Mesozoic zigzag
Dmitry Chervichenko
The story «Mesozoic Zigzag» has something in common with several epochal works of the last two centuries: «The Lost World» by Arthur Conan Doyle, «Jurassic Park» by Michael Creighton and «The Butterfly Effect» by Ray Bradbury. The heroes find themselves on the Earth of the distant past and encounter the amazing and mysterious flora and fauna of the Permian Period. Escaping and surviving, without expecting it, they set off a chain of events that triggered the Mesozoic zigzag!
Mesozoic zigzag
Dmitry Chervichenko
© Dmitry Chervichenko, 2024
ISBN 978-5-0062-8363-3
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Preface by the author
I am a physics engineer by training, and this partly influences the style of presentation! I’m interested in history. From the Big Bang to ancient Greece… In this case, I wanted to write not just a science fiction story, but a paleo-science fiction story. Many people are probably intrigued by the past of our planet, right? Here I have tried to “describe” the Earth at the very end of the Paleozoic Era. To the best of my modest abilities, of course… The characters operate within an ecosystem that might have existed at that time. Terrain types, outlines of the continent, climate, vegetation, animals, insects – all of this is not just fictionalized, but, to varying degrees, consistent with the data of modern paleontology. No homunculi constructed by irrepressible imagination. All the living organisms that you will meet in the book, probably existed in reality. And made the heroes of the story, who accidentally got to the surface of our planet, to lead a full of adventures life. You will witness how a chain of random coincidences can change not only the fate of a few dozen living beings, but also the future of an entire planet. Read the story to the end and maybe you will have your own solution to the riddle of the Mesozoic Zigzag.
I am not an expert in English, so the story “Mesozoic Zigzag” was translated into English with the help of two neural networks. It was an interesting, though not always trivial experience. You, my dear readers, can judge what has turned out as a result.
Well, shall we begin?
Zwigg’s Nest
Facility: Zwigg’s Nest 299 space scout.
Coordinates: The center bend of the Second Great Arm.
(Point: 12115679-23-57 ХХ*^34^97^)
Date: 120st independent cycle from launch…
(Ship’s log entry)
***
The watch was over. From the loudspeaker above the bunk came the rasping voice of the duty officer, reporting for the hundred and twentieth time that there were no objects to be studied by the scientific part of the crew at the moment.
In short, boredom!
Assistant Explorer Jumoke (Jum for his friends and family) lay in his quarters with his hands behind his head and closed his eyes, blissfully recalling the very beginning of the flight.
Admiral Obahh, dressed in a blue jumpsuit, was giving a pompous speech about the “great mission” before a steady line of crew. He was an old warrior who had lost an eye and the ability to question decisions made in the endless battles with rebels on the fringes of the Empire. The veterans (both crew and scientists) were thinking about something of their own, nodding in time with the chopped phrases that came out of the Admiral’s throat. The young people listened with their mouths open, catching his every word!
After the farewell speech was over, young chicks in pink clothes and with burