I’m dreaming about ebony-colored horses and a triceratops feasting on the world’s largest salad. I find nothing wrong with it, other than that I am not joining in with the feast. I feel hungry, though everything around me is food. This probably means something, I think, but I continue to act according to the logic of what is presented in front of me. It disturbs me.
I see a flash across the sky, and suddenly an aurora. A man named Antepenultimatum teaches me how to overcome myself and release the witch inside of me and all beings, though I know there is nothing third-to-last about me. I am the best.
The flash across the sky turns into a human shape and floats down to meet me in the grassy plains. I greet the being of yellow energy, until it turns into Dyan Moore. Then I am more befuddled than anything.
“Guess what, Richard?” Dream Dyan asks me.
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Dyan, Richard, Hannah, and that Somalian kid, whose name was Odawaa as Richard learned, walked along the bank of the creek. Hannah carried a net, filled with several small arthropods, while Odawaa was busy sketching out drawings of his surroundings. Because they were in the Carboniferous period, all four of them had to wear masks to breathe because the atmosphere was somewhat different in this time period than it was in the present, and it would probably been too harmful to go without protection. Richard wondered why they had to carry giant backpacks full of “modern-day air,” with all the technological advances the ISRFA had accomplished. Surely they could have worn some sort of invisible mesh suits over their entire body that circulated air or something.
While she also had the cumbersome breathing apparatus on, Dyan was dressed in full safari outfit, complete with a machete and Pith helmet. She hacked down some vines and charged ahead of the rest of the group.
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Richard sat on the foot of Stephen’s bed while Stephen was getting dressed. She wore an uncertain expression, and that was certainly how she felt inside. She couldn’t see Stephen’s face, but she knew he felt both a little elated and a little betrayed.
“I need to explain why,” Richard blurted out suddenly. Stephen did not respond immediately, so she continued. “I know I talked about leaving this place for a year, and I had already packed my things, but Dyan Moore talked to me and… she’s letting me run a new project.”
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Richard Phylum had been working at the International Scientific Research Facility in Antarctica, or ISRFA, for eleven years and three months, but tonight, she was lost. She couldn’t believe she was lost in the facility where she had worked for over a decade, but she had no idea where she was, and there was nobody around to help her.
The lights were off, but it was only six at night. Richard could see nothing in the dim hallway; the displays beside her were dark, and the howling winds of the outside faintly blew through the dome’s sound barriers. She couldn’t help but think she was in some sort of strange dream, though she knew she was fully conscious.
A scrape against the floor made her jump; she turned around, only to see the heating system turning on in a nearby vent. Everything was made to look like it was powered down, and yet the facility seemed to be working at optimal capacity… Richard did not enjoy this situation one bit.
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Home Clipart Animal Deer’s first serialized story will be published, starting today; it’s called The Project, and it will be posted once a week on Saturdays. It is a very fun story, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I have writing it.
Note: We may be starting other serial stories in the meantime; if there are any other ongoing stories posted while this one is still running, they will either be posted on a different day, once a week, or also posted on Saturday, moving this to a bi-weekly schedule. The Project isn’t overly long, so it probably will not be much of a hindrance either way.