Kelly sat back in her comfortable executive chair while she gazed at some ten monitors. Each screen displayed needless statistics about her captive cities. She had Gulliverian towns, Lilliputian cities, and Microputian continents set atop of tables throughout her lab.
Each civilization served their purpose to the scientist in one way or another. Kelly experimented on her cities with no remorse. Her actions were always clinical and her emotions absent of empathy.
Kelly's stomach rumbled as it worked to digest Jennifer. Her usefulness to Kelly had ended. To Kelly, it seemed like poetic justice to eat the Brobby that had wrought so much horror to the smaller race—though Kelly was no saint herself.
A little burp escaped between Kelly's plush lips. The one-inch Brobby had ceased its struggles within her taut stomach.
Kelly lifted her large frame from her seat and sauntered between the tables of her civilizations.
The Gulliverian towns looked like tiny models used by architects to plan metropolitan expansion. The Lilliputian cities were almost in indiscernible to Kelly's eyes. The cities looked more like a zoomed out satellite picture of a city with wispy grey lines and pepper sized bumps. Then there was the Microputian table. It contained an entire continent complete with a forest and desert biome. A one-millimeter deep layer of water surrounded the continent, which represented a deep ocean for the Microputians.
The Lilliputians and Microputians had a soft spot in Kelly's heart. She worked all hours of the day trying to develop technology that would protect the Lilliputians and Microputians from the Jennifers of the world.
Abigail entered the lab carrying a clipboard in front of her petite breasts. She wore a white lab coat like Kelly, but went with conservative clothes underneath--similar to something she’d wear to the library.
Kelly on the other hand knew loved showing off her body by displaying a lot of her dark brown skin. She also liked wearing spaghetti-strapped heels that added several inches to her already tall stature.
"I got good news," Abbie said in her quiet tone. Never did Abbie think of one day becoming a Prodigian. After all, she was born a Lilliputian. "The test results came in--"
"Well, out with it," Kelly was smiling hard as she walked up to Abbie. The top of Abbie's head didn't even reach Kelly's underboob. Kelly enjoyed throwing her size around, especially around little Abbie. "Did we finally find a winning combination?"
While looking up high at Kelly's excited face, Abbie nodded. "You did it! The ceramic compound works better than expected."
"We did it," Kelly said, bringing Abbie against her body in a tight embrace. Abbie stretched her arms around the large woman and pressed the left side of her face against Kelly's belly. "This was a team effort, and you deserve equal amount of credit.”
The two broke off their hug. “Thanks Kelly. For everything, I mean. Like hiring me, inviting me to this special experiment, for growing me from a Brobby—“
“Don’t get all sappy on me.” Kelly turned her attention to the Lilliputian cities on a nearby table. “I know how I want to test the compound.”
-One Year Later-
“I thought Atlantis was going to be some kind of a Utopia.” Manny said with a heavy alcoholic breath. “They told me to move to Atlantis for opportunity and adventure. They promised me an easy job, a fat salary, and a big apartment. You know I was one of the last groups of immigrant before Atlantis was sunk?”
“I didn’t know that.” A man in a sharp suit said.
“So, the city was sunk, I got my job assignment: exterior window cleaner. One of the most useless fucking jobs someone could have, oh and let us not forget the small paycheck it comes with every two weeks. To make things worse, they gave me the smallest apartment they could find. I’ve been to truck stop restrooms that were bigger than my shithole apartment.”
“Brother, it can’t be all bad.” The suit said. He was drinking a fine dark wine in the dimly lit bar. It was nearing three in the morning, and only pathetic drunks were present. However, the man in the suit did seem out of place. “You’re not a farmer after all. Their accidental death rate is through the roof and at least you got an apartment where you live alone. Some unlucky folks are stuck in the barracks. Imagine sharing a warehouse with a hundred cots.”
“Who are you? Some kind of shrink?” Manny asked.
“Just a concerned citizen, brother.”
Manny blinked a few times, but wasn’t able to rid of the double vision he was seeing. “You must have an easy life in the city. You’re probably some executive that sits behind a desk all day. You don’t have to scrape shit from the outside while wearing a diving suit that could leak any second and kill you. Fuck, I hate this place so much.”
“Careful what you say, brother.”
“No, no, no, I mean it. I fucking hate this place. I hate being at constant risk of death. I hate not being able to see the sky or true outdoors, I hate my job, I hate my life…I hate the fucking bitch I’m inside.”
The man in the suit took one last sip of his wine. He placed it down on the bar and adjusted the cufflinks at each of his wrists.
Manny’s drink did its job of numbing him all over. He was standing at the bar with only one ass cheek on the bar stool. His body struggled to stay still and instead wavered back and forth.
