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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, based on Gulliver's Travels by Jonathan Swift. Any resemblance to person(s) living or dead is purely coincidental.

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Spooky strode slowly through a back alley, dressed make one think: "prostitute." She looked like a homeless whore staggering back to wherever she flopped at night. We knew a cloud giant was in the area, somewhere. They'd recorded an impact.
I watched from a roof, ghosting along after her. I got this job because I was the spy, the sneaky, sly one of our party. Not a fighter. I had a radio ear bug connecting me to the Guards that ringed the neighborhood. The guards were fighters, out there to make sure that cops didn't come into the area and giants didn't get out. They got that job because they tend to solve problems by hitting people until they weren't problems anymore.
They were mostly reporting bugger all going on.
Uriah was down in the alleys, somewhere, waiting for the bait to be taken. He got the job because he was the one that put names to the bottle caps he'd arranged on our map. I wasn't sure why we had to map out bottle cap proxies, but that's just how it was done. Bill approved whole-heartedly. He rolled his eyes when he did, but he did approve.
Oh, and Spooky got the job she did because there was just no fucking way she'd ask any of her people to go into danger in her place UNLESS someone gave her a sniper rifle that would kill giants, then she'd have taken my job. Winnie approved of her stance whole-heartedly, and did not roll her eyes, either.
Anyway, we were in the impact area for about half an hour before someone accosted Spooky. A rather young-looking man stepped into the light as she passed behind a clinic. "Hey. Are you hungry?"
"What?" she asked, surprised. He looked a little odd. I realized that his clothes were like nothing I'd ever seen before. A loose shirt and baggie trousers in a jagged sort of plaid. Giant or not, this guy was not even attempting to fit in.
"Hungry," he repeated. "You look hungry."
"Everyone around here is hungry," she said. "But a blowjob is twenty bucks. Not twenty bucks worth of take-out."
"Oh, I don’t want anything like that," he said. He stepped closer to her. "I mean, I can give you a warm place to sleep, all the food you could ever eat, and you'd never be cold or lonely or scared of being knifed, ever again."
"Sounds like a hamster cage," she laughed. His smile faltered for a second or two. Then he recovered.
"Okay," he said. "Would you like that? Being a pet, pampered, with giant toys to play with? And all you have to do is say 'Yes, Master,' at the right times?" He slid closer.
"Buddy, I spent the last three days saying 'yes, Master.' It's still twenty for a blowjob, or forty for an hour. Up front."
"Well," he chuckled. "It's not like you're in a position to say no." He grabbed her arm. She screamed. Uriah jumped out from the shadows, assumed the stance of a speaker trained in rhetoric, and shouted, "Unhand that woman! Lay down with your hands behind your head and you won't be harmed!"
I keyed the radio. "Is he always this pompous?"
"I think he's playing it for laughs," a guard replied. "But no one laughs, just in case it isn't a joke."
Down below, Stranger pulled Spooky to his chest and started backing away down the alley. "Or what are you going to do about it?" he asked.
"I shall endeavor to kick your ass," Uriah said.
"Nothing on this pathetic planet could do that!" Stranger laughed. He tossed Spooky away towards a wall. She hit it with a thud and sank down.
Stranger was still facing Uriah as the Prince ran at him. He confidently stood still and let the person he thought was a human take a free shot. Uriah's punch rang his bells. He staggered back. The fact that he still had a head pretty much confirmed that he was a shrunken giant. And the method of shrinking worked the same way as ours, contracting the material down into some crazy density. So he was shocked that he felt the blow, and surprised that Uriah didn't jump back with a broken fist.
"Okay, idiot, you're asking for it." And he slugged back. Uriah dodged, taking only a fraction of the blow.   That fraction slid him across the alley to fetch up against a wall.
Then they really started….
Stranger reached down and grabbed a board from a busted-up pallet. Uriah looked around. He grabbed part of the support from a fire escape and twisted it off the wall. The board shattered into splinters on Uriah's shoulder. And like a cartoon, the metal slat folded across Stranger's face, capturing his profile.
Weapons didn't help and their fists didn't do any actual damage. But that didn't slow them down. The two traded blows for a good while until Stranger got tired of it. "Well, buddy," he growled, "whatever you're doing, it won't work for much longer!" He grabbed something out of his pocket and put it in his mouth.
Uriah stepped back as his opponent started to grow. Body and clothes all swelled up, growing and shifting, causing the asphalt under his boots to crack. He roared an angry challenge and stomped his foot. And Uriah started to laugh. I keyed the mike. "Aw… Da big nafty giant is about forty feet tall."
