![]() Love in the Cretaceous akes place in a dinosaur park in Oregon a hundred years in the future. Ted Beebe has lost the love of his life and must suddenly find his way alone in old age. He finds young people to take the place of his wife and himself in assuring the survival of Cretaceous World, the park his wife and he created. Global warming has proceeded as predicted, and the fate of Homo sapiens has become obviously uncertain. People come to see the genetically engineered recreations of dinosaurs and are made more aware of humanity’s own vulnerability to extinction. Ted succeeds in creating a new family structure whose three generations will guide the park through the immediate future. He also keeps alive his wife’s memory while coping with the challenges of the uncertain future. CLICK HERE TO PURCHASE EXCERPT
Love in the Cretaceous: [chapter 3] Tumtum by Howard W. Robertson It takes your breath away to see a Brontosaur run. Bud sees the two of them thundering towards us though and has plenty of breath left to holler, “And down the stretch they come!” We know from fossil thigh-bones that Brontosaurs were capable of a slow run, so we designed our pair to do about a dozen miles per hour. To see an animal 70 feet long and weighing 50,000 pounds move that fast seems nothing less than miraculous. Lana has used the giant crane to drop a couple tons of mixed ferns, horsetails, and gingko and araucarian leaves into the Brontosaur area. The crane is 50 feet high with a long arm so the two sauropods won’t bang their heads on it, since they can only reach up to about 25 feet with their long necks. It’s May 2117, and the angiosperms are in bloom all around these two colossal creatures from the end of the Jurassic. We called it close enough and just sort of rolled them into Cretaceous World, our magnificent dinosaur park. Brontosaurs flourished around 150 million years ago, well before the rise of the flowering plants about 30 million years later in the Cretaceous period. When our genetic engineers designed the genome for our pair, they tried to make them as authentic as possible, so the two of them really prefer the kind of food they would have eaten way back when. That’s why they come running at feeding time when we give them the ancient gymnosperms that they like best. There’s actually a large nursery in the neighboring town of Dewberry that’s dedicated to supplying our herbivores with food from the time of the dinosaurs. Lana gets down out of the crane and walks over to me. She says, “I’d sure like to see a whole herd of these moving together.” Lana has a Ph.D. in paleontology from SUNG and knows full well why we couldn’t handle that. Our pen of seven miles by four miles is barely big enough for the two Brontosaurs we do have. By the way, I’m so glad the alternate name has died away over the past hundred years: “thunder lizard” is so much more appropriate for these giants than “deceptive lizard.” I say, “Wouldn’t that be grand?” She smiles and tosses her long blonde ponytail. Then she goes over to Bud and gives him an assignment to do. Tumtum – p. 2 Howard W. Robertson, P.O. Box 50204, Eugene OR 97405, 541-344-6206, robertsons2@earthlink.net
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