At this scale, the city's denizens are infinitesimal. As nice as it is to be so majestic in comparison, maybe you should appreciate the city's intricacies in more detail. What would be very interesting, you think, is to isolate a portion of the city for the sake of further study. Perhaps you can contain it somehow. You then recall that in your attic is a collection of large, clear glass jugs, about 12 inches in height with a base nearly as wide, that belong to your cousin, who manages a nearby brewery in town. The bottles had a small opening at the top that could be plugged with a rubber cork. Perfect, you think to yourself.
After a couple trips to and from the attic, you have several of these large glass jugs sitting atop your desk, behind the miniaturized city. Now, you need only to use the crystal, which you've grown to learn operates on your thoughts, to alter the size of the city and transport different sections of them into the bottles. With the crystal firmly in hand, you focus in on the densest, busiest, more developed section of the micro-city and picture it adjusting size to fit within the glass jug nearby. A familiar red light shines.
When your eyes open, you sit amazed. It worked. You gaze in awe at the glass jug standing before you. Lined up against the glass walls are small office buildings arranged just how they were on your desk. They are less tiny than before, to fit the scale of the jug, most office buildings now being measuring inches in height. Gridlocked roads intersect the sections of buildings, filled with colorful little cars and flea-sized people, some huddled in masses looking in terror at your visage through the clear glass, others scurrying in all directions in a panic. You snicker to yourself at your newly found self-importance to these people. At the very center of the bottled city are the tallest, most impressive towers. Much taller than the rest, some are nearly as tall as your hand would be if you held it out in front of you. They would be equivalent to the tallest skyscrapers in your own world, you surmise. Around a couple are tiny little patrol aircraft, which resemble helicopters. You're fascinated by the detail within; you can make out ornate designs that decorate these towers. Each one is a different shape, with its own unique style. You can't help but appreciate the sophistication of these architectural wonders. This city represents a microcosm of this tiny race's way of life, you realize. Now, the whole city and its people are yours. You uncork the bottle and lean over the jug in order to get a total top-down view of the city and its mite-sized population. Looking through the bottle's opening with one open eye, you imagine the utter terror your captives must be experiencing-- to these microbes it as if the the sky suddenly opened from the heavens, to reveal one gigantic, evil eye glaring down at them from above the clouds.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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