"That's… Is that human feet, sir? What is that, in, well, giant feet?" a guard asked. I told him about two grepps. The circuit filled with derisive laughter. See, we're all somewhere around seventy feet tall. That's a 'giant,' really. This guy? If he shrank at the same rate we did, he'd be three feet four inches tall. A midget.
Suddenly, I wanted popcorn.
Stranger got upset at Uriah's reaction. He was supposed to be imposing. Not ludicrous. He shouted a wordless noise and lifted his foot. He stomped Uriah's body into the street. Didn't stop his laughing, though. Then my liege stood, tugging himself out of the tarmac. He brushed off his clothes, then charged, and punched Stranger in the top of his foot.
Stranger hadn't thought this through. It was his density that protected him from Uriah's attack. Now he was back to 'normal,' for whatever that word means. And his bones changed from something that resembled fossilized dinosaur bones to just really big and heavy things. I heard the crack of the bone breaking from up high, even through the boot.
Stranger screamed. "Any time now," I told the guards. They acknowledged and started to move in closer.
Below, Stranger snapped out a kick. I saw it coming, Uriah saw it coming. It was probably as hard for the Prince not to duck as it had been for me not to jump down and rescue Spooky. But it was his plan. So he let the big (ha!) idiot kick him, sailing off into the gloom of the alley. Stranger reached down to pick up Spooky, then turned and ran. Or, you know, limped with urgency. I followed, running across the rooftops.
Two blocks later, he slid to a stop in a little parking lot. He pulled something else from his pocket and threw it on the ground. There was a green explosion, and the shaft of a vine shot up into the sky. It was weird, though, it looked like a really cheap special effect.
Right by the little giant, it was realistic, a living thing with leaves and everything. Up at the level of the roof, where I was, there were fewer details. And above me, it faded in the night until I could see stars through it.
"Gotcha," I said happily. When it was as fully formed as it was going to get, Stranger stepped forward and put a hand on the shaft. That's when Spooky disappeared. She shrank down in his grip and fell through his fingers. She'd assured me that a fall from that height would not be fatal. Gravity doesn’t mean as much to someone who weighs less than a cookie, but has the muscle structure of regular people.
She'd said, anyway.
I couldn't see where she landed, or how. Stranger had no idea where she'd gone. He swore and started to look around. "Noise," I said. The guards instantly started shouting to each other, like they were coordinating a search. Stranger looked around in confusion and surprise, then swore and just started climbing.
I ducked down until he was higher than I was. Already, the base of the beanstalk had started to lose definition.   I chose my spot. Once he'd climbed above it, I hopped up and jumped for the stalk.
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If Jack the Giant Killer ever told people that he climbed the damned beanstalk, he's a filthy little liar. The branches on that thing are sized for forty foot tall giants. Heh. Sorry, I can't use that term without a laugh.   Yes, they're big and nasty and can toss cars around, but deep down I just always see them like kids playing army, stomping around in high voices and daddy's too-big boots. How about 'hulks?' We'll use hulks. Because 'twerps' doesn't imply any size.
I should have realized the hand that squeezed the dumpster was too small to be a real giant's grip. I'm just not in the habit of examining giant crime scenes from this perspective.
So, anyway, the branches are set the perfect distance for cloud-hulk legs and arms. Jack, or people that are Jack-sized at the time, have the disadvantage. It's like climbing a ladder without touching any of the rungs but the top and the bottom. Plus, there's a lot of magic on the stalk. It's 'real' in the vicinity of the giant. If I lagged behind him, the living, breathing plant became fabric stretched over a wooden frame. And too far behind, it just faded to nothingness.
Someone carried Jack up that thing. Which casts the rest of his heroism in doubt, too, I should think.   For me, I could shove my fingers into the stalk and make my own hand and foot-holds. And with a broken foot, the hulk above me wasn't climbing too swiftly. In fact, the hard part was to not climb up into him when he took a break to whine.
Eventually, though, he climbed up into a cloud. It was lit up nicely, orange from the city lights far below. He passed the last few branches, then stepped off of the stalk. One hand remained in contact as he whimpered some more. I climbed as fast as I could, not sure how long the thing would remain if he let go.
"Well?" That was a new voice.
"It doesn't work anymore!" Stranger complained.
"What? What do you mean?"
"I got in a fight with a human!"
"So? More for the cages. Unless you killed him? Her?"
"I couldn’t even bruise him!" Stranger whined. I got up level with his ankles and stepped off.
