Some time in the early 21st century, a mysterious star-cruiser materialized in low Earth orbit directly over the equator, then descended into the upper ozone layer as the fingers of the lone astronaut piloting the craft danced gracefully over the control console in front of her. Matter from the ozone layer was pulled upwards through vents and converted nearly instantly by replicators into sophisticated satellites armed with neutrino dissimilators, which were launched into space.

Within less than an hour, hundreds of thousands of these satellites had circumnavigated the Earth and were positioned directly above the equator, each satellite within visual range from one another, in geosynchronous orbit. Once they were in place, the woman piloting the star-cruiser took over every radio and television channel, civilian and military, and spoke to the world for the first time. Television viewing on every station, including satellite and cable, was interrupted by an image of a blonde-haired, blue-eyed woman wearing a black Nazi SS uniform. A swastika armband was on her left arm, and she wore a black leather miniskirt and black leather mid-calf boots. Atop her head was a black leather cap worn by Nazi officers during World War Two, and behind her there was a huge black Swastika on a red and white banner.

"People of Earth, I am Raleigh Doran, but you can call me Raleigh. I am a time traveler from the 221st century of an alternate reality called Dimension Zero, a world where the Nazis emerged victorious from World War Two. Imagine my dismay when I learned that some worlds, such as yours, had a different outcome during the second world war. I am here to correct that mistake. This Sunday morning, at 7:00 a.m. according to the time in Berlin, my satellites will miniaturize every man and woman on the planet who possess less than fifty percent Caucasian ancestry. Within ten generations, all the inhabitants of this world shall be Aryan! Over the next several hours, I will set up collection centers at every county courthouse on the planet, where my fembots will provide you with transparent titanium containers to keep your captives in! To prove this is not a hoax, I will now shrink the Washington monument down to one one-hundredth of its normal height. I will also soon choose a reporter from one of your news networks to interview me, because I know you have a lot of questions for me. And now, a warning: if any manned space shuttles are launched to try to thwart my satellites, they will be dealt with by me!"

Raleigh piloted her star-cruiser down through the atmosphere, and flew in over Washington, DC. The people on the ground looked up to see a starship the size of ten pro football stadiums. The fifty-terawatt generators gave off an audible hum that pierced every structure in the city. When her star-cruiser was in position about a hundred yards above the Washington monument, Raleigh let loose with a neutrino dissimilator cannon and reduced it to less than six feet high. Everyone on the planet who had a television set on at that time witnessed the event.

In a living room somewhere in Arroyo Lucia, a city on the central coast of California, 21-year-old Pearl Grinder sat watching her television with her 25-year-old brother Chip and her 21-year-old friend Hayley Holland. All three of them had blonde hair and blue eyes. Together, they had listened to Raleigh's entire speech, and saw the Washington monument shrink down to size on television. The message repeated itself as Chip used the remote control to check the channels, only to find that Raleigh's message was on every single station.

"Awesome!" Pearl said.

"It would be awesome, if it were true," Chip said.

"What makes you say that, Chip?" Hayley asked.

"Whoever this 'Raleigh' is, she had the ability to take over all the TV channels, including cable. That's a pretty amazing accomplishment, but it doesn't mean she has shrink-rays. She could've used special effects to make it look like the Washington monument was shrunk!"

"My brother's got a point," Pearl said, "we shouldn't get our hopes up, but that doesn't mean he's one-hundred percent right. He has his doubts, and that's good, but all we can do is wait until 7:00 a.m. Berlin time on Saturday, and see if all the Mexicans in our neighborhood shrink!"

"What time will it be here on the West coast when it's 7:00 a.m. Sunday in Berlin?" Hayley asked.

"I went to Germany last Summer," said Pearl. "Berlin is nine hours ahead of us, so that would mean..." Pearl counted on her fingers, "It'll be 10 o'clock Saturday night our time!"

"I've got an idea!" Hayley said. "Let's throw a party here on Saturday, and invite all the Mexicans we know! If that Raleigh chick is legit, we can watch them shrink!"

Across town, there lived a woman named Jasmine Jenson who didn't know the Nordic-featured trio. She was sitting in the living room with her father Elroy and her uncle Leroy.

