Its creche was near the inland sea, on a beach where bison graze, where honking hadrosaurs roamed free through late Cretaceous days. Within its egg the fetus died, a fossil never born, and though its parents never cried, the fossil hunter mourns. For this was no mere dinosaur that never cracked its shell, like nothing that had come before from heaven or from hell. Within its hands it holds a sphere of carbon crystallized, and mirrored in the surface there are tiny, tragic eyes. A laser beam has since revealed the hologram within, the image of a world concealed, remote, and alien. And smiling with a loving grace long banished from the earth, the parents of a gentler race have finally given birth.
Legacy of the Ooligarchs originally appeared in Figment #15 (Fall 1993).
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