On their world....
Good Girls Don't Speak
Good Girls Don't Read
Good Girls Don't Think
Good Girls Clean
Good Girls Cook
Good Girls OBEY...It's a good thing the transport ship is taking them away... from their world. -- Lessons
Good Girls don't pick up flyers in the exercise yard, but one had stuck to Charissa's foot, so it didn't count. Good Girl's don't read, but this glossy page had no words to read. It had pictures, and arrows, and told a story.
Good Girls don't stay up late. Good Girls don't whisper among themselves. Charissa and her friends had disobeyed that rule too many times to fear it any more, and they shared the page together by moonlight. Good Girls don't sneak away from their masters...
Good Girls certainly didn't follow all the signs or use a page of pictures as a guide to find a person with a double-spiral swirl and a sideways eight[1] on their chest. They certainly weren't allowed to show those people the stained page or gesture at the gifts in the last panel. And Good Girls never, ever left home.
They were not good girls. Not any more. They were disobedient women who did not want a life of masters "doing their business" on them. Using them, and then throwing them aside.
They did not want a life with the threat of bawdyshops hanging over their heads. They certainly did not want to be pressed into the mould of perfect beauty and servitude. Thereafter to be chained to the care of all the babies sired by the man who could afford them. Nor did they want to watch their daughters enter the same cycle.
Their former masters only desired Good Girls. Servile, obedient, vapid, and vacant. Yes sir, no sir, anything you want sir.
Good thing for them that they were not good girls.
There were twenty of them, this run. Twenty disobedient women who ran to the stars and never looked back. Twenty new lives in the alliance. Making successes on their own terms and, in their own way, making sure even more like them leaked to the heavens.
You couldn't call it an underground railroad. That manner of thing is covert and secretive. This was in the open.
Greater Deregulation Upper Southwest called it "pest control" and "weeding out the weak". They didn't really care about the declining gene pool. It was just more pure to them.
So pure that the abnormalities began to surface in two generations.
Dereggers take way too long to learn from the lessons of history, and thus repeat them time and time again.
[1] The infinity symbol on top of a galaxy is the sigil of the Galactic Alliance
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