You know the slinking intruder, not personally, but from her actions as a radical environmental activist. If there is a hint of animal cruelty, waste dumping, habitat destruction, or littering, she'll be there to protest and demand immediate political response that never comes, no matter what she gets in the news for that week. She goes by the name Destiny Greene, however her legal identity is another name you've heard on the news but since forgotten.
Her woven-grass sandals scrape roughly across the tile as she sneaks forward, stealthily inspecting the surroundings for security, staying low to avoid the windows. Ribbons wrap around her feet of pure, black skin, and tie into a bow on her ankle. A long, skirt of plain, natural-colored fabric sweeps down her long, long legs. The tassels of thread bundled at the base, swing hypnotically with her movement.
Far above, her dark eyes turn to the matter transposer and lock on. She bends forward. Long, thin braids fall beside her hips and nearly touch the floor. Her bare, black arms reach down. She scoops the powerful machine into her slender hands, while you can only watch it being abducted from you. Taken into her grasp a mile overhead, she possesses your only salvation. You're doomed to a miserable fate in the soon-to-be lonely laboratory.
Her dry, fibrous footwear brushes forward and the moving air knocks you onto your back. Atop the thickly woven platform, her littlest toe is twenty times your size. The foot as a whole is longer than several city blocks. Terrible scratching, scraping noises creak from the straining plant sheets as she shifts her weight, standing upright several miles tall beneath the popcorn ceiling and glowing white rectangles heavenward.
Destiny Greene declares with starry confidence in the infinite voids of her pupils, "I'm going to save the world with this."