Night after night, James Patterson's routine rarely varied. James, a 26-year-old guy, worked as a evening security officer in the university's science building.
He walked along the corridor where some of the private laboratories used by university professors were located. A few moments earlier he had heard some strange noises coming from one of the labs. The best James could tell, the noise had sounded like a loud crackling noise like some sort of electric equipment shorting out. He had even heard a strange popping noise, sort of like a punctuation, and then nothing but silence.
Grateful for a change in his nightly routine, James decided to investigate. He paused at the door to the laboratory and scanned a sign that read "Macro-Physics." The description didn't mean much to James, who pushed open the door and moved his 190-pound, 6'2" tall body into the laboratory.
"Hello?" James called out. His voice echoed through the large laboratory. "Anyone working in here?"
Receiving no answer, James looked around at the strange equipment located within the laboratory. He saw a desk, the standard cabinets and shelves, but he focused his attention on the unusual device in the center of the lab. James thought it sort of looked like some sort of transporter out of "Star Trek." A round metal platform even rose from the floor directly beneath the dome-like structure connected by various cables and wires to a central control panel.
••••••
Eric, standing in the center of the raised platform beneath his shrinking ray, stood paralyzed as the giant entered the laboratory. The man wore a campus security uniform. A badge on the man's jacket identified him only as "J. Patterson."
Eric felt truly small in the presence of the good-looking guy who loomed above him like some 150-foot-tall giant. Eric felt torn between taking flight or standing his ground and asking the approaching giant to help him cope with his unfortunate situation.
At that very instant, the giant locked his gaze on the tiny figure standing below on the platform.
Eric heard the man's excited, loud voice as the guard exclaimed, "What the hell?"
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