You decide all you can do for now is wait, and sit down. You relax with your friend, unable to take your eyes off the impressive view of the girl’s colossal upper body. You see her hand rest in front of you, tapping its fingers on the desk every now and then.
After about twenty more minutes, Judy finally takes off her headgear, placing it down beside her keyboard. She grabs the desk and rolls her chair closer, putting her arms on either side of you, as she lays her hands on her keyboard. Her chest hovers in the sky above you, as she leans closer to the monitor. The editor starts working out a few kinks, still unaware of your presence. You move a bit closer to keyboard and start waving your hands up.
It takes another few minutes, but eventually the Mox’s eyes fall on you. She frowns and curls up her nose, taking her hand off her keyboard, and quickly moving her index finger down towards you. You have no time to shout as the pale, sweaty digit of Judy’s finger, pins you against her desk.
“Tssk, fucking bug.” She says.
You try to scream, but are muffled by the soft skin covering your mouth, as the young woman grinds her finger back and forth, squeezing you deeper into her fingerprint. If you didn’t have your implants, you’d be a smudge by now. After torturing you like this for half a minute, Judy raises her finger to see what type of bug it is. You’re stuck to her finger, as she brings it up to her big brown eyes. Her mouth falls open, when she realizes she almost squished a person. Judy lowers her finger to her other hand, and pushes the nail of her thumb against her index finger, scraping you off her digit and letting you drop onto the soft skin of her palm.
She leans in close and squints her eyes. “V, Is that you?!”
A wave of relief washes over you. “Yes, it’s me. Can you hear me?”
“Yes, but it’s pretty quiet, even this close.” She says. “What happened?”
You point and the side of you head. “It’s this dumb malfunctioning relic, it shrunk me and brought me here.”
“How do we fix it?”
You shrug. “I don’t know.”
Judy frowns. “Well, what do you want me to do with you?”
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