Macro Blues
written by Brahma
all characters © 2002 Brahma's player

He wasn't sure when he got used to his patient. Sitting there, notepad in hand, a tape recorder for any parts he might miss during the session. A perfectly normal procedure of things...

...except he was on the roof of a 20 story building, and his patient stood about fifty feet taller than the structure. He was leaning forward causally, his huge hands gently gripping the edge.

"And then there's the fear, doc."

The psychologist snapped out of his musing. "Fear? What does a giant like you have to fear?"

The giant in question shook his head. "You don't understand. It's the fear of guys your size. All I want is to be able to talk to people, but everyone thinks I'm going to step on them, or even worse, eat them! I try to explain to them that I don't do that, but no one takes the time to listen."

"You realize you can't help some of the damage you cause. Your very weight cracks the roads you have to walk on. Your footfalls cause earthquakes."

The giant gave him a sad look, and the psychiatrist felt a bit of sympathy for him. "All I want is to have someone to talk to, doc. I can't help it that I haven't stopped growing since I was fifteen."

The doctor nodded. He knew the story--it was one of the things the giant told him when their sessions began. At 15, he was a normal teenage boy, until the growth began. At first, it was natural, if not a bit unusual, as he grew rapidly in two months to a towering seven feet, six inches. He stayed at that height for an entire year, and pursued athletics--football to be exact, since he also gained a powerful five-hundred pound frame to match. They called him 'The Juggernaut", and it fit him, according to his story.

Then, a year later, he started growing, and didn't stop. Clothes rapidly became too small for his increasing size, and soon even his own house was too small of a fit. His classmates were intimidated by him, and when he accidentally stepped on the assistant principal's car? Well, that began his clinical depression. He ran away from home, and no one went to look for him. Which furthered his depression. He was able to take some odd jobs to keep him fed, because at his size, there were some benefits. He could lift heavy things, dig deep trenches, and demolish condemned buildings with ease. Except for the fact some organization or another always fought this. Unions, concerned citizens, and the like, so he was forced away.

The doctor mused on how easy this creature could turn bitter, and lash out on a fragile world. With his size, there was little anyone could do to stop him. Yet, here he was, unburdening himself to the little alligator on the rooftop with a piece of paper that said he was qualified to help him.

"John," the psychiatrist began, "you say all you want is a friend, right?"

The massive lynx nodded his head. "Yeah, I really do. I don't want to be lonely anymore." He tried to say something else, but the timer on the psychologist's watch indicated the session was over.

"I'm sorry, John, our time is up." The alligator stood, brushing off a piece of lint on his suit before looking back up to the giant lynx's eyes. "I'd like to schedule another time to talk. Say, in ten minutes?" Seeing the look of confusion in the feline's eyes, he continued. "It'll take me that long to get my briefcase and get down to the ground floor. I was thinking we could go to the park and talk."

"Uh...sure! That'd be great! Thanks, doc!"

"Call me Tom. This session is no charge, by the way. Maybe we can catch a baseball game afterwards?"