We were in open country. Rolling hills of grass slept under a full moon. I had no idea if Earth had a full moon that night. It was probably something I should have noticed. Yes, I thought to myself, I should be better prepared to identify my situation when I've traveled to a completely different world or maybe just a slightly changed world I never suspected existed.
There were two hulks beside me, arguing over exactly what had happened. Stranger I knew, the other guy was older, and carrying a sturdy-looking cage, just the right size to hold a few humans. Old Guy clearly didn't accept Stranger's account of just what the fuck had happened down on Earth. Stranger insisted that he was accurate AND whined that the little fucking thing had broken his foot.
After all that, he didn't mention Spooky disappearing from his hand. Old Guy was clearly not in the mood to hear about more failure. "Fool!" he snapped. "You didn't get ANY humans? Don't you realize how vital this is? We only have so many beans!"
"I know, but… But, they were everywhere! I almost got caught!"
"And what would they have done to you? Locked you up in one of their tiny jails? Bah." It was about that point I realized they were talking in Dingar. The language of ancient Brobdingrag.
I thought, Dear Maker, please tell me I'm not related to these people….  Maybe we both come from Atlantis, okay, maybe?  Created by dark sorceries and strange sciences? But from two completely discrete research efforts? Maybe like the Manhattan Project and, I dunno, Operation Dumbo? Stranger's ears DID stick out pretty far….
They got more of the magic, we got the size and the sophistication? Anyway, all speculation aside, I was there to find out what was going on. I stepped out from behind the dandelion I was crouching by and spoke. "Whoa," I said slowly, in English. They turned and stared, finding me in the grasses at their feet. "You guys are, like, huuuuuuuge."
"There's one!" Old Guy said, as if Stranger's eyes weren't already bugging out. He reached for me.
"Hey, little fellow, come here."
"This is like the stories, right?" I asked dreamily. "So… This world is like our world, but….huuuuuge? So, somewhere, there's, like, huge weed? With leaves you can roll a cigar out of?"
"That's right," Stranger said soothingly. "Come here and we'll go find some weeds."
"Far out!" I stood still as the hulk reached down and picked me up. He was not particularly careful about my comfort, but I tried not to let it show. Then he bunged me into the cage and the two started walking. There was no conversation. I held onto the cage bars and looked around. There was a small (by population) town hulking across the valley, they headed towards a house on one edge of the village.
Inside, Stranger put the cage down on a counter as Old Guy turned up a lamp. There were rows and rows of cages set up on several shelves. About half of them full of humans, blinking at the sudden light. My cage was a little apart from the others. A man in the closest cage waved, caught my eye and gestured for silence.
The hulks bustled around the place for a few minutes as I looked around. The humans looked to be in good health. Better health than they'd had on the streets, anyway. They were grouped five to a cage, separated by gender. The row of cages on the top shelf were full, about half of the ones at my level were.
The last cage had one occupant. Sister Sarah waved at me.
Whatever the hulks were doing, they finished, dimmed the lights and moved farther back in the building. I heard feet on stairs and assumed their personal quarters were on the second floor. A sigh of relief passed through the caged. "Okay," Sarah called, "now we can talk."
"They don't let us talk?" I asked.
"They don't like to be distracted," she said. "So, Peter. Giants are real, huh? Who'd have thought?"
"I bloody well would have," I snarled.
"Well, welcome to either a pet store or a zoo," she told me. "Don't worry, you're only going to be in isolation for a day. So as not to spread any diseases."
"They're afraid I'm going to infect homeless people?"
"Oh, no, they have some sort of medicine, clears everything up, even acne," she said cheerfully. "And the food's good. And there's plenty of it."
"I guess they can afford to share," I nodded.
"Yeah, they're taking good care of their exhibits," a guy in another cage shouted.
"They just don't want their customers coming back and complaining about sick pets," a woman shouted back.
I think Sarah rolled her eyes. Hard to tell in the moonlight coming through the windows. "That's the debate," she explained. "The giants never tell us-"
"Can we not call them giants?" I interrupted. Dead silence through all the cages.
"What, ah, what else would you call them, Peter?" Sarah asked.
"Hulks?" I suggested.
"They're not green?" someone confused back at me.
"Look, I just have a certain picture in my mind of what a giant is, and they…. They're not it." The whole caged population glanced over at the doorway the two had left through, then back at me. "Fine," I said. "They can be giants, unless and until a new standard can be established."
"Well, you have plenty of time to make your case," Sarah called to me.
"Not really," I said. "It's been a crazy couple of days."
She sounded confused when she asked, "And that is important because….?"
"Because I'm not sure when's the last time I brushed my teeth," I said. I paced the cage, testing the welds at the frame, the thickness of the bolt on the door.
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