This choice: You are shrunk to a centimetre tall • Go Back...Chapter #5Going Metric by: Doom   The pain is excruciating, but brief. Once you can see past the tears in your eyes, you realise that the world is still out of focus; the woman looming over you is far further than you thought, and much, much bigger.
"Success," Miss Hensley announces, her pouting lips opening but to breathe the words, yet they thunder from above like an oncoming monsoon. Your restraints don't appear to have scaled down with you, so you stand and rub at your wrists out of habit. Your balance is off, and you stumble.
"It will take a few minutes to acclimatise," Professor Taylor tells you, buzzing past you on a personal jet-pack. He's over twice your height now, and you point this out to him.
"Oh yes, we're keeping you at a centimetre height for this mission. Far smaller than anyone's ever gone before, but I'm sure that an experienced agent such as yourself is not averse to trying something new, taking risks where done before have dared, hmm?"
You smirk and nod, straightening your suit where lying down had creased it. Then Miss Hensley is directly above you, her eye larger than your body. The moment comes when her stare is broken by the batting of her tremendous eyelids, and you allow yourself to know fear.
"Wow," she says, her voice even louder now that she's at such a close proximity, "you've managed to keep your rugged good looks even at that scale, Sterling."
Finding composure, you reply: "Call me Jack."
"What? Did you say something?"
"Oh,of course," Taylor says. "You're far too small for regular people to hear, I'm afraid. You'll be wanting one of these if you want to communicate using anything other than semaphore."
He hands you an interesting lapel button, and you affix it before trying your line again. It's quite something to see a flesh mountainface crease as the mouth pulls into a smile, and something else to behold those pearly-whites bigger than you. "I think perhaps Tom suits you better. Now, I'll leave you to Taylor for instruction while I change into something a little more suitable for this mission."
You never were one to stick too closely to protocol, and you're sure that her words are almost an invitation. That, and you'll learn more about your condition from putting your body to the test than you will being talked to by a scientist that probably hasn't left this facility for months.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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