You aim for a wide runway built for giant alien ships. Truly these aliens must be massive you think, scanning the runway and realizing its several miles wide. Hoping your small scale won't mean too rough of a touch down you detract the landing gear and bring the nose level with the horizon. A few wild skidding bumps later and you've brought the vessel to a stop. Saying a short thank you to Captain Tanner, your old squadron commander, for the hundreds of emergency simulations he forced you to practice, you open the cock pit and step out, eager to explore your new world. You look about amazed by the expanse of asphalt surrounding you. Before you can get a detailed look, however, a seismic shock sends you flying off your ship and you fall roughly to the hard, heartless pavement. A sharp pain in your ankle immediately announces to you the fact that it is broken, but you have bigger worries... much bigger.
A white cliff falls out of the sky before you. Your ship's computer manages, "Michael I am detecting an alien in the viscinit..." Before she can finish the analysis, the monument comes down atop it smashing generations of technical achievement flatter than a pan-cake. Perhaps, you think, this is one of their ships, and they didn't notice you because of your size.
Slowly you drag yourself to your feet, favoring your uninjured leg. Wondering whether its safe to approach a vessel that couldn't even detect your ship when you are much smaller, you look over your shoulder for another option and see... THEM!
Every muscle in your body locks in place, resisting the desire to scream at the terrifying revelation. This is no runway. These aliens are even bigger than you thought, why, they're practically inconceivable and the horrifying evidence sits right there before you: a crumb of something (cookie?) covered in a squadron of busy, enormous, ants.
One of the workers skitters forward in your direction. It is easily the size of an elephant. When you step back in instinctive fear you notice its segmented antennae start wriggling in your direction. Complex mouth parts work hungrily beneath its multifaceted eyes as it attempts to determine what you are and if you are food.
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