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Chloe awoke with a stinging headache. Rubbing her temples, she sat up, leaning against the edge of a smooth, gray surface. Strange black protrusions lined the wide platform before her, but she couldn't quite seem to focus on them. A huge video screen, or possibly a projection display, rose up just beyond the dark rectangular pads. She squinted, trying to read the text there, but failed, although she had to admit something about the pattern looked familiar.

She stood, wobbling a bit in her boots, and straightened out her plaid jacket and skirt. What happened...? She remembered Kyle coming in, eager to show her something about the new reducing formula the company had developed. He had a spray bottle in one hand, like something one might use to clean a countertop, and then...then he spritzed her with it, and the room spun around, seeming to expand outward in all directions, and then...

Gasping, Chloe spun back to the video screen towering over her. The headache faded into the background as her eyes finally focused on the words there...the words of the email she'd read just before he came bursting into the office. The enormous phrases almost struck her like physical blows, and her breath caught in her throat as the implications hammered home.

...concentrated doses...

...reduction in size...

...might be permanent...!

She whirled, now taking in her surroundings with deep-rooted horror. She stood on the ege of her own laptop computer, n her own desk, next to ordinary objects now blown up to ridiculously huge proportions. As she realized with numbing dread just what this all had to mean, her eyes caught handwriting on the Post-it pad nearby...handwriting that wasn't hers. She moved slowly over there, focusing on the crisply written letters, trying to think about anything else other than how small she was now.

She reached the notepad and stepped up onto it. Now she could see the letters formed words. Names, actually. The names all four women who worked in the lab. The first name was hers...and it had a check mark next to it.

"I-I'm first on the list," she whimpered softly, and her heart skipped a beat as she heard the office door creak open...

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Chloe awoke with a stinging headache. Rubbing her temples, she sat up, leaning against the edge of a smooth, gray surface. Strange black protrusions lined the wide platform before her, but she couldn't quite seem to focus on them. A huge video screen, or possibly a projection display, rose up just beyond the dark rectangular pads. She squinted, trying to read the text there, but failed, although she had to admit something about the pattern looked familiar.

She stood, wobbling a bit in her boots, and straightened out her plaid jacket and skirt. What happened...? She remembered Kyle coming in, eager to show her something about the new reducing formula the company had developed. He had a spray bottle in one hand, like something one might use to clean a countertop, and then...then he spritzed her with it, and the room spun around, seeming to expand outward in all directions, and then...

Gasping, Chloe spun back to the video screen towering over her. The headache faded into the background as her eyes finally focused on the words there...the words of the email she'd read just before he came bursting into the office. The enormous phrases almost struck her like physical blows, and her breath caught in her throat as the implications hammered home.

...concentrated doses...

...reduction in size...

...might be permanent...!

She whirled, now taking in her surroundings with deep-rooted horror. She stood on the ege of her own laptop computer, n her own desk, next to ordinary objects now blown up to ridiculously huge proportions. As she realized with numbing dread just what this all had to mean, her eyes caught handwriting on the Post-it pad nearby...handwriting that wasn't hers. She moved slowly over there, focusing on the crisply written letters, trying to think about anything else other than how small she was now.

She reached the notepad and stepped up onto it. Now she could see the letters formed words. Names, actually. The names all four women who worked in the lab. The first name was hers...and it had a check mark next to it.

"I-I'm first on the list," she whimpered softly, and her heart skipped a beat as she heard the office door creak open...