Tiny Little Secretaries.

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This story is now part of SLIGHTLY SPOOKY STORIES.

Fiction.

I know; it’s been done a thousand times; and I know you are getting ready to turn away but wait.

Just give me a couple of minutes to explain.

This isn’t just another half-baked science fiction story, this really happened; and it happened to me.

To start with, there is a reason why there are so many stories going around about shrinking people, and there have even been a few movies on the subject; Rachel Welch was in one, if I remember rightly. People are fascinated by the idea of really tiny people.

Sorry, I got a little sidetracked there; back to my story.

I was just another poorly paid research scientist working for one of those faceless, almost nameless U.S. corporations that had set up labs here in the 1950s when there was a huge disparity between the value of our dollar and theirs; in other words, we were cheaper.

All that changed a few years back when the then President of the US, George W Bush did what no other President had done in the past; he didn’t defend the US dollar when it came under attack; he let it slide. He saw it as a quick fix for an economy in trouble; a cheap devaluation. Consequently, our dollar rose sharply in value.

Which is vaguely interesting, I guess, expect that now our ageing laboratory and research complex is bleeding money; we aren’t cheap anymore. 

The bosses told us point-blank —— ‘come up with something spectacular or face closure.’

I can’t afford to be out of a job, even a crummy job like this one is better than no job at all.

There is nothing like a little Armageddon-encouragement to get the juices flowing.

They wanted spectacular; I’ll give it to them.

 

I’d had the formulae worked out for some time but I’d shelved the project partly because I didn’t want to be laughed at and partly because of the impracticality of human testing. 

 

If it came down to it I was, and still am, opposed to animal testing. I once sent an anonymous letter to the head of our complex suggesting that I would find a way to turn him inside out if we ever resorted to that sordid business. He must have thought that I sounded crazy enough to do it because the idea stopped appearing on agenda sheets.

 

As I said, I was pretty sure that the formulae would work so I advertised for test subjects. To my amazement the top brass let me. I guess they wanted to keep their lousy jobs as well.

 

I placed the ads and thought that would be the end of it; but no. We got a whole bunch of replies. At first I thought they might be cranks but when we arranged interviews they all turned up with one exception; and even he rang in and apologised.

 

We ended up with a canteen full of prospective test subjects and, thanks to a microphone and portable Amp’ from a musician in Accounts, I addressed the assembled multitude.

 

“Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. We have gathered you here today to say that the murderer is in this room.”

 

Well, I thought it was funny but all I got was blank stares.

 

“Sorry about that, just a bit of scientist humour.” 

Still no smiles. 

“We’ve got a right bunch here”, I whispered to my colleague, but he looked at me blankly as well. He later told me that he was trying to work out the joke.

 

I need a holiday.

 

“Before we go any further I feel that I should make it quite clear that what you are signing up for is incredibly dangerous and will most likely result in your death. If you sign up you are signing away the right for your relatives to sue us for your death so all you will get is the $50 a day and a sandwich from the canteen, most likely ham and cheese, but there is always the possibility of ham and tomato.”

 

Dead silence. I even thought I heard a cricket.

 

“I said you could, and probably will die from the effects of these tests.”

 

A bloke up the back put his hand up and asked, “Exactly how many sandwiches do we get and are we paid at the end of the day, in cash, assuming we survive.” 

A chorus of voices reiterated this blokes questions and added a few extras like, “Is a drink included with the sandwiches?” and, “Do we get a T-Shirt with ‘I survived the mad-scientists experiments’, assuming we do survive.” 

This question got a lot of support so I said, “Yes”. And they said, “Yes, to which bits?” To which I said, “Yes to all of it.” 

What did I care? 

Most of them were probably not going to survive and the rest of them were going to be very tiny indeed. I could hand paint them if necessary. The whole thing was insane and now the insanity had been lifted to a whole new level.

I could have been a doctor or a dentist, like my mother wanted, but no, I had to ‘follow my dream’ and become a research scientist.

Bugger it! 

I’m going to shrink the buggery out of these people and save all our jobs.

 

Fast forward a couple of months and what should have been a celebration turns into a wake.

We successfully shrunk a whole bunch of people but we were particularly successful with the women. 

We were about to market the idea to a company that supplies secretaries all over the world, when a bunch of five-star-generals from the U.S. Army turned up and told us that because the parent company was incorporated in the US they were confiscating our research under the provisions of the Patriot Act.

 

So, we are out of a job and the Yanks get to skink anyone they like.

 

Bloody unfair if you ask me, but they did say that they would keep the canteen open while they packed up all our research and this means that we can eat all the sandwiches we want; for the rest of the week.

 

I have no idea what they are going to do with all the left over ‘tiny little people’ that we had collected, and frankly I don’t care.

 

I don’t work her anymore.

 

Oh, and by the way, no animals were hurt during the telling of this story and no one got turned inside out; but a lot of sandwiches didn’t make it.

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Enjoy my work.? Then buy me a coffee?

Enjoy my work.? Then buy me a coffee?

  

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15 thoughts on “Tiny Little Secretaries.

    • I’m so pleased that someone got ‘the cricket’. It’s very Warner Brothers. I agree about funny……. so difficult, especially when Aussie humour is hurled at North Americans……….. fortunately ‘my’ North Americans are a forgiving and perceptive bunch.
      Terry

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  1. I hope the microphone and portable Amp’ from the musician in Accounts was duly returned. If it wasn’t I would like to have been a fly on the wall.

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    • Thank you for the comments……… I enjoyed the thought of you getting a smile over breakfast……. that’s the kind of comment that makes this worthwhile.
      Terry

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    • That’s a very cool idea……… love to know how you get on……… as you know I have a PayPal button on my site now. I worried about it for a while but I too need to eat, and publishing a book costs money…… not a lot, but money just the same, and there are two more books I would like to publish and I would like the writing to at least pay for itself…….. eating is good too. I’ve had a couple of people ‘buy me a coffee’ which made my heart warm but I think that most of my readers are doing it just as hard as I am [I’m not poor my any means, but I like to ‘pull my weight’] I actually think that a lot of the people who read my stuff are doing it a lot harder than I am, so I can see why they may not be able to contribute to my little enterprise……… and that’s okay, but I think that ‘artists’ should ask for support from those who enjoy their art. It makes sense. My plumber expects me to pay for his ‘art’ and every time I turn on my tap and water comes out, I remember his skill and I remember the bill !!!!! Enough babbling……please let me know how it goes………
      Terry

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