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The sun was now high in the sky, and the warmth of the day felt good on
   the boys back and shoulders. A slight breeze brushed through his blond
   hair, and cooled him off. It was a perfect day. The inhabitants of the
   city did not think so. They had word of the boys arrival, they saw on
   the news broadcasts the destruction that was heading their way. Many
   sought to flee the city, but in their panic, all the roads out were
   blocked and over burdened with the huge flow of traffic. They watched
   in terror as the boy circled the densely populated island, smashing the
   bridges and tunnels, leaving no escape routes open. The boy stood with
   his hands on his waist, in the ankle deep waters that formed the
   downtown harbor. He surveyed his prize, with the knowledge that they
   could do nothing to stop him. He stood, before the city, a towering
   colossus, over a thousand feet tall. The tallest of buildings were just
   over his head, and there were not many of these. The tall seventy and
   eighty story buildings barely reached his shoulders, and the rest of
   the skyscrapers, forty and fifty stories tall, barely reached his
   belly. Many of the older smaller buildings just reached the boys knees.
   Along the waterfront were the apartment projects, knee high boxes,
   with the numerous rows of terraces and windows. Footpaths criss crossed
   the green landscaping, and the trees were like small puffs of green.
   This was as good a place as any to step on dry land. The boy took his
   first step onto the green, it sunk beneath his foot, but supported his
   weight. There was room to walk between the high rise buildings, and the
   boy at first avoided knocking any down. He wanted to see the peoples
   reaction. He knelt down to look closer at the nearest building. He
   could make out the people, looking into the windows of the top floors.
   The people were no more than a half inch tall, He could hold fifty or
   more, in one hand alone. Still kneeling before the first building, he
   placed his palm firmly on the top floor, and gave it a push. The
   building gave way under his hand, it rocked a little, and then at the
   base of the building, puffs of smoke and dust billowed out, indicating
   that the base of the structure was damaged and the building would
   collapse. People dove from the upper floors, to fall to their death,
   the ones inside would be crushed and buried under the rubble. The
   building lowered under his hand, as the building disintegrated. This
   pleased the boy, who then stood up, and took a step over to the next
   building, that looked just like the first. He noticed that the people
   in the building were streaming out, trying to escape. He slowly placed
   his foot on the tiny people, first holding back, and then pushing down
   with his full weight. Then, like someone stamping out a cigarette butt,
   he ground the bodies into a mushy red paste. Lifting his foot now, he
   placed the ball of his foot onto the roof of the apartment. The
   building crumpled under his bare foot, kicking up a cloud of dust and
   smoke. The boy wanted to take a closer look at the people, so he reached
   down and managed to pick up a handful, He held them in his left hand,
   and decided to walk into the heart of the city. Each step was
   different, and each step was a delight. Cars and trucks flattened like
   tin foil, roads buckled, underground water mains would shoot up tiny
   sprays, gas lines ruptured and exploded beneath him as he walked. the
   concrete gave way, and broke like thin ice over a puddle. The boy
   enjoyed every step, taking the time to grind a bus under his heel, or
   to drag his foot through a shopping mall. The streets were more and
   more crowded as he approached the tall downtown buildings.