Quinnie dashed out in pursuit of Marjorie. After a few minutes, she found her sitting atop the facility’s roof.

“Margie…”

“I hate this. I don’t want to be…like this. Do I really need to drink my spirits to power my gift?” asked Marjorie.

“Yes,” replied Dr. Bless.

“I will find another way to use my gift without the spirits getting me in that…state. Maybe if I tried with something non-alcoholic,” said Marjorie.

“Yes, and what if we lived underwater and the moon was made of blue cheese?” replied Dr. Bless.

“You are mocking me, Dr. Bless”

“Yes, Yes, I am,”

Marjorie, Quinnie and Dr. Bless were at Bart’s bar. Marjorie looked around and noticed an apple juice bottle.

“Bart, could you serve me some apple juice, please?” asked Marjorie

“How could I say no to such a well-mannered young lady? Here you go,” said Bart.

Marjorie drank the juice and felt a small schboom inside.

“I think I felt it! Not as strong as with the Bourbon, but I did! A schboom inside!” excitedly said Marjorie.

“Wait, what? Apple juice? Really?” asked Quinnie incredulous.

“That’s right! I don’t feel nearly as powerful as with the Bourbon but I feel in control,” said Marjorie.

“Let’s see about that, step inside the Crusher 2000 for a quick test,” said Dr. Bless.

Marjorie stepped back into the crusher. Dr. Bless then pushed the machine to 5,000 psig which caused Marjorie to lose her grip and flinch. Dr. Bless stopped the machine before it pressed Marjorie into a thin layer of crushed Blessobots and seed core.

“You were not as astonishing back there, child. But I guess you can still fuel your core with this…juice,” said Dr. Bless disappointed.

“If it makes you feel better, I will keep a flask of both: Bourbon and Apple juice,”

“Don’t patronize me, child” said Dr. Bless with a pout.

Dr. Bless then looked at the apple juice bottle on Bart’s bar.

“Apple juice, heh? Maybe I should give it a shot…” said Dr. Bless.

She poured herself a glass of apple juice and downed it.

“ARRRRRGHHHH!!! My throat! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” screamed Dr. Bless as she spat out the juice.

“What’s wrong doctor? Can’t handle your juice?” sarcastically asked Marjorie.

“Wait, is that more sass I hear? Huh? You are supposed to be off the Bourbon! Are you sassing me anyways, young lady? Don’t give me none of your sass! Ooohhh….it tastes so…so…bland…” said Dr. Bless as she wiped her tongue.

“Perhaps some whiskey could help wash out the apple juice, mistress?” said Bart.

Dr. Bless downed the whiskey shot.

“Aaaaaahhhhhh, much better! Bart, give her a flask of that blasted dirty gym socks juice…”

Marjorie incorporated the new flask in her body. She then looked at the mangled bodies of the robots she destroyed earlier.

“Dr. Bless…Why are we building Champions? What is my…purpose?” asked Marjorie.

“To help your fellow men of course!” replied Dr. Bless

“But, I would have to follow orders, right?” asked Marjorie

“Of course, child! We are all accountable to each other. In your case you are even more so as you are an agent of the government. You’ll be under the direct control of the president!” replied Dr. Bless.

“The president! Wow!”

“Champions go where they are needed all over the country. Whenever there is injustice, misery or just someone in need of help, you will be there!” said Quinnie.

“Like a police officer?” asked Marjorie

“Yes, quite like a police officer. But there will come times when menaces to our great nation will call for you to go to war for the USA,” replied Quinnie.

“I think I understand. But I really don’t want to hurt anyone,” said Marjorie.

“I get that. But there will be times when you can’t control the collateral damage you might accidentally create,” said Quinnie.

“I will find a way to help without hurting,” declared Marjorie.

“Way to challenge yourself, child! First you want to power your gift with some weak sauce apple juice, yuck, and now you want to not hurt anyone while using your gift? Ha! You crack me up!” sarcastically said Dr. Bless.

“I will do it!” said Marjorie.

“Fine, fine. Speaking of being an agent, has Quinnie asked you to pick a codename for yourself?”

“Yes, she did.”

“And what name did you pick?”

Marjorie adopted a heroic pose: hands on her hips, gazing in the distance.

“Freedom Lass!” said Marjorie with a deep voice.

“Mmmm...Freedom Lass…I like it, child!” said Dr. Bless.

“I like it too!” said Quinnie.

“Thanks, you two!”

“We also need to create an appropriate costume for you to wear when you are out representing our country!” said Dr. Bless.

“I want to wear the stars and stripes, just like Quinnie and Bucky Rodgers!” excitedly said Marjorie.

“You know, Bucky Rodgers was a hero of mine when I was a little girl, just like you…Ah…But enough with the memories! Come with me, I will introduce you to our designers.” Said Dr. Bless.

A few hours later, the designers came out with a costume for Marjorie. Dr. Bless and Quinnie were assisting the costume reveal as well.

“What do you think, child?” asked Dr. Bless.

“I love it!” said Marjorie gushing over the costume.

“This is what we call a Champion’s regalia!” said Quinnie.

“It looks perfect! But I was wondering…why the high heels? Even your costume has them, Quinnie,” asked Marjorie.

“Because we are so amazing that we can easily fight even in high heels and look stylish on top of it,” proudly said Quinnie.

“I suppose so. Let me try it on!” said Marjorie as she was reaching out for the costume.

“Where are you going, child?” asked Dr. Bless.

“I’m going to try the costume on…right?” replied, Marjorie, confused.

Dr. Bless laughed at Marjorie’s confusion.

“What is so funny?” asked Marjorie.

“You don’t need to wear the costume. It is only there for you to look at and copy,” said Dr. Bless.

“I don’t understand…” said Marjorie.

“Marjorie, we are Champions and as such, we don’t wear clothes like people do…we can change our bodies’ surface layer to any kind of clothes we see and memorize in our seed cores,” explained Quinnie.

“But…you gave me a change of clothes last time, Quinnie,” said Marjorie.

“I did. We can wear clothes like everyone but when it comes to your Champion regalia, it has to be part of you,” explained Quinnie.

“Part of me?” asked Marjorie.

“Yes. The Blessobots are super strong and can sustain massive damage from both enemy attacks and your usage of your very own gift. In other words, it won’t tear and break!” continued Quinnie.

“I think I understand now…So what do I need to do to…you know…put my Champion regalia on?” asked Marjorie.

“Take off your regular clothes first. Then just think of wearing the costume and it will appear on you,” said Quinnie.

Marjorie, still unsure, stared intensely at her costume while thinking of wearing it. A few seconds later, her skin layer changed into her Champion regalia.

Marjorie was admiring her new outfit in a long mirror.

“This is miraculous!” said Marjorie.

“Your memories of seeing any clothes being stored in your seed core, you can change clothes anytime,” said Dr. Bless.

“So, I can do that with any outfit I see?” asked Marjorie.

“That’s right! Within certain limitations of course; for instance, I wouldn’t recommend trying to copy an attire with lots of flowing fabric like a wedding dress or a cape. You won’t have enough Blessobots to do that!” explained Dr. Bless.

“Got it!” replied Marjorie, excited.

“Make these colors proud, Marjorie. The whole world has their eyes on the both of us now,” said Quinnie.

“I will, Quinnie, I will.”