She got involved with a group of students who were anticapitalist, antigovernment, antipossessions, anti-practically anything I stood for. I hoped she'd grow out of it, but she wanted to sell all our possessions, get a one room flat and live among her fellow radicals. She even cut her hair very short and would only wear clothes she found at a second hand shop. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and broke off our relationship.
We still kept in touch on occasion. She was getting into all kinds of political activities that involved "Green" technologies, climate change, socialized medicine, banning private property ownership, became a vegan......totally off the hook. She'd get involved in anything that promised to "save the planet".
Then one day, in my Junior year, I got a phone call. It seems she had volunteered for an experiment involving the miniaturization of people. Some nutbag had designed a way to shrink living organisms and was planning on building microcities, protected by domes, where the 5 inch tall people would live, farm and grow crops. It was intended to reduce the human strain on the Earth by allowing the population to continue to expand, but the overpopulation problem would be solved as there would be so much more Earth for the miniaturized people, which eventually would be the entire population of the planet, except of course, for the elite few leaders that would stay normal sized. Well, she had been miniaturized to 5 inches, but the machine malfunctioned, and she couldn't be returned to normal size. Her parents were out of the country on some Peace Corps thing for six months and couldn't even be reached, she had no other family, and she didn't trust her new "friends" in the movements. She told the staff that she wanted me to take care of her until her parents came home or the machinery was repaired.
Of course, I agreed. Part of me still felt something for her ( which part?

