You are in silent awe with your mouth to the floor. You smile and you think you nod, but before any words come out Professor Montana speaks, "I'm sorry Scott."
She points the matter transposer at you quickly, and you are blinded by a flash of brilliant light. You blink several times before any distinguishable colors or shapes come into view, and your first awakenings are strange. You're standing on a flat, blue sea with yellow towers erected on grey islands around you. Ahead of you, very near in fact, are two close, tanned pillars with wide black bases. One lifts from the sea and moves toward you with great speed, covering an immense distance in only a second.
Looking up, you see a white wall above the pillars and far above that the face of Rebekah Montana, science professor turned living megalith. "Sorry Scott," her voice beats down to you, "but I'm just not ready for anyone to know about my invention. It's just not the right time, and I can't have you out there spreading my information to the public."
"But I, I, I..." you stammer as your professor's immense dimensions finally sink into your mind. She must be hundreds of times taller than you, you figure. "I'm so tiny." You whisper, calculating your height to be certainly less than even one single inch.
Miss Montana takes another step toward you, just a yard away from stepping right on you. Unless that's the idea. "What are you...?" you ask.
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