You look around in your new environment. What the hell is going on? Was the incident with the men a dream? Is this a dream? Has everything been a dream?
You try to make out the world around you. You're pretty sure you're in some type of glass container. Looking up, you think you can make out a huge pink mountain, with some type of black object directly north of you...
Then it hits you. The mountain is one of the men, one of the agents you saw before. You're in a tiny glass bottle around the man's neck. Couldn't be more than a millimeter tall. I guess these guys have some sort of sense of humor. Codename "tiny," let's make him tiny. But how? What are these guys?
Over the next few hours, while you bang violently from one side of the bottle to the other, you theorize what they are. Gods, of some sort? Drug dealers who have given you a psychotropic drug to make you dream this messed up reality?
Words that you saw on your monitor flash through your head. New York Scenario. It made it seem like thecity was nothing but a figment, like those holodecks in Star Trek.
Maybe these guys were controling that program. Maybe...
Nah.
The man stays on the street, seemingly wandering around alleys and buildings until he reached Time Square. After a while, you feel a massive change in elevation as your necklace/prison is lifted off the agent's neck and brought up to his face.
"Well, Mr. Jeffries. I trust you are thoroughly confused. I'd like to keep it that way. I hope you don't mind the new projection we've given you. It's a little more compact then your old one, but i assume you'll get used to it. It's time we parted, 'tiny.' I have bigger fish to fry."
With that, the man tossed you and the necklace out into the open. You closed your eyes, awaiting impact.
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