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1993
Isla Nublar, Costa Rica
It was hot on Isla Nublar. Not as hot as Hell, of course, but comfortable. And it was nicer than Hell because there were no crowds. The park—Jurassic Park, they called it—wasn’t open yet, so only a few humans were there: an older man, a lawyer, a few scientists, a couple of kids.
Bee had tagged along on the very first tour. The humans couldn’t see the demon in the jeep with them, but Bee had wanted to know what was being said. Wanted to know the reactions of the first few guests to see the park. As was typical of humans, the sight of previously unknown wonders spurred them to try to define their place in the order of things.
Dr. Ian Malcom had started it: “God creates dinosaurs. God destroys dinosaurs. God creates Man. Man destroys God. Man creates dinosaurs."
And Dr. Ellie Sattler (good for her): “Dinosaurs eat Man. Woman inherits the earth.”
In reality, it had gone a little differently than that.
Heaven had been a long time ago. But Bee had been an angel once, an archangel, had stirred the cosmos with their hand. Even then Bee had been one for a joke. Wouldn’t it be a laugh if the humans thought the Earth was millions of years old? What if you could go farther than that: convince them it had once been walked by monsters?
They were strangely clever, humans. Back then Bee had wanted to make jokes at their expense, to remain above them.
Bee was below them now, of course, quite literally, in Hell. But they’d gained some respect for the humans over the years. The race of Man (and Woman) had picked up on the clues Bee had left in bone turned to stone, and then eventually they’d followed the gleam of amber to its treasure of DNA. What had surprised Bee was that they’d loved the monsters they’d found just as much as Bee did. Loved them enough to do what Bee hadn’t been able to do: to give them life.
The dinosaurs weren’t exactly as Bee had designed them, of course. Some were the wrong size. The humans had totally missed the bit about the feathers, so far. But such imagination they had. Perhaps Bee shouldn’t have been surprised that humans would want to play God. But of course, humans were always a two-sided coin. While they could create, at the same time they were forever flirting with their own destruction. So many teeth and claws.
This was how it had really gone:
God creates angels.
God creates Man.
Bee creates dinosaurs (already destroyed).
God destroys Bee.
Maybe that part had been mutual. Or perhaps Bee themself had a penchant for flirting with their own destruction. In any case, an archangel ceased to exist and a demon named Beelzebub took their place.
Man creates dinosaurs.
Dr. Henry Wu was quite good at attempting to stir the cosmos himself. Not as good as Bee. There were certain decisions of Dr. Wu that Bee took issue with. Lysine contingency, single-sex dinosaurs. Wu was limiting himself, limiting creation. God had never been so afraid, had She? Maybe She should have been. But Bee wasn’t.
The lysine contingency was meant to keep the dinosaurs from living independently from their creators. They had been made unable to manufacture the amino acid lysine themselves, so they had to be provided with it by the humans. If the humans did not do so, all the dinosaurs would die out within weeks. Bee did not hold with that kind of idea, never had. Bee lived quite independently from their creator, thank you very much. A little demonic intervention provided plenty of lysine-rich foods on the island.
And then creating all the dinosaurs to be female. That was meant to keep the beautiful creatures from making this world their own, spreading their kind across the island exactly as they pleased. It was easy work for a demon to do a little meddling with biological sex. Why not let the dinosaurs manifest whatever effort they wanted?
Of course, the Dinosaurs eat Man part did eventually happen as well. The humans were surprised. Bee was not.
“Human error” was a catchphrase in Hell. Some demons felt it was a error that humans existed at all. Some were jealous that human error was largely forgivable (which was not the case for angels, as the Fallen had learned). But human error wasn’t completely forgivable, of course. It could easily lead to the humans’ own destruction.
When humans had time and purpose—generations of trials in creating monsters, building on earlier mistakes—they could muddle through. They were less qualified to face danger that was unexpected, when they were unpracticed. They were even worse at the crux of what human error really was: unremarkable mistakes that went unnoticed until it was too late.
The humans had reasoned that if they could produce life from stone, they would be right to trust in their other creations: computers, weapons, fencing. They had been mistaken. When the time came, in the middle of a hurricane, with the dinosaurs unfenced, unhindered, uninhibited, attacking their creators, Bee loved them more than ever.
But it wouldn’t do to let the dinosaurs destroy their own future, of course. Bee ensured that Dr. Wu was kept safe.
As for Woman inherits the Earth, that remained to be seen. Bee figured it wouldn’t hurt. As long as the women made just as many errors as the men.