One second you are standing in the front yard, and the next second the grass is taller than a skyscraper.
You blink. The dandelion next to you is approximately the size of a school bus. A single ant — one ant — trundles past and it is the size of a golden retriever. You look down at your robotic hands. They are the same size as always. Everything ELSE has gotten enormous.
Estephen's neon scales flash full panic-cyan. He points one clawed finger at a small silver gadget buzzing in the dirt behind you. "Okay, so — I think that's the thing that did it," he says.
The gadget is your own invention. The Atmospheric Molecular Compressor, Mark II. You brought it outside to test it on a leaf.
You were not supposed to be standing next to the leaf.
A beetle the size of a school bus rumbles by, shaking the ground like a slow earthquake. You adjust your monocle.
"Quite," you say.