Redwoods that are older than the United States are going to be put to the sword
to satisfy North America's need for toilet paper! We are going to join the
protesters."

Randall tried to clear his head by shaking it. He badly needed coffee and
breakfast, but he had a horrible feeling that he was not going to get either of
those things. "Are you sure that's such a good idea?" He asked, then he
realized that he did not have the energy for the conversation. "Can we stop at
'Doughnut Palace' on the way?"

Stupendous Girl shook her head. "Eat your unsustainably produced fried dough
snacks and drink your unfairly traded coffee another day, Randall! We can stop
at 'Vegan Pantry' for granola muffins and black tea with soy milk." Before
Randall could protest, she picked him up and tucked him under her arm. She
launched herself through the window, mercifully remembering to press the button
that opened it first, saving Randall from having to pick broken glass out of
his face, and flew up into the sky.

*****

A little later, they were flying across the country at hypersonic speeds that
made trying to eat his dense, chewy muffin and drink his luke-warm, over-stewed
tea a challenge. It could have been worse; it had taken Stupendous Girl a year
on Earth to get the hang of accelerating slow enough that a human could survive
being carried by her at high speed. A lot of people had died or suffered
serious brain injury in the meantime.

Stupendous Girl landed in a wooded area, containing a dirt road and scattered
with logging equipment. Four men stood in front of a large redwood, holding
chainsaws and revving them in a threatening manner. A pair of protesters were
sitting up in the branches of the tree: a young college-age girl and an
octogenarian woman. They were shouting and jeering at the lumberjacks below.

Stupendous Girl set Randall on the ground a little way back from the action
and marched into the disturbance. She placed herself between the
chainsaw-wielders and the tree and struck a defiant pose; legs wide, hands on
her curvaceous hips and perfect head raised high. She looked from man to man
with a steely glint in her dazzling blue eyes. "Leave this tree alone!" she
commanded.

The men looked at her and started laughing. "Ooh!" one of them jeered, "The
dirty hippie girl wants us to leave her tree alone. Ooh, I'm so scared of the
dirty hippie girl!"

Stupendous Girl had a confused expression on her face. "I did not intend to
frighten you and if you inspect me more closely, you will find that I am quite
clean."

This made the men laugh even harder. One of them began to advance on her,
holding his chainsaw out in front of him.

Randall stepped forward and approached the men. "Guys!" he shouted, struggling
to be heard over the chainsaws, "You really do not want to be messing with her.
Just take the day off. I'll clear it with your bosses."

One of the men approached him. "Who the hell are you?"

"I'm Randall Dixon and I'm with the government." Randall reached into his
pocket for his ID and realized that it was not in the pants or the jacket that
Stupendous Girl had picked out for him. "Shit. Look, I really am with the
government and you need to clear out, or there is going to be trouble."

The man stroked his beard, thoughtfully. "Thing is: there already is trouble.
See, we're not supposed to be logging right here, right now. Either you piss
off, or I'll have Claude over there," he gestured to the man advancing on
Stupendous Girl with a whirring chainsaw, "cut your girlfriend into tiny
pieces. One way or another, we are taking that tree down and I don't care who
gets hurt!"

Randall opened his mouth to reason with the man some more, but instead found
himself sighing. "Fuck it. If I'd had my morning coffee, I might give a crap.
It's your funeral."

Claude tried to circle around Stupendous Girl so that he could get a clear
shot at the redwood with his chainsaw, but she kept moving herself between him
and the tree. Frustrated, he lunged at her with the power tool, expecting her
to dodge out of the way when confronted with the reality of a buzzing chainsaw.
Instead, she stood her ground.

The chainsaw hit her in the center of her flat stomach; the chain and the
blade snapped immediately, unable to compete with Stupendous Girl's
impenetrable skin. The pieces of the chainsaw flew back towards Claude and hit
him in the face, turning his rugged features into hamburger and taking out half
of his brain. He slumped to the ground.

"Oh dear," said Stupendous Girl, "I did not mean to do harm to you."

The young woman in the tree started to cheer, but the older woman shushed her.
"A man just died," she admonished, "He may have been a bad man, but we still
should not celebrate."

The man who had spoken to Randall earlier started to freak out. "What the fuck
did she just do to Claude? What the fucking fuck? He wasn't really going to cut
you!" He ran over to his truck and pulled a shotgun out of the cab; he pointed
the shotgun at Randall's head and advanced on him slowly. "You get the fuck out
of here before I blow your brains out!" he shouted.

Stupendous Girl saw the man threatening Randall and immediately fired the twin
beams of her laser vision at the shotgun; the edge of one beam grazed the trunk
of the tree Stupendous Girl had been protecting and left a deep gash in the
mood. The metal parts of the gun glowed red hot and started to melt; the man
threw the gun away with a yelp, a millisecond before the shells inside
exploded. He was close enough to get a blast of shrapnel and he fell to the
ground with blood spurting out of his severed jugular.

The two remaining loggers looked confused; they had not had a very good view
of the events that had left their comrades injured and dying. They started up
their chainsaws and started walking towards Randall.

Randall backed away from them, holding the palms of his hands out in front of
him. "Guys, guys, guys!" he said, "This is not productive. Put the chainsaws
down and maybe she'll let you go."

The men laughed. They looked askance at where Stupendous Girl was standing.
"What's the bimbo going to do to us? Giggle us to death?" said one of them. He
swung his chainsaw towards Randall.

Randall shook his head, sadly, and watched as Stupendous Girl moved in a blur
to intercept the chainsaw; the power tool exploded into a shower of red hot
metal shards as her near-indestructible body smashed into it at many times the
speed of sound. The man had been holding the chainsaw tightly and his hands
came apart as well, leaving him bleeding from two ragged stumps. He screamed
and ran off into the forest, before collapsing from shock and blood loss.

"She really doesn't like being called a 'bimbo'." said Randall.

Neither Randall nor Stupendous Girl had noticed that her arm had hit the large
redwood when she had moved at super-speed to intercept the chainsaw. Their
first inkling that something had gone wrong came when the tree toppled over
with a crash, directly onto the last of the chainsaw-wielding loggers. The two
protesters were thrown from their branches and lay on the ground, unmoving.

Randall and Stupendous Girl looked at each other with guilty expressions, as
if they had just hit a baseball through a neighbor's window. "I think we have
done everything we can," said Stupendous Girl.

"I agree," said Randall. "We should go. Quickly."

Stupendous Girl wrapped an arm around Randall and launched into the air,
flying west. Back in the forest, where the hot shards of the exploded shotgun
had landed, the dry brush began to smolder. By the time Stupendous Girl and
Randall reached the Pacific Coast, a fire had consumed the bodies left behind
and was well on its way to destroying thousands of acres of ancient redwood
forest.

*****

They were flying high above the Pacific and had passed the terminator from day
into night when Randall asked, "Where are we going?"

Stupendous Girl came to a halt, giving Randall a mild case of whiplash. She
let go of Randall and put her hands on her hips for her lecture pose; she let
herself fall at the same rate as Randall. The first glow of dawn on the eastern
horizon illuminated the scene slightly.

"Well," she said, "I heard about this island of floating garbage in the middle
of the Pacific Ocean. Your society is very wasteful, you know." At this point
she raised one arm and wagged her finger at Randall. "I thought I would clean
it up. I should be able to lift it into space without any difficulty."

Randall nodded furiously as he plummeted towards the water below. "Great!" he
said. "Good idea! Please stop me falling."

She gingerly tucked him under her arm and resumed their long flight. Now that
the panic of falling was over, Randall thought about her plan more clearly.
Cleaning up the garbage island was actually a good idea; not least because it
was unlikely to hurt anybody. However, he had the nagging feeling that it would
not be as simple as all that.

When they arrived at the floating "island" of garbage, they realized that it
was less an island than it was a thick stew of plastic trash and water that
stretched across hundreds of miles of ocean, held in place by wide, circular
currents. Stupendous Girl could no more lift the whole thing into space than
she could lift a pile of leaves a hundred miles wide.

She flew low over the ocean; the toxic stench of plastic garbage made Randall
woozy and nauseous, but Stupendous Girl did not notice.

"What are we going to do, Randall?" she asked. "I cannot lift this!"

Randall was too busy trying to keep his breakfast down to answer.

"I have an idea!" shouted Stupendous Girl. She fired her laser vision in a
broad cone so that it covered a wider area of the ocean. The livid red laser
light illuminated the scene so that Randall could see the plastic garbage melt
and bubble, throwing off more toxic fumes; the individual pieces began to melt
together. She then took a deep breath and blew on the hot plastic goo to cool
it down. When she was done, she had turned a portion of the unworkable stew of
water and plastic items into a solid mass of plastic.

"Excellent!" shouted Stupendous Girl, "Am I not the smartest of them all?"

She flew over the floating garbage patch in fast, wide circles, repeating the
melting and cooling process on a larger scale. The motion combined with the
toxic fumes took its toll on Randall and before long he was adding to the
garbage with his own vomit. Stupendous Girl was so focused on the job at hand
that she did not notice Randall's distress until he lost consciousness, finally
overcome by the fumes.

She flew to a small atoll just outside the area of the garbage island and set
Randall's unconscious form down on the sand. Then she returned to work.

When Randall regained consciousness, it was dawn and the sky in the direction
of the garbage island was filled with black smoke and steam. He could not see
Stupendous Girl at all, but he knew she was there when a blackened mass of
plastic garbage, hundreds of miles across, began to rise into the air. He
watched it ascend into space and imagined that he could see Stupendous Girl's
shapely figure and bright red hair from where he was standing, but in truth she
was so small compared to the size of the mass she was lifting that he had no
idea where she was.

Stupendous Girl returned to the Atoll when the garbage had been safely lifted
into orbit. "Maybe they can use it for raw materials one day," she said. She
took off her sandals and walked on the sandy beach with her bare feet. "I love
the beach!"

Randall pointed to the roiling clouds of black toxic smoke blanketing the
horizon. Prevailing winds were starting to push it in the direction of Hawaii.
"Should we do something about that?" he asked.

Stupendous Girl shrugged. "I suppose it would be environmentally unsound of me
not to clean up after myself." She launched herself into the air towards the
black smoke.

From where Randall stood it looked like the black smoke was being pulled to a
point in the air where it vanished; he knew that in reality, Stupendous Girl
was sucking it into her impossibly powerful lungs. He hoped that her system
would be able to cope with that quantity of toxic gunk.

What Randall did not see was that the air displaced by Stupendous Girl sucking
the smoke into her lungs caused massive windstorm across the eastern seaboard
of Japan, bringing buildings crashing to the ground, dashing boats against
their docks and killing dozens of people.

Stupendous Girl returned to the beach, making retching noises and spitting
gobs of blackened saliva into the ground. "Ugh!" she exclaimed, "That stuff
tastes wretched! I need a drink."

"I think you did a good job," said Randall, unaware of the catastrophe that
was beginning to unfold thousands of miles away in Japan. "Maybe we can take a
break and hang out on the beach?"

"No time for that!" replied Stupendous Girl