Goddesses of New Eden
Copyright© 2026 by Northman
Lenka vs Amelia
The opponent of Chrissie in round two will be one of these two.
Lenka Babic is a solid 4-rating, which represents a desirable specimen of a woman and a likeable character but not one who had a particularly big interaction with one’s life. 34 years old at the time of leaving her world behind in August 2026, she was a late-shift barista at a motorway service station a few miles up from Stowcaster, England. She is also mother to a young daughter and a baby boy. As she is now gone from Earth in timeline central, I am not sure where else she might be continuing her life with them.
The factors which have earned her this valuable place on the roster include her child-bearing hips, sleek and tawny-shade hair, and a resilient and sensible ethic that she emanates. I have found that this is typical of Eastern European types – one sees it in the professional tennis players – seeming to have an adaptability and uncomplicated demeanour (the phrase ‘down-to-earth’ springs to mind but seems a bit ironic in the circumstances) that the English often lack, especially in the vacuous young female demographic. Also typical is that she is moral without needing religion to be so.
Amelia Barlow, meanwhile, is an uncomfortable presence here for me. Ethically uncomfortable, not because she is unpleasant at all. Far from it. She has huge kindness, and desires to make a difference in the world – whichever one that may be, her expectation had been Earth – only for good, and the good of others. She is another born-again Christian, of the same belief system as the late Roberta, in so far as any two Christians are ever identical in theology. They vaguely knew ‘of’ each other, but had never met. These things I should know; for she is the young niece of my ex-wife, Diane.
She was 18 years old in 2012, the year she has just left behind, and therefore is 18 years old now in the arena. Myself, I remember being 44 in that year, which did not stop me speculating how I felt about her sexually and before that. Here in my 35-year-old form, I guess we would be more compatible still. She is, however, considerably the lesser of two lookers compared with her elder sister, Rowena, who also features in the tournament. Amelia has always been very chubby indeed, her blonde hair being something of a redeeming feature, but a very plain face. She cannot, in all good conscience, therefore be given a rating higher than 5+. This is a specturm of sexual influence, after all, but she gets the plus because of her character and relation to me.
Still, there is everything to play for between these two, the elder woman being favourite by only 60%. The second round would bring a very winnable match-up against 5-rated Chrissie, which then probably brings a shot at the great Gillian in round three. That would at least be a chance (20% for Lenka, 10% for Amelia), and everybody knows that what is on offer for the surviving Sixteen is absolutely magnificent. These two, nor Chrissie, must grumble about the draw. That is fate, and fate is everywhere in the multiverse. Who knows, maybe the Hindus have it right after all and it all evens out eventually.
“May fate be kind to us.”
“May the most divine prevail.”
Amelia greeted her opponent on the red dust with sweet sincerity. Lenka went through the motions, more emotionally detached.
“For you, Lord.”
Amelia looked at me in a familial, appealing way. Lenka in a stolid, inscutable way. I reckon the latter has more acceptance.
The crowd hushes. It begins...
As the set progresses, I am delighted to see that both seem to really want it. Lenka looks good, if not exactly trim, in her grey torso suit. Amelia not so much. However, her panting defences are impressive and she matches everything thrown at her until 5:4. Lenka has set point, but loses it when Amelia connects tip of blade on her hip. It looks like it catches flesh only, however, and not the fabric itself (the hem is right there, around the pelvic area, like leotards). Lenka thinks it should not have counted, and protests to me – and to the unseen Overseers – and before she knows it she has lost her composure and the next two points and thus the set 7:5.