Sobek retreated to the forest and pulled a cellphone out of his inventory. He typed 'spinosaurus' into G****e and the first result he got left him speechless for a moment. The first thing that appeared was a two-hour video titled 'The little girl and the spinosaurus'! Sobek quickly scrambled and discovered that the video was nothing more than a documentary produced and directed by a certain Michael Crichton. Sobek had no idea who he was, but searching for information on Internet he discovered that he was a very famous international director and producer. Suddenly everything became clear to him: the increase in fame points was due to that documentary! A lot of people must have seen it. Even if the same rule applied to the news, namely that only those who would have fixed his existence in the heart could have provided him with fame points, a documentary was very different from an article in a scientific magazine or a television news. After this would tell the story in detail, many mor

"However, after a wait of almost nine days, the spinosaurus finally smells a familiar smell" the narrator continued. Subsequent scenes showed the spinosaurus sniffing the air and fidgeting. Jocelyne briefly recounted how the spinosaurus started acting weird and then grabbed her and carried away. In the reconstruction, his words took shape like the scenes of a film. Finally there was the long-awaited moment: the reunion of the little girl with her family. This time the reconstruction was interspersed with real scenes, shot by cameras incorporated into the vests of the soldiers in the field. At that point the narrator said something strange: "But Jocelyne's parents inadvertently make a mistake" 'Uh?' Sobek thought. What was the narrator saying? The reconstruction showed the spinosaurus observing the scene from behind the trees; as soon as there was an embrace, the animal got nervous and began to move forward. Cut to Max. "What for us is a demonstration of affection, for animals ofte

Tyrannosaurus rex had such haughty name for a reason. Through millions of years of relentless evolution, it had reached a level that no other creature in the world could compare. It was the killer par excellence, the absolute pinnacle of the food chain. While there were larger carnivorous dinosaurs, such as the giganotosaurus, the t-rex was on a far superior level in all aspects. It possessed the best sense of smell in the animal world, surpassed only by a few vultures. Its eyesight matched, if not surpassed, those of eagles, and its hearing could sense movement miles away. Its bite was among the most powerful ever, capable of crushing a car effortlessly, and was surpassed only by the megalodon and the purussaurus. Its hind legs contained rows and rows of muscles and tendons that allowed for a fast run and its feathers made it more aerodynamic, favoring very quick sprints and runs. Its front legs, however small, were equipped with very strong hooked claws capable of holding prey. Fina

At the Jersey family estate, Bethany and Jocelyne sat together on the couch in their living room. Mother and daughter were doing nothing: they were just staring at a large clock on the wall. Or at least, Jocelyne was staring at him without even blinking, while Bethany's eyes went from her watch to her daughter about every ten minutes. Finally, the older woman tried to break the ice: "Jocelyne, honey, do you want to read a book?" "I don't want to" "Do you want to watch tv?" "No, thank you" Bethany sighed. "I know what you're thinking, starlight, and believe me when I tell you that staring at that clock won't change anything. You should try to distract yourself" "Mh" was the only response from her daughter, who didn't move her gaze from her watch an inch. Bethany shook her head: when she made up her mind something about her, her daughter became really stubborn. It had been nearly a year since the events that marked Jocelyne. By now the girl had already turned thirteen. In all that

"Ian?"A huge container ship was moving along the river. Anyone with binoculars would have noticed that through a porthole you could see a man in his forties with a particular rock star look who was dozing in an armchair."Ian, wake up. We're almost there"The man opened his eyes with a start, finding himself in front of the face of a young woman with blond hair. "Uh, yeah. Thanks Sarah" he said standing up. "We should wake up the others...""You were the only one absent. The others are already on the deck of the ship" Sarah answered jokingly. "Roland told me, and here I quote his words, 'if he's not dead bring him here'. So come now" "Who knows why it doesn't surprise me at all" Ian grumbled standing up. His 'old' bones ached from the sudden movement.The two quickly walked across the huge ship. They had been going up the river for more than three months now: due to the size of the ship they had had to avoid shallow areas and make con