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Chapter #6
Drop them onto your desk
by: Unknown
Moving your hand as slowly as possible to avoid dropping any of the people, you deposit them on to the hard, wooden surface of your desk. Despite your best efforts, a few of the people fall past the surface, descending down towards your legs on the ground below. You have little sympathy for them, instead focusing your attention on the collection you have gathered before you. They seem startled from the sudden change in surroundings, and you watch with amusement as they attempt to pick themselves up and process what has happened. No doubt they cannot comprehend how a being as massive as you are to them can exist, nor how anything could casually tear apart their city. They have begun to amass in small gatherings, groups of little people staring up at you in utter fear. At least, that is what you assume they're doing. At their scale, you cannot discern much of the actions of your little captives. They are simply too small for their gestures to translate into anything substantial. Still, if your prior antics have taught you anything, the simple thought of crushing these beings beneath your fingers like unwelcome pests is satisfaction enough.
You want to be a bit creative with this batch though and decide to play a little game. In as stern a tone of voice as you can muster, you begin to outline your commands. "You gaze upon your new god, puny ones. Worship me or face my wrath". While it may sound stupid for any normal person to hear you say such a thing, to the microbes below, it may as well be the voice of God himself. You lower your face closer to the desk, hoping to discern the servitude of these people in greater detail. You can barely make out their imperceptible actions but it does appear that they have understood your command. Watching them bow before you, you are once again struck by the sheer size difference. These people are no bigger than ants to you, small ones at that. You could easily crush a hundred or so beneath the tip of your pinky finger. You smile at the thought. Looking over to the city, you watch as the smoke rises over the decimated portion, where you established "first contact". You have within your possession, a fully fledged and sapient population, who you could easily destroy if you so desired. Nothing in your life would ever be the same.
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