Vicky slowly reaches out and takes the remote. After a cursory inspection, she asks, "What is this? A television remote? Why does it say grow and shrink? That's really bizarre."
"It's not for a television," you explain. "Try it out on the chair. Go ahead. It's not gonna hurt you or anything."
Keeping her eyes focused on you, Vicky aims the device on the nearest swivel chair and presses the shrink button. When it starts to shrivel up in front of her, the copper haired girl jumps back with a sharp squeak of surprise, then she cries out, "Holy shit, Robby. What is this? Where did you get this thing?"
"Some guy showed up at the house this morning and gave it to me. I was hoping you could help me figure the damn thing out. Like, I dunno, is the government experimenting with this kind of stuff? How does it even work?"
"How the hell would I know?" Eyes wide, Vicky looks up at you and asks, "Does it - does it work on people?"
"Not sure," you shrug. "We could find out."
A smile appears on the redhead's face, only this one is different from before. This is the kind of while you'd see on a child's face when they see all the presents nestled beneath the Christmas tree. "Yeah," she whispers, "we could."
Before you can stop her, Vicky...
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