“I told you, brother,” the suit said turning to Manny. “To watch what you say. You know the penalty for blasphemy against the Order.”
“Huh?” The drink in Manny’s belly was on the verge of traveling back up his throat. He was too drunk. “What, are you going to report me? This is just guy talk. Besides, I don’t see any Enforcers anywhere.”
“How about undercover Enforcers?”
“Oh goddamnit.” Even drunk Manny knew what this meant. “So, what now?”
-Two Days Later-
“Manny?” Abigail asked. “Where have you been? I’ve been trying to call you for days now.”
“Jail,” he said, sitting beside her on the bench at the botanical garden. An enormous dome was right above their heads, allowing some of the taller trees ample space. The thick acrylic windows around the garden let in an eerie yellow hue from the outside.
“Oh, god why?” She caressed his shoulder as he slumped over.
“For making disparaging remarks about our so-sigh-ity.” He said in a tone mimicking the mayor and his accent. “The court said they’ll let me off easy since I have a spotless record. Fucking assholes. They reassigned me as a farmer.”
“Oh my god.”
“I’m as good as dead.”
“No, don’t say that. Maybe we can file an appeal or something?”
“Don’t you get it Abbie? You can’t win with these people. Shit, I should be watching what I say right now otherwise they’ll eject me out the city without a suit.” Manny looked around the immediate area and didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. Only other Lilliputians in suits enjoy another day in paradise.
“This isn’t a police state, honey.” Abigail said. “They don’t have cameras and microphones everywhere.”
“It’s not them I’m worried about. It’s the undercover Enforcers.”
Abigail swallowed a lump.
“At least I have you babe.” Manny reached in and gave Abbie, his girlfriend, a kiss.”
The couple walked around the gardens for an hour before heading to the cafeteria. They talked about light topics and ate their foul tasting food—they didn’t consider it food, but the rest of the city seemed content with their meal options.
The couple called it a night and headed back to their respective domiciles. Manny headed for his hole-in-the-wall apartment and Abbie went to her upper-class suite. Transportation in Atlantis consisted of fast moving train cars, interconnected throughout the city via a series of acrylic tubes.
Abigail swiped her transport card through the slot adjacent to a tube entrance. She had to wait a minute for a private train car to show up. Abbie sat down alone and waited for the train to get moving. It was quiet inside the train car as it zipped through the clear tubes. Abbie placed a call on her private phone.
Each civilization served their purpose to the scientist in one way or another. Kelly experimented on her cities with no remorse. Her actions were always clinical and her emotions absent of empathy.
Kelly's stomach rumbled as it worked to digest Jennifer. Her usefulness to Kelly had ended. To Kelly, it seemed like poetic justice to eat the Brobby that had wrought so much horror to the smaller race—though Kelly was no saint herself.
A little burp escaped between Kelly's plush lips. The one-inch Brobby had ceased its struggles within her taut stomach.
Kelly lifted her large frame from her seat and sauntered between the tables of her civilizations.
The Gulliverian towns looked like tiny models used by architects to plan metropolitan expansion. The Lilliputian cities were almost in indiscernible to Kelly's eyes. The cities looked more like a zoomed out satellite picture of a city with wispy grey lines and pepper sized bumps. Then there was the Microputian table. It contained an entire continent complete with a forest and desert biome. A one-millimeter deep layer of water surrounded the continent, which represented a deep ocean for the Microputians.
The Lilliputians and Microputians had a soft spot in Kelly's heart. She worked all hours of the day trying to develop technology that would protect the Lilliputians and Microputians from the Jennifers of the world.
Abigail entered the lab carrying a clipboard in front of her petite breasts. She wore a white lab coat like Kelly, but went with conservative clothes underneath--similar to something she’d wear to the library.
Kelly on the other hand knew loved showing off her body by displaying a lot of her dark brown skin. She also liked wearing spaghetti-strapped heels that added several inches to her already tall stature.
"I got good news," Abbie said in her quiet tone. Never did Abbie think of one day becoming a Prodigian. After all, she was born a Lilliputian. "The test results came in--"
"Well, out with it," Kelly was smiling hard as she walked up to Abbie. The top of Abbie's head didn't even reach Kelly's underboob. Kelly enjoyed throwing her size around, especially around little Abbie. "Did we finally find a winning combination?"
While looking up high at Kelly's excited face, Abbie nodded. "You did it! The ceramic compound works better than expected."
"We did it," Kelly said, bringing Abbie against her body in a tight embrace. Abbie stretched her arms around the large woman and pressed the left side of her face against Kelly's belly. "This was a team effort, and you deserve equal amount of credit.”
