"Unreal," Angelina sighs, turning her hands over as she inspects herself. You take a step forward, but she waves away your concern, turning back to lift the transposer from the table.
"I've already had a premonition of what I could do with this thing," she confesses, as she weighs the device up, sights along its barrel. "A shrinking spree through the mall, becoming a giantess with my girls to go and wreak some havoc... Such selfish whims."
You can't help but notice where the transposer is pointing as she talks, and she steps slowly toward you in her funerary dress, boots clumping heavily. You daren't move, and allow her to press the end of the machine to your chest as she stares deep into your eyes, heaving a large breath through her corset before she speaks again.
"I'm having thoughts of shrinking you, right now. Make you a little toy, for my own dark amusements... What sort of a person does that make me? No wonder no-one cares. The world'd be better off without. In lots of ways, this thing's more useful than a gun woulda been..."
What's running through her clearly demented mind? She's changing so much, so quickly - does the transposer have a detrimental effect on a subject's brain? Either way, she's dangerous - should you risk yourself to try and wrest the machine from her grasp?
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