“Bullets didn’t work?” asked David in surprise.“Yeah, we shot everything we had at him. He dodged most of it, but a few did get through. It seemed as though the shots were hurting him but not seriously enough to stop him. The most curious thing to me was the lack of blood flow from his wounds. He should have bled out within a matter of seconds, but there was barely a drop. It was as if the bullets weren’t penetrating very deep,” answered Dutch.“That’s interesting,” said David. “If there is something preventing the bullets from penetrating, then PEP might be an acceptable alternative, considering the high heat of the plasma pulse. However, the lack of physical density might make it more difficult, although perhaps it’s the mass and density of the bullet that his body is stopping, in which case the plasma should be able to burn through with relative ease.”“It’s worth a shot.” Wilson shrugged.“Ha, ha,” said Kyle.Kristen tried unsuccessfully to stifle a chuckle.“What? Oh . . .” said

She looked up just long enough to catch a glimpse of his face then returned to looking down into her knees. His face, that beautiful yet horrific face he carried, was the face she couldn’t seem to get out of her head—the face of the monster that killed Lisa. Did she really not blame Wilson? Suddenly she wasn’t so sure. How could someone with the same face be innocent?It wasn’t him, she tried to convince herself. He’s the one that saved me from the falling pillar. It’s not his fault they look the same.But no matter how much she tried, she couldn’t shake off the feeling of resentment that was building in her.“It’s my face, isn’t it?”This caught her completely off guard.“I don’t know why he looks like me, and I’m sorry that it haunts you. I don’t know what to say.”“I’m sorry too,” she said.She looked back at him, wondering how he could possibly know what she was thinking.“I’m going to go see if there is anything to eat,” he said. “Do you want anything?”She hadn’t realized how hu

An officer bent down next to him, and Isaac could feel the quivering hands as he pulled his arms behind his back and began to fasten something cold and hard around his wrists. The officer looked up to see that many of his men were missing. He spoke into the device on his shoulder.“Where is everyone? Did you see anything?”A voice answered, “No, I was watching him. Wait a second.”The chopper ascended several feet.“They are all piled on top of one another behind that boulder! But he hasn’t moved! What is going on?”The remaining officers turned and looked around them for any sign of trouble. All of a sudden, the officer closest to the cliff went flying through the air over a small boulder and toward the canyon. He screamed as he plunged off the edge. The rest turned toward the cliff, clearly terrified. They kept glancing wildly back and forth from Isaac to the place where the officer fell. One officer caught sight of something yellow on the boulder for a split second before it vani

“This is called a mobile operating system or MOS. This specific device is called a holographic ring phone. Its main purpose is for communicating across long distances, similar to the radios you saw earlier, but those are much more short range. This can communicate with anyone anywhere on Earth. But it’s not just for communication. It can do almost anything you need it to. If there is one technology that advances so fast even people of today have difficulty keeping up with it, it’s the MOS. The light show it is displaying is called a holograph. Previous phones and mobile devices used a physical built-in screen, but the holographic screen is much more versatile and easy to use and isn’t bound to a specific screen size, as you just witnessed.” He turned to the image and said out loud, “Sketch pad.”The holograph went blank except for two small rows of symbols and colors across the top. He touched the image and, with a swooping motion, drew the letter A.“This is the first symbol in our a

There were two monstrous skeletons in the center of the room. He gazed at the larger of the two. It had a huge skull with long sharp teeth, long legs and tail, and short stubby arms.“What is it?” he asked in awe.“It’s a Tyrannosaurus rex,” she answered.He stepped over the rope barrier, hand outstretched.“Wait, what are you doing? You can’t touch that!” she said with a stern voice.He turned and snarled at her like an animal. She shrank back and stood in silence.Disappointment fell over his face as he reached out and touched the tibia.“Is this some kind of trick? What is it made of?” he asked angrily.“It’s a plastic replica. Real T.rex fossils are too rare and valuable to put on display.”“Where can I find a real one?”“I . . . don’t know,” she said nervously.“You’re lying. You have some here. Where are they?”“Please, you came for your treasure. Leave us ours.”“I just want one bone.”“What do you need it for?”“To bring it back to life.”She stared at him, dumbstruck. “You ca