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The Assistant (2023)
🕑 Added 2024-04-01 12:00:14 +0000 UTCDr. Alexander Cross had been toiling over his miniaturizer machine for a solid two years now, pouring heart and soul into the contraption. It wasn't just another project; it was his obsession, his all-or-nothing gamble. Everything he'd ever strived for hung in the balance of this gadget's success or failure. The whole spiel behind this invention was to shrink stuff—food, gadgets, you name it—for easier hauling, especially in the boonies where getting supplies was a trek. Made sense, right? More cargo in fewer trips, what could possibly go wrong?
However, as Dr. Cross eyeballed the buzzing machine in front of him, doubts slithered into his mind like shadows creeping in from the corners. What if this thing blew up in his face? What if it brought on a whole new brand of chaos? Time alone would decide whether his brainchild was hailed as a godsend or damned as a calamity.
No time to dwell on that now. He had to make this work, and fast. Two years back, he got laughed out of his last gig as an engineer for even suggesting the possibility of shrinking matter, let alone building a machine to pull it off. He had a score to settle with that outfit, a point to prove. He wasn't just some punchline, damn it.
He wasn’t flying solo in this endeavour, not entirely. His neighbour Brad, lacking in formal education like Cross, played a crucial supporting role. While Cross dove deep into his tinkering, Brad made sure he didn’t morph into a malnourished hermit, ensuring he grabbed a meal, sipped some coffee, and maintained a shred of social interaction. Brad had a habit of barging in unannounced, catching Cross absorbed in his work, oblivious to the passage of time. The two would chat, and Brad would ask questions about the machine, though understood very little of it. All he knew to do was turn it on and turn it off, if ever needed.
As Dr. Cross fastened the final wire, a surge of confidence washed over him. He believed he'd crossed the finish line; the machine was complete. Surveying his creation, it resembled something out of "Honey, I Shrunk the Kids," albeit smaller and with a touch less complexity. Yet, it’s simplicity belied its potential power. Dr. Cross couldn't help but feel a surge of triumph, convinced that this contraption would do precisely what he intended.
With a decisive press, Dr. Cross activated the Standby button, igniting a symphony of mechanical whirrs as the machine surged to life. He punched in 30 seconds on the timer, eagerly anticipating the countdown to his inaugural shrinking experiment. Consumed by excitement, he spun around too swiftly, colliding with an overhead lamp that sent him staggering backward, dazed. Oblivious to his hand inadvertently triggering the timer button in the process, he soldiered on, hastily dragging a table into position and meticulously placing an apple at its centre. Lost in his preparations, he failed to notice the machine's ominous escalation behind him, its mechanical orchestra crescendoing to an eerie climax. In an instant, a blinding beam of light erupted from the contraption, enveloping Dr. Cross and subjecting him to a surreal transformation, shrinking him down to mere centimetres in stature before he could comprehend the gravity of his situation.
Before he could blink, Dr. Cross found himself sprawled on the floor, his senses reeling as if he'd been jolted by a surge of electricity. Rising unsteadily to his feet, he gazed around in a daze, only to be met with a scene straight out of a nightmare mingled with fascination. Towering above him, stretching seemingly endless, was his laboratory—his machines, his desk, his files—everything, now transformed into titanic monuments. His invention had worked, but the cruel twist was that he... he was now minuscule.
A cold shiver of dread crept down his spine as the gravity of his predicament sank in. How on earth was he going to reverse this eerie transformation and return to his former size?
Before Dr. Cross could even begin to formulate a plan, a deafening crash shattered the eerie silence of his miniature world.
"YO DOC!" The booming voice reverberated through the air. "YOU THERE? I BROUGHT YOUR USUAL.”
"Brad!" Dr. Cross called out, his voice barely a whisper amidst the vastness of his surroundings.
"YOU IN HERE? DON’T WORRY, I LEFT MY SHOES OUTSIDE..." Brad's voice trailed off as he stepped into the lab, his curiosity piqued. "DR. CROSS?"
Dr. Cross was paralyzed with shock. In fact, he felt a trickle of warmth as he realized he'd wet himself in sheer terror. Brad loomed like a colossus in the doorway, a titan compared to Dr. Cross's diminutive form, carrying two coffee cups in his hands. The same guy who'd provided him with light-hearted banter and companionship now stood as an unwitting behemoth, casting his gaze across the empty expanse of the lab. Dr. Cross peered downward, his heart sinking as he realized Brad's casual mention of shoes was no idle chatter. The giant was indeed barefoot, his massive feet making thunderous thuds against the wooden floor of the lab.
Helpless and minute, Dr. Cross could only watch as Brad shrugged nonchalantly at his absence, carrying on a one-sided conversation as if Dr. Cross were simply out of earshot, a scenario they'd often encountered when Dr. Cross was occupied elsewhere.
"OH, IS THIS THE MACHINE?" Brad's booming voice filled the room as he lumbered over to the contraption, his curiosity piqued. "IS IT DONE?" He leaned in to inspect the machine but refrained from touching anything.
"Brad!" Dr. Cross's voice rang out once more, a desperate plea drowned out by the vastness of the space. He waved his tiny arms frantically, hoping against hope to catch Brad's attention as the giant neighbour scrutinized his invention.
"OH, DR. CROSS!" The giant's voice thundered through the house, a deafening roar that rattled Dr. Cross to his very core. "IS THE MACHINE SUPPOSED TO BE RUNNING?"
"Brad, no!" Dr. Cross's desperate plea was a mere whisper in the face of Brad's colossal confusion. But before he could intervene, Brad took matters into his own hands.
With a sinking feeling of helplessness, Dr. Cross watched as Brad reached out and flicked the switch, abruptly halting the machine's operation. Its comforting hum dissolved into oppressive silence, leaving Dr. Cross stranded as nothing more than a tiny speck on the floor of his lab. He sank to his knees in despair, realizing that not only had his life's work succeeded, but his very existence now hung by a thread.
"HEY, DR. CROSS, MIND IF I SNAG THIS APPLE?" Brad's voice echoed through the cavernous space, each word a thunderclap in Dr. Cross's ears. With dread pooling in his gut, Dr. Cross raised his head slightly, only to see Brad's colossal foot descending toward him like a falling tree.
The impact was merciless, sending Dr. Cross tumbling backward, his world spinning as he crashed to the ground with bone-jarring force. Stunned and disoriented, he lay there, staring up at the vast expanse of Brad's big toe looming over him, a looming reminder of his insignificance in this oversized nightmare. A scent of old rubber and sweat washed over the tiny man as the giant above took the apple in his hands.
"HMM..." Brad's ponderous voice rumbled overhead. "GUESS HE'S NOT HERE."
Dr. Cross could only watch in resignation as Brad claimed the apple, took a bite, and lumbered away, leaving behind his shrunken neighbour to fend for himself. With vacant eyes and a heavy heart, Dr. Cross witnessed his one hope of salvation depart through the towering doorway, the resounding slam of the front door sealing his fate in silence.
Comments
Joee
Maybe he will! I do have such a shot I could make do with :)
Curious me
Love this story and would personally love for Brad to find the almost invisibly small spec of man and keep him as a pet. I mean Brad's not smart enough to fix him and he wouldn't be that hard to take care of. He can just feed him crumbs and carry him around in his shirt pocket and snag on of Doc's Petri dish for his home
