You haven't any idea what just happened to you. You glance from side to side and see nothing but extremely flat ground in either direction. You feel almost kind of bare, here. Exposed. There's literally no objects around you except the almost carpet-flat terrain that extends in every direction. "This is weird," you state.
You take a step forward, and the next thing you know, you hear and feel a crunch beneath you. Instinctively, you stop in your tracks and look down to see the damages. Your eyebrows lift in awe as you witness what appears to be an extremely complex maze of highway, the roads only an inch across. Twisting and turning, roundabout here and there, and causeways connecting different roads over tiny streams. All along these busy little roads are a bustle of cars, stopping and going and turning. Your own foot -- the one you just stepped with -- is planted across several of these interconnecting roads. The crunch you heard was the sound of a smashed causeway. Amazing... an entire race of people, no bigger than ants to you!
You examine the ground almost scientifically, as a researcher analyzing some kind of insect colony. You lean forward, marveling in awe at the wreckage of the car pile-up that has accumulated at several points around your massive, obtrusive sneaker. You try to imagine yourself in the place of these little people on one of these blocked roads, staring at the giant sneaker smothering the landscape and the roads, and then up at the colossal bare leg to which that sneaker connects. You realize that your enormity must truly be terrifying to these little beings. You wonder who they are, if they are of the same species as yourself, and why they are so tiny. The people who have gotten out of the cars look entirely human, you notice as you squint down. Very slowly, you lift the foot that you had planted onto the little people's roads into the air and hold it up. It left a visible indentation in the earth. A sneaker-shaped footprint has cratered the area, including the roads, complete with treadmarks. All along the roads are utterly flattened metal cars of all colors, like smashed bugs. You mindlessly stepped on at least three or four dozen people, you see as you prop your sneaker up against your knee and examine the smashed figures in the treads.... and probably more are squashed under your other foot, you surmise. As you think about these things in terms of intellectual inquiry, it doesn't slip your notice that along with your two friends, you are almost certainly the most superior being in this world, practically unstoppable due to the pure physical advantage of your size. You have a choice here. You can assume that superior role and torture these tiny runts in any way you would like, just for fun... or you could assume a different role. A role of benevolence -- of a god.
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