You spend the night gathering more resources, both refilling your water tank and scavenging some dead insects that got on the wrong side of Tara's feet. As you pick at their crushed and mangled corpses, you shudder to think of her weight and power.
During your entire nightly work, you can't help throwing a glance toward the mountain of a tent that dominates the landscape. At first it is lit from within, but that clicks off as the goddess within falls asleep. You can only imagine what thoughts she entertained before she drifted into slumber.
You trek back to your capsule, stowing everything away and sinking into your sleeping bag more morose than you have been for months.
***
You are woken by proximity alarms. Your residence shakes, furniture toppling over in the fury. You tumble head-over-heels and flick on the exterior cams. From various angles, you witness the source of the disruption.
1300' feet tall and possessed of proportionate strength, Tara lifts your capsule from its place in one hand. "Don't panic," she says through the external sensors, "I won't hurt you. I just... I can't say for certain that you'll survive long enough to see me again. And without evidence, no-one will believe the story for my paper."
What? She's included the shrunken man in her report? As the woman strides back to her tent, swinging your capsule by her side, you go over the options you have to respond to this betrayal.
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