The two broke off their hug. “Thanks Kelly. For everything, I mean. Like hiring me, inviting me to this special experiment, for growing me from a Brobby—“
“Don’t get all sappy on me.” Kelly turned her attention to the Lilliputian cities on a nearby table. “I know how I want to test the compound.”
-One Year Later-
“I thought Atlantis was going to be some kind of a Utopia.” Manny said with a heavy alcoholic breath. “They told me to move to Atlantis for opportunity and adventure. They promised me an easy job, a fat salary, and a big apartment. You know I was one of the last groups of immigrant before Atlantis was sunk?”
“I didn’t know that.” A man in a sharp suit said.
“So, the city was sunk, I got my job assignment: exterior window cleaner. One of the most useless fucking jobs someone could have, oh and let us not forget the small paycheck it comes with every two weeks. To make things worse, they gave me the smallest apartment they could find. I’ve been to truck stop restrooms that were bigger than my shithole apartment.”
“Brother, it can’t be all bad.” The suit said. He was drinking a fine dark wine in the dimly lit bar. It was nearing three in the morning, and only pathetic drunks were present. However, the man in the suit did seem out of place. “You’re not a farmer after all. Their accidental death rate is through the roof and at least you got an apartment where you live alone. Some unlucky folks are stuck in the barracks. Imagine sharing a warehouse with a hundred cots.”
“Who are you? Some kind of shrink?” Manny asked.
“Just a concerned citizen, brother.”
Manny blinked a few times, but wasn’t able to rid of the double vision he was seeing. “You must have an easy life in the city. You’re probably some executive that sits behind a desk all day. You don’t have to scrape shit from the outside while wearing a diving suit that could leak any second and kill you. Fuck, I hate this place so much.”
“Careful what you say, brother.”
“No, no, no, I mean it. I fucking hate this place. I hate being at constant risk of death. I hate not being able to see the sky or true outdoors, I hate my job, I hate my life…I hate the fucking bitch I’m inside.”
The man in the suit took one last sip of his wine. He placed it down on the bar and adjusted the cufflinks at each of his wrists.
Manny’s drink did its job of numbing him all over. He was standing at the bar with only one ass cheek on the bar stool. His body struggled to stay still and instead wavered back and forth.
“I told you, brother,” the suit said turning to Manny. “To watch what you say. You know the penalty for blasphemy against the Order.”
“Huh?” The drink in Manny’s belly was on the verge of traveling back up his throat. He was too drunk. “What, are you going to report me? This is just guy talk. Besides, I don’t see any Enforcers anywhere.”
“How about undercover Enforcers?”
“Oh goddamnit.” Even drunk Manny knew what this meant. “So, what now?”
-Two Days Later-
“Manny?” Abigail asked. “Where have you been? I’ve been trying to call you for days now.”
“Jail,” he said, sitting beside her on the bench at the botanical garden. An enormous dome was right above their heads, allowing some of the taller trees ample space. The thick acrylic windows around the garden let in an eerie yellow hue from the outside.
“Oh, god why?” She caressed his shoulder as he slumped over.
“For making disparaging remarks about our so-sigh-ity.” He said in a tone mimicking the mayor and his accent. “The court said they’ll let me off easy since I have a spotless record. Fucking assholes. They reassigned me as a farmer.”
“Oh my god.”
“I’m as good as dead.”
“No, don’t say that. Maybe we can file an appeal or something?”
“Don’t you get it Abbie? You can’t win with these people. Shit, I should be watching what I say right now otherwise they’ll eject me out the city without a suit.” Manny looked around the immediate area and didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. Only other Lilliputians in suits enjoy another day in paradise.
“This isn’t a police state, honey.” Abigail said. “They don’t have cameras and microphones everywhere.”
“It’s not them I’m worried about. It’s the undercover Enforcers.”
Abigail swallowed a lump.
“At least I have you babe.” Manny reached in and gave Abbie, his girlfriend, a kiss.”
The couple walked around the gardens for an hour before heading to the cafeteria. They talked about light topics and ate their foul tasting food—they didn’t consider it food, but the rest of the city seemed content with their meal options.
The couple called it a night and headed back to their respective domiciles. Manny headed for his hole-in-the-wall apartment and Abbie went to her upper-class suite. Transportation in Atlantis consisted of fast moving train cars, interconnected throughout the city via a series of acrylic tubes.
Abigail swiped her transport card through the slot adjacent to a tube entrance. She had to wait a minute for a private train car to show up. Abbie sat down alone and waited for the train to get moving. It was quiet inside the train car as it zipped through the clear tubes. Abbie placed a call on her private phone.
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