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Elizabeth Grant popped the flavor circles on the back of her cigarette and sat on the edge of the roof of her house, legs swinging over the verge like she didn't care if she slipped. She lit the cigarette and inhaled, staring up at the sky, a pterodactyl flought by so hard it made her hair swing.
Elizabeth exhaled slowly.
Fifteen.
Fifteen and her parents still treated her like she was made of glass and fossil dust.
Inside, she could hear her dad moving around the kitchen, cabinets opening, closing. Probably making tea. He did that when stressed. Nobody said "Jurassic" out loud in this house anymore.
News articles said Jurassic Park Japan wasn't related to the original park. New investors. New management. New science.
Her parents called that bullshit.
Her dad especially.
At the end of the day, dinosaurs had the InGen patent, the only way to avoid it would make the dinosaurs so genetically different it woulf pass the law. But that would cause dinos that have never walked on earth before.
Her phone buzzed. A text from Danyela.
If you sneak into that park you HAVE to send pics
Elizabeth smiled despite herself.
She typed back:
Relax. I'm just going to Japan. Not committing corporate espionage.
Probably.
Elizabeth looked out over the dark trees, imagining neon lights, ocean air, and something big moving just out of sight behind steel fences.
Just long enough to wonder what her last normal month was going to feel like.
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Brooklyn started a Vlog on YouTube again, when she reached adulthood, her influencer era died along ger teenage self, but she realized she could share her adventures and spread Biosyn hate, warn about trained killer dinosaurs or crabs or wathever those flying shits were.