When Bellerose Zerena Zhen, freelance mental interior decorator (your dream scape improved or your Credits back) in the year 2355 was caught in the blast of a Tachyon Bomb set off by Chrono Anarchists and flung back to the 21st century she, knowing there was no returning to her time as the event of just going back had already created an altered time-line.
She decided to make the most of it and really go about messing with the past and making a new future to amuse herself.
As she had a top of the line Quanta Brain Omni-Storage Implant (Q-Bossy) that let her have access to all scientific knowledge from the 24th and a half century, along with history and financial facts and trends, she had all the resources she could ever need, and the technological wherewithal to do whatever she wanted to.
Around the middle of 2011 a new and strange super trickster flew onto the scene, by the start of 2012 she had what she needed to distract herself and even a few followers to help her do it.
Their motto: “The Rebellion from the Last Century, with Science from the Next, We are the Suffra-Jets, S.O.A.R. with us!” S.O.A.R. standing for Sisters Organized And Recruiting.
Her mission transforming certain man totally into woman, and some women physically and mentally as well, so that their transformation would set future history on a new and strange course.
Her reason for taking the idea of history as `her story’ and making it literal?
Well… truth be told Tachyon Bombs do have a tendency to drive those who survive them and the trip back into the past, (or rather a past) daffy as all get out, and a person with knowledge of how to build Higgs boson generators, gravimetric tuners, and any number of gem-cracks working at the quantum level can get into a lot of daffiness.
At the time only a first term, but rising in fame and accolades, state senator Henry Cable Tambit was surprised when his party called him to state headquarters; it seemed they were ready to back him as their candidate to run for Congress of the United States.
Henry was privately sure he would make it to that body, and much higher, one day; he had just not expected the call to come so soon.
“Guess my light shines brighter than I thought,” he gloated to himself as the private limo arrived to take him, without a word to anyone so the media wouldn’t find out the big surprise of his nomination to come and no doubt start trying to dig up dirt on him even sooner, to start his date with destiny.
To his surprise Henry was taken not to Party headquarters but a non-descript office where he was met by a group of women who told him they were there to prepare him for the cameras, and his new tomorrow that would be arriving soon.
With that Bellerose Zhen and her new group of followers, the ones who had really given Henry his call to fate, indeed did start readying him for a new future.
Or rather an altered future, Bellerose knew that in just a few years Tambit would indeed become first a multi-term Representative, with one term off as a commentator on FOX News, then return for another as a Senator, leading to his becoming president in 2032, which led during a his second term in 2038, to him managing, while most of the House and Senate were incapacitated by an outbreak of Smurf influenza, to the repeal of both the 19th and 21st amendments of the Constitution, taking away both the right of women to vote, all but destroying his main political opposition the former Democratic Party, now known as the Oprah Party, and returning probation as the law of the land, bringing down one major buzz kill to every other sort of party. These disastrous actions would take more than a dozen years and many hard fought battles, both political and otherwise, to rectify.
Or would have, had not Ms. Zhen been blown back in time and so able to work her special Higgs Boson generator created nanobot magic that in double quick time saw to it that no one would be mistaking Henry Cable Tambit for Henry Cable Tambit ever again.
To be sure Henry had a feeling that something unexpected was going on, but by the time he decided to asked just what the deal with was, the deed had not only been done, but done so well that she asked the question in her new heavy French accent, a little item that Bellerose had thrown in to make sure that his party would have no use for her.
Then just a spritz of sleeping gas and the Suffra-Jets flew off leaving the new Miss Henrietta Cabriole Tambit to adjust to the rest of her changes.
Not that a “mere” change of gender, and a more alluring vocal intonation, was enough to take out a fighter like Henry Cable Tambit! Sure there was the more matter of having to come back from being thought a crazy foreign lady, but after Henrietta was booted out of the country, thanks to the much harsher immigration laws that Henry Tambit had helped pass, and returned to Toronto, this now being her place of birth thanks to a little internet tomfoolery by the Suffra-Jets, she was, after a time, able to find a new line of work as Cabriole, the spokesmodel for the largest winery in Canada. A bit of irony that only someone from a future that no longer would take place could get.
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