​     Rays from futuristic blasters tore into the galloping horses the second they crossed from the Wild West to the Interstellar War exhibit.  They didn't get blasted to pieces, but they did drop lifeless to go skidding on the ground, causing the stagecoach itself to come to a screeching halt.

     Gramps and Estelle dove for the ravaged, war torn land with pieces of buildings and weaponry everywhere. As they rolled back to their feet, a soldier decked out in 30th Century armor came at Estelle with a rifle in his hand as big as a baby goat. Estelle grabbed a rock to pitch at him. Her strength was such that the rock went right through the guy. He gasped, then dissolved into goo and mist. 

     A second soldier came at her. She grabbed a second rock to pitch, and this one took the second soldier's skull off. That soldier, too, dissolved into a silver mist. Then Estelle grabbed a rock with each hand because now a bunch of soldiers came at her.

     Gramps grabbed dropped weapons and fired away. A good and fast shot. He was an Adam, after all, even as Adam Forwarder was an Adam. He, too, had been born at the beginning of the Universe, but the universe his became was not this universe. 

     So he knew how to use a weapon.  

     Eight shots. Eight soldiers falling movie style dead to the war ravaged ground. 

​     Estelle dropped the rocks she held. Fuck the rocks. What was she even thinking, throwing rocks? She snatched up some weapons. Gramps covered her back. Dozens of soldiers went down. 

     And then the aliens joined in on the fight. 

     Remember, the name of this exhibit was Intergalactic War. 

     Aliens with fangs. Aliens with three heads. Aliens with tentacles rather than arms. Aliens the size of bobcats and aliens looking like giraffes on their hind legs with the elongated necks and everything else. Green aliens. Aliens brown and blue and eggshell white and red as Satan and, yes, there was even an alien with pink polka dots. All simulates, of course. 

     And they all came at Estelle and Gramps. 

     "Okay, you know what?" Estelle said. "I've been hit by rays from those guns a couple times. Nothing."  

​     "They're not real. They're as phony as everything else in this place."

​     "The rays affect them, though."

​     "I know. Good. Still, even at that, there sure are an awful lot of them."

     "Plus, we've got a bunch of cowboys and Indians coming at us from behind."

     "Although those just regular people running around and screaming isn't helping anything, either."

​     "So where's Brock and..."

​     As if in in reply, WHOOSH! Nacy swooped down to snatch Estelle up.

​     "Get Gramps!" Estelle yelled. "He's invisible! He's..."

​     Nacy zoomed back towards where she saw two ray rifles seemingly dangling in midair and firing away, all by themselves. Shawnacy didn't have to get a good grip on someone or something to make it as gravity free as her. She just had to grab it, period. Nacy grabbed Gramps by the shoulder even though he still couldn't be seen, and the three of them flew over the heads of the aliens and cowboys. Gramps and Estelle fired weapons while Nacy held them by their shoulders. Behind them, giving them back up, Brock was merciless. He carpet bombed the mass of aliens he saw beneath him with blasts of azure power. No regular patrons were hit. They were too busy stomping on each other to get through the exit doors and the hell out of there. Aliens disintegrated into silver dust by the dozens. For a few moments there, that area of the exhibit glowed azure bright.

     Then, 

     Some sort of flying simulate warship seemed to come out of nowhere. It slammed into Brock hard enough to jar and tilt him. It also grazed Nacy enough to send her, Gramps and Estelle tumbling towards the hard rock below.

     Ouch! Fuck! Brock thought. 

     He blasted the phony warship into silver goo. 

CONTINUE