"I was stationed in Germany when I was in the army," said Elroy. "Berlin is nine hours ahead of us, so Raleigh's attack should take place at 10 o'clock Saturday night our time!"

"That gives us two days to prepare!" said Leroy.

Elroy turned and looked at his daughter. "Jasmine, if that lady is tellin' the truth, then you should stay normal-sized when me and your Uncle Leroy shrink, because your mom was white! According to Raleigh, anyone who's half-white won't get shrunk!"

"Daddy," Jasmine replied, "this is all just a publicity stunt! When it looked like the Washington monument was shrunk, it was just a hoax!"

"Well," Elroy said, "you just make sure you're here on Saturday night just in case!"

Jasmine's Uncle Leroy added, "And round up all your white friends to help you! Once this shrinking goes down, anyone who's not white will be a target!"

"Uncle Leroy, I don't have any white friends!"

"Then round up all your half-white friends! Who's that half-white, half-Mexican chick you hang around with? B-girl, or C-girl or something like that?"

"It's G-girl, Uncle Leroy!" Jasmine replied. "She's a gangster!."

"Well, you just make sure you know how to get a hold of her!" said Uncle Leroy.

The next day was Friday, and it was sunny and bright all across Arroyo Lucia. When school was out, 18-year-old Taz Thompson, a senior in high school and the youngest of Pearl Grinder's friends, came over with a cardboard box. After Pearl let her inside, Taz dumped out the contents of the box on the carpet, revealing several dozen transparent containers about the size of matchboxes.

"Look what I got at the courthouse today!" said Taz. "There were a couple of Raleigh's scoutships parked there, and a troop of fembots that looked just like Raleigh were handing these out!"

"Fembots?" Pearl asked.

"These containers are all made of transparent titanium!" said Taz. "They have little transparent gears, and a fuel cell of transparent liquid! You just press this button on top, and the gear assembly slides the box open!"

"Transparent titanium?" Pearl asked.

"Yep!" Taz replied. "Let me show you!"

Taz took one of the transparent boxes to Pearl's wooden dining room table, and dropped it onto the table. It made a metallic clanging sound. Taz picked it up and handed it to Pearl.

"See?" Taz said. "Raleigh's technology is real! We're at the dawn of a new age! The Aryan race is taking over! Isn't it beautiful?"

"I used to have a Mexican boyfriend who fantasized about this," said Pearl, "I think I'll invite him to the party tomorrow night!"

"If the shrinking takes place Friday night," Taz asked, "what's gonna happen Monday when we go back to school?"

"What do you mean?" Pearl asked.

"I have a couple of teachers who aren't white," Taz said, "do you think we might have chaos, what with half the working class shrunk?"

"I don't think we'll have anarchy," Pearl replied. "I think the world will manage to survive!"

"At least my geography teacher will be shrunk," Taz said, "he's a jerk!"

Just then, there was a knock at the door, and when Pearl opened it, 21-year-old Hayley Holland and her 25-year-old sister Hannah entered.

"Have you seen the news?" Hayley asked, as she turned on the television.

"What station?" Pearl asked.

"Any station!" said Hayley, "Just like before! Look! Someone attacked that Raleigh chick!"

The news showed Raleigh being interviewed by a reporter. "This is Stephanie Mathews, reporting from Washington, D.C. I am here with Raleigh Doran, the mysterious visitor from a far-flung alternate future reality, who came to our world offering both perils and promises." The reporter turned her head and faced Raleigh. "You said you came from an alternate reality known as Dimension Zero. Could you provide us with more information about where you originated?"

"Dimension Zero is the primal reality from which your universe and all other universes branched off from. If a numerical signature were to be applied to your universe, you would have a number a Googol or more in length, but since my reality was the first reality, we assign the numeral zero, because before our world existed, there were no other universes. My technology will never allow me to return to my original universe, because so many alternate universes are created every picosecond, that my equipment can't maintain a lock on my home reality. In my quest to conquer other realities, the price I paid is that I can never return home."

The interview went on for several more minutes, then a group of Black Panthers broke into the room, and opened fire with machine-guns. Raleigh was wearing a force-field belt that protected both her and the reporter from the hail of bullets. Raleigh unholstered her neutrino dissimilator pistol, and fired at each of her five attackers. They were instantly reduced to the size of ants, and Raleigh collected each of them and put them on her left palm.

"This is what happens to traitors!" Raleigh said, and dragged her tongue across her palm, licking up her would-be attackers, and swallowed them whole.

The female reporter raised an eyebrow at this, and asked: "Is this the size the people you are targeting will be reduced to?"

"Yes," Raleigh replied, "they will be reduced to the size of ants. I chose to give the world a couple of days before I shrink them, so Aryans with non-white family members have time to make arrangements to care for their loved ones."

"What if someone is only part white?" the reporter asked. "Suppose someone is three-quarters white, one quarter Cherokee, like an uncle of mine?"

Raleigh replied, "The cut-off point is fifty percent Caucasian. Let's assume that someone is half black, and half white. By outward appearance, it could be assumed by a casual observer that this person is black. My technology scans down to the genetic level, and if it is determined that they had a white parent, my neutrino dissimilator cannons will pass over them, leaving them at normal size."

The reporter thought about this, then asked: "Is there any way for the non-white people of the world to pay you off somehow? There are a lot of black billionaires who could team up to make an astounding offer in an effort to convince you not to go through with this!"

"Your money is worthless to me," Raleigh replied. "I'm doing this for political reasons. On my world, all non-white people were enslaved by the 21st century, because the Nazis won World War Two, and ever since that time, they had been selectively bred out of the Aryan gene pool through eugenics!"

"Earlier today, a top-secret manned space plane was launched to investigate your satellites, and it disappeared. Do you have any knowledge of this?"

"I sent that space plane to an alternate reality as punishment. When I first arrived here, I warned you not to launch any space shuttles, and I saw today's launch as an act of defiance! The two astronauts who were on-board are now stranded on a world of giants known as Asgard, and I am able to monitor them for my amusement!"

"The German government actively opposes you, and they are protesting in the streets of Berlin." said the reporter. "What do you think about their resistance?"

"I find it both puzzling and disturbing," said Raleigh. "On my world, the Germans led the revolution that led to the dominance of the Aryan race, so it baffles me that the Germans of your world would oppose me! That is why I have chosen to deal mainly with the people of the United States during the course of my invasion."

The reporter introduced a man in a business suit seated next to her. "This is Professor Ivan Quaid, professor of physics at Cal Tech in Pasadena. Professor, do you have any questions for Raleigh?"

"Yes," said the professor, "you mentioned that your targets will be shrunk down to ant-size. Are there any risks associated with miniaturization that the public should be made aware of?"

"There are no health risks," Raleigh replied. "In the time of the reality I come from, it is the year 22,013! In that era, we have completely eradicated health complications associated with miniaturization that existed in earlier times. The shrunken people will be able to assimilate normal-sized oxygen atoms into their bloodstreams, and they will be able to consume normal-sized food and drink regular water. The transparent titanium containers I've provided will ensure the captives get an adequate air supply, even when stacked together and placed in boxes."

The professor replied, "You mentioned that the miniaturized victims will have their physiology altered so their bodies will be able to process normal-sized air, food, and water."

"That's correct," Raleigh replied.

"But how will miniaturization affect their resilience to temperature extremes?"

Raleigh replied, "The transparent titanium containers have climate controls that keep the captives within the temperature spectrum their bodies require. In northern latitudes, if captives aren't found and put in the containers I provided, they will freeze to death on a cold night. The same is true for extremely warm climates. The captives would die in the heat of the day."

"And another question," Professor Quaid asked, "you mentioned neutrino dissimilators. What are they, and how do they work?"

"Neutrino dissimilators strip matter in the form of neutrino particles from the quarks and gluons that compose protons, neutrons, and electrons."

The professor asked, "Why is it important to reduce the size of the electrons, also?"

Raleigh replied, "Electrons hold atoms in place through magnetic force. There is a certain amount of empty space in between normal-sized atoms, and this proportionate distance must be maintained during the miniaturization process. If two normal-sized atoms are a distance of ten atoms apart from one another, then when they're shrunk they should be ten miniaturized atoms apart. Shrinking the electrons causes this to happen, because the resistance the electrons impose on each other is diminished, which forces the miniaturized atoms closer together."

Professor Quaid answered, "That corresponds with what we know in modern physics about electron theory. Of course, our 'modern' must seem primitive by your standards, Raleigh."

"I will be turning over some of my technology to your people after the non-whites are shrunk at the appointed time. I will show you how to construct anti-matter reactors and a few other things."

At this point, the television repeated itself, and showed the Black Panther attack all over again. Hayley shut off the television.

"We need to find a way to invite some Mexicans over here for a party tomorrow afternoon." Hayley told Pearl. "Me and my sister will buy the beer."

"Why not call G-girl?" Taz asked.

"I don't have her number," Hayley replied.

"I do," Taz said, handing Hayley her cell-phone. "Just hit send." Hayley hit the button, and waited for G-girl to respond.

G-girl was half-Mexican with a tan complexion, light brown hair, and green eyes. She was standing in Jasmine Jenson's living room, about to hand over one of the transparent titanium containers to Jasmine, when her cell-phone rang. She quickly handed Jasmine the box, and answered her phone.

"Hello?" G-girl answered. The name on the display screen read "Taz," but the voice on the other end sounded different.

"This is Hayley Holland," the voice said, "I know you, but I've only met you a couple of times. My friend Pearl is throwing a party tomorrow, and I was wondering if you could swing by her house this afternoon."

"Sure!" G-girl replied, "Give me the address, and I'll come right over!"

Hayley gave G-girl the address and G-girl wrote it down, said goodbye, and hung up.

"Jasmine," G-girl said, "you need one of these containers to put your dad and uncle in after they shrink! It's going to happen at 10 o'clock Saturday night!"

"Nobody's gonna shrink tomorrow!" Jasmine countered. "This is all some publicity stunt for some new product, and tomorrow at 10 o'clock it's gonna be unveiled, end of story!"

"Jasmine," G-girl replied, "that bitch is for real! This box is for real! It's made from transparent metal!"

"Whatever!" Jasmine said.

"Just hold onto it, and stay here tomorrow night at 10:00! I have to go visit a friend of Taz!"

G-girl left Jasmine's and got in her hot-rod Chevy Impala and headed for Pearl's house, across town. Within ten minutes, she was parked in front of the address Hayley had given her over the phone. When she knocked on the door, Hayley answered, and let her in.

"I'm Hayley, this is my sister Hannah, you already know Taz, and this is Pearl. Pearl lives here, and this is where the party is gonna be tomorrow."

"How can I help?" G-girl asked.

Hayley replied, "I want you to invite a lot of Mexicans to our party tomorrow."

"That won't be a problem," G-girl said, "most of the people I know are Mexican. Are you trying to watch them shrink?"

"Yes!" several of the girls said simultaneously.

"I know a Mexican guy named Sparky," Pearl explained, "but he's the only Mexican I know."

"I know Sparky," G-girl said, "he's an electrician, and he's cute."

"Can you help us?" Hayley asked G-girl.

"If I invite a Mexican chick named Zu-Zu," G-girl explained, "and her boyfriend Wam-Wam, there's gonna be a whole crowd of Mexicans following them over here. Zu-Zu and Wam-Wam and the crowd they run with are convinced this whole shrinking thing is a big hoax, even though I tried to warn them. As far as I'm concerned, if they get shrunk at your party, it serves them right."

"Why don't they believe Raleigh's for real?" Hayley asked.

G-girl replied, "They got some of those transparent titanium cartridges, and they're convinced that the government recently developed the industrial process for rendering metals transparent. They think this whole thing with Raleigh taking over the TV channels is a big publicity stunt that will be unveiled tomorrow night at 10:00."

"Do you believe it's for real?" Taz asked.

"Yeah," G-girl replied, "and since I'm half-white I won't get shrunk. I'll meet you guys here tomorrow at 4 o'clock."