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Our Future, Our Past (Part 2)
By JackalRaptor
"It's all inGen's fault," Mel said through a mouthful of compsognathus. "Look at us. They've practically driven us to extinction, and they taste like rubber!"
He spat out the small bones of the dinosaur's leg and opened his mouth in disgust.
"I mean, it's not like it's natural selection, is it?"
His wife turned to face him and said, "Well, you know what Alana's family were thinking. About rebuilding our race. I think that with three families, it's quite possible."
"Three families are not enough. It'll get to a stage where everybody's linked by blood. Our son goes with their daughter, our daughter goes with the other family's son, then who are their children going to go with? You see my point?"
Alison turned around to face her husband. She understood perfectly. But it had been such a good idea...How could they have missed that point?
"Perhaps there is another way. Perhaps...there are others. We only live on one small island. There's the rest of the world to explore yet. With no communications equipment, the only way to find out is to..."
Mel cut her dead. "Go out there ourselves? When there's those...those things around? And what about those small feathered ones? They'll eat us the minute we leave..."
"Ever the optimist, aren't you?" Alison said coolly. "I'm sure there's a way. We'll prepare ourselves here. Remember the old technology?"
"What, the stuff that brought about the existance of those things?"
"No, no...guns. Electricity. Better defence than a a piece of jagged rock and a dagger."
"How d'you propose we make guns without the right materials?"
"Sacrifice the innards of our house. It's got enough. Light bulbs, computer...the old technology remains. Make some use of it!"
"But we need the power we have here. You need it."
"I can cope. We always do. We should put it to the others first, of course. Get volunteers."
Mel mumbled something inaudible. Sure, his wife had determination, and that he admired. But sometimes, she had too much of it. So they'd made a mistake. This was their lesson. But then again, as he had rightly said, their decline was hardly down to natural selection. Or it might have been...No. There was a chance they could still come back out on top, and they were going to try.
As they left the house, he prayed the others would disapprove of Alison's idea.
3/6/2002 3:01:15 PM
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