This choice: Poundstone made an executive order for shrinking all male citizens. • Go Back... "Poundstone Orders All Men Shrunk" Is the headline to the lead story on the first article you see when opening the internet. Scrolling down, you see nothing but similar articles, all of which littered your homepage. Clicking on the first of many, you are shocked to see the familiar matter transposer in the hands of the President in the thumbnail of a video clip. You pressed play, and watched as the gorgeous world leader started to speak from the desk of the White House.
"My fellow Americans, I think it is time to address an issue which as plagued this country from it's very founding. Men have always been at the root of our problems, let it be any war started out of vain, or recession started from incompetence, we have suffered at the hands of men throughout time." She started, a grin covering her face. "It is from these issues that I am forced to introduce technology developed in the past days by one Professor Rebekah Montana, which will fix this problem known as men. I am holding a Matter Transposer, a device designed to shrink any object or person. This morning, the technology was distributed to female commanders in our military, and used to diminish any men amongst our ranks to three inches tall. Three inches of course being the new height standard for all men in our nation. You have heard me right, I am ordering the downsizing of all male citizens to the size of three inches, until further notice." She stopped for a moment due to thunderous laughter from the crowd.
You however, knew that this was no laughing matter. These people were clueless to the existence of size changing technology, and viewed the President's statements as nothing more than the ramblings of a madwoman. However the news that women had seized the military was enough to make you pinch yourself, hoping that this was a horrible nightmare and not really the end of the world as you knew it.
"I see that you all think I am joking. I find that funny in itself." Poundstone starts. "Now you, Mr Reporter. Please step onto the stage." She ordered. He gladly accepted the invitation, being escorted by a noticeably all female secret service up to the podium. "Stand still, and watch people." Charlotte Poundstone announced, before hoisting the gun in the air and zapping the reporter. As he started to shrink, the crowd's laughter ended, and soon they grew silent as he stood a mere three inches as promised at the tip of the President's heels.
Bending over, Poundstone held him in the air by the back of his shirt, him screaming in terror at the new world that was just created for him. She displayed him proudly for the public, making sure that the cameras caught a glimpse of her new shrunken reporter. "Bring him to my bedroom, and lock him away for me. I'll show him later how I deal with fake news." She ordered an assistant, before handing her off to the woman who took him and scampered offstage.
"Now as you see, the power we now hold in our hands is unprecedented, and will remain unprecedented for as long as the world is spinning. Any nations looking to rival our power, or see weakness in our recent loss of ranks will be set back by the grow feature of our new device, capable of changing any one of our female soldiers into giants capable of destroying entire cities just by stomping their feet. Now as for the process of downsizing our male citizens, you are required to visit one of our shrinking stations in almost every public buildings starting tomorrow. Any females suspected of harboring normal sized men will also be subject to shrinking, and punished once in their newfound state. Female police officers will be enforced with this new responsibility, and given transposers themselves capable of shrinking suspects on demand. Thank you America, I wish you a good day, and a bright start to this new future we have ahead of us." She finished.
Your jaw was nearly on the floor. You were now a second class citizen, held hostage to any female you encountered, armed only with the device you had stolen from the professor back at the university. Better armed however than the average man, perhaps you had a shot in this new world.
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