Paradeisia: Origin of Paradise by B.C.CHASE Read Free Book Online Page A
Authors: B.C.CHASE
Cretaceous had been timid little animals that lurked in the shadows of the much more advanced dinosauria . This premise had of course been based on the necessity of evolution taking time. The cat-sized animal provided an image of a more powerful, more evolutionarily advanced Cretaceous mammal.
Even so, a small mammal here or there did not equate to a human being. Not by a long shot. This was impossible.
And yet, here it was, before their very eyes.
Still gazing at the fossil, he said quietly and slowly, “It is fortunate that you came, Chao. It seems we require the expertise of a paleoanthropologist after all.”
If only he really was an expert, he thought with repugnance.
China Academy of Sciences
Doctor Ming-Zhen and his team made the journey back to Beijing as soon as they had completed the excavation, and immediately began work on a paper for publication. Knowing that their discovery would likely attract a great deal of scrutiny, they left no stone unturned and took a full year to fully document the find.
When they had finished excavating the stomach cavity, every piece from the unfortunate human was accounted for. It appeared the dinosaur had swallowed him in three chunks; fairly dainty dining for something with a ten-foot mandible. And the evidence was proof positive that the deinocheirus had swallowed the man: the teeth of the dino perfectly matched indentations on the human's bones.
As for the deinocheirus itself, the truth of the creature proved paleontology to be totally mistaken in its classification as an “ostrich dino.”
Representing an amalgamation of features from several dinosaur families, the complete deinocheirus skeleton defied belief. Its head was nearly twice the length of tyrannosaur's, and the jaws contained an extremely formidable set of teeth; the longest tooth measuring in at over a foot from jaw line to tip. It turned out to be the largest carnivorous dinosaur ever found; sixty-five feet in length.
Clearly, t-rex was going to fall to be bottom of little boys' toychests... This skeleton had proven deinocheirus not only to be the new “king” of the dinosaurs, but also, given the contents of its belly, the king of men.
They documented all of it, every last detail.
But it was all for nothing. In the end, he wished he never would have found it.
94 Golfpointe Road
Wesley's eyes opened. He couldn't believe he had actually been sleeping. It had been two days since Sienna died, and he hadn't slept a wink until now. He brought the recliner upright and yawned, orienting himself. He was in the sitting room of his mother's house, a five-bedroom lakeside colonial. In the room was a sandstone fireplace surrounded by white shelves filled with those bounded vestiges of the past that nobody knew how to get rid of.
For a few moments, Wesley just stared at the flames as they licked off the logs. Why his mother had a fire blazing in near-summer weather, he didn't know. Probably just the ambiance... He almost felt like he might doze off, but then it happened again.
A memory.
They were at the department store exit, sunshine glistening off the pavement outside the glass doors. He was pushing a cart with the new crib and a couple baby supplies. She was scampering in front wearing little shorts and a carefree t-shirt. The doors slid open and she spun around with a smile, “This is going to be one spoiled baby!”
“You've got that right,” he said, laughing.
And the memory froze as he felt a sharp pain deep within him. That sweet smile, radiant with her sparkling eyes...
Dead.
But the memories... They were alive and well. Each one brought a new kind of pain, laid another stone on his monument of grief.
His cell phone rang. The caller ID read, “CDC 202-342-3993.” He welcomed any distraction, so he answered immediately.
Jet
When the meeting adjourned, Aubrey
Even so, a small mammal here or there did not equate to a human being. Not by a long shot. This was impossible.
And yet, here it was, before their very eyes.
Still gazing at the fossil, he said quietly and slowly, “It is fortunate that you came, Chao. It seems we require the expertise of a paleoanthropologist after all.”
If only he really was an expert, he thought with repugnance.
China Academy of Sciences
Doctor Ming-Zhen and his team made the journey back to Beijing as soon as they had completed the excavation, and immediately began work on a paper for publication. Knowing that their discovery would likely attract a great deal of scrutiny, they left no stone unturned and took a full year to fully document the find.
When they had finished excavating the stomach cavity, every piece from the unfortunate human was accounted for. It appeared the dinosaur had swallowed him in three chunks; fairly dainty dining for something with a ten-foot mandible. And the evidence was proof positive that the deinocheirus had swallowed the man: the teeth of the dino perfectly matched indentations on the human's bones.
As for the deinocheirus itself, the truth of the creature proved paleontology to be totally mistaken in its classification as an “ostrich dino.”
Representing an amalgamation of features from several dinosaur families, the complete deinocheirus skeleton defied belief. Its head was nearly twice the length of tyrannosaur's, and the jaws contained an extremely formidable set of teeth; the longest tooth measuring in at over a foot from jaw line to tip. It turned out to be the largest carnivorous dinosaur ever found; sixty-five feet in length.
Clearly, t-rex was going to fall to be bottom of little boys' toychests... This skeleton had proven deinocheirus not only to be the new “king” of the dinosaurs, but also, given the contents of its belly, the king of men.
They documented all of it, every last detail.
But it was all for nothing. In the end, he wished he never would have found it.
94 Golfpointe Road
Wesley's eyes opened. He couldn't believe he had actually been sleeping. It had been two days since Sienna died, and he hadn't slept a wink until now. He brought the recliner upright and yawned, orienting himself. He was in the sitting room of his mother's house, a five-bedroom lakeside colonial. In the room was a sandstone fireplace surrounded by white shelves filled with those bounded vestiges of the past that nobody knew how to get rid of.
For a few moments, Wesley just stared at the flames as they licked off the logs. Why his mother had a fire blazing in near-summer weather, he didn't know. Probably just the ambiance... He almost felt like he might doze off, but then it happened again.
A memory.
They were at the department store exit, sunshine glistening off the pavement outside the glass doors. He was pushing a cart with the new crib and a couple baby supplies. She was scampering in front wearing little shorts and a carefree t-shirt. The doors slid open and she spun around with a smile, “This is going to be one spoiled baby!”
“You've got that right,” he said, laughing.
And the memory froze as he felt a sharp pain deep within him. That sweet smile, radiant with her sparkling eyes...
Dead.
But the memories... They were alive and well. Each one brought a new kind of pain, laid another stone on his monument of grief.
His cell phone rang. The caller ID read, “CDC 202-342-3993.” He welcomed any distraction, so he answered immediately.
Jet
When the meeting adjourned, Aubrey
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