Ben Reed lounged casually on a garden chair. He was atop a high mountain overlooking the plains below. Most of the immediate area was farmland, but in the distance, just below the horizon, he could see Central City, home to over nine million people.
The temperature was a stifling 36 degrees with no cloud cover, as it had been for the past two weeks. However, for the twenty-three-year-old, it didn't seem to matter much. Clad only in red shorts and an oversized white t-shirt, he appeared content just to relax under the blazing "sun."
THUD
Ben, his phone, the garden chair, even the entire house, jolted up and down.
THUDD
Everything shook once again. Ben started to smile to himself.
THUDDD
There were certain perks to living here.
The young man's phone vibrated. Ben didn't check it; there was no need. He knew what was coming.
The shrill sound of a siren began to wail.
The alert had begun.
...
In "Gulliverse," many women raised dogs, others raised cats, and some even mice; a few, however, went as far as raising ants, either for fun or study. Yet, very few dared to raise something much smaller than ants and even mites—the "microputians." And even fewer dared to construct ideal aquariums for them to live in, painstakingly working each day to grow their population.
Leslie Winkle was one of those few. With much effort and dedication, she had managed to thrive an entire microputian civilization in a magnificent glass container measuring 30x50 cm, where Ben Reed was one of its millions of citizens.
The microputians measured approximately an inch in comparison to the Lilliputians; the Lilliputians measured almost the same as an inch compared to the Gulliverians; the Gulliverians measured what was an inch to the Brobdingnagians, and the Brobdingnagians barely surpassed an inch compared to the Prodigans.
Leslie was a Prodigan, the largest among the giants, and Ben, along with Central City, was just a small part of her vast collection of tiny beings, living in her cozy and shining aquarium. Not to mention the hundreds of millions residing in her enormous body.
For the lovely 28-year-old, it was difficult to precisely know the real population of tiny beings living comfortably within the depths of her body. Leslie had inadvertently become a welcoming Prodigadian aquarium for the countless microputians who had, by will or accident, taken residence there. However, Leslie had managed to complete her latest population census in the glass container, counting almost three billion microputians, a few million Lilliputians, and a handful of Gulliverians.
For a small minority, she was seen as "The Owner", someone they had to listen to and obey for the greater good. However, the majority of the aquarium's population viewed her as "Their Queen", "Their Redeemer", "The Most Beloved and Popular Being in the World", or whatever she preferred to be called...
THE GODDESS BEYOND THE GLASS.
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