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You decide to shrink yourself super tiny and survive, nobody aware of your existence.

This choice: She lowers herself to your position, as low as possible.  •  Go Back...
Chapter #14

She lowers herself to your position, as low as ...

    by: knuckles Author IconMail Icon
From her squatting position, Tara continued to study the bug, when suddenly she heard a small sound emanating from it. It was faint, and she couldn't make anything out, something so small clearly incapable of putting out too loud a sound, nonetheless, it sounded alien, and yet familiar. The creature had not made any moves since she had rescued it from the spider, using this apparent calm she placed the magnifying glass to her right, then slowly extended both hands to the ground, desperate not to cause any startling movements. resting on her arms, she shifted her legs out from under her, moved them behind her, and lowered herself to her chest, now her chin rested on the soft cool earth, and her eyes were in a much better place to study the creature. She noticed that it may have moved just a little, but nothing significant. Smiling, maybe it trusted her, she turned her head slightly, pivoting on her chin, as she reached over for where she had left the magnifying glass in the grass, but did not immediately return with it, merely re-securing it for later use. For now, she turned her head back and watched the black bug with little purple lines and human like appendages. Anxious to hear the sound again, and confirm what at least a portion of her brain was beginning to accept, with an indoor voice, "What was that sound little guy?"

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No verbal response to your query, but she answers in another way, her body. Her movements were slow, steady, deliberate, even fluid. Clearly intended not to startle you. But nothing that big this close can move in a way that is anything other than intimidating to tiny you. Every time a hand, leg, and finally head made contact with the ground, you felt it through your suit's shoes. Her chest caused quite the THOOM, and a notable displacement of air and dust erupting from underneath her mass. Finally her chin began to lower and for a moment you feared it was going to land on you, and had scrambled back a few feet, like it would matter. But it came down 150 feet or so away, or about 8 inches to her. Two massive green eyes stared holes through you. before the great edifice of the head turned slightly, eyes focusing on something beyond the "tree line" of the grass to your left, you don't have her 100 foot bird's eye view...resting on her chin...damn. The arm remains outstretched, the other rests to her left side, far down her body seemingly, not threatening you, but it could reach you in a second or two, no chance to could flee. The chin turns again, grinding the earth beneath it, and the eyes return to your form. She seems a mixture of excited and curious, an enormous soft smile fills your view, and she finally lets you know that your voice must not have registered beyond a faint sound. The smile is replaced by moving lips and a cavernous mouth, topped and bottom with white pearly teeth, she thunders "WHAT WAS THAT SOUND LITTLE GUY?"

It was loud. Not deafening, but loud, echoey, and most importantly, clear over all the other sounds of the micro world around you. It rumbled you, and the ground, and you swear you saw a few grains of sand go flying by as the wind produced by such a simple sentence picked them up. Humans had such a massive effect on the environment, even when they didn't notice. You should have figured the speakers wouldn't register earlier. Even crouching her ears had to be at least 600 feet above your head, maybe more. Now that she was lower, though, there was a chance to communicate. Recovering from the effect of her simple question, you slowly rise to your feet and stare straight into those eyes, which are studying you expectantly, down a long bridge of a lightly freckled nose and two dark nostrils likely big enough to suck you in. Gulp. Shaking your head, you gotta get past her enormity for just a second. Now you just gotta think of something to communicate! You could lie, spin a fantastic story, alien, fairy, sprite who cares. She'd probably believe it. You could tell her the truth too, what good would lying do? Alternatively, you had your spear, your suit was capable of a brief flash that could blind her for a moment, maybe you could distract her with some sort of attack and flee before this goes any further, before your experiment ends. She didn't KNOW yet you were a shrunken human, and may not pursue you too intensely. Although if you caused her any sort of harm she might just crush the offending creature anyway.

After all, you know nothing about this person. You have no idea of her character or her intentions. With the merest of effort she could toss you in a jar and present you to the world for her own fame and fortune, or worse, keep you for herself in some sort of sick collection. She could squish you, intentionally or quite by accident. Either way meant death. You two were on different levels, in different worlds right now, surely her overwhelming size and therefore the power to do all the aforementioned things to you, regardless of what you wanted proved that. She was a human being, what did she have to offer a survivalist scientist like yourself that you didn't already know. If you'd wanted human interaction you'd have shrunk yourself in someone's home, or in a library, or in a potted plant or something, you don't know. Escape was the safest option. But then again, your desire for new experiences and your unquenchable curiosity, coupled with a yearning desire for human interaction after so long in this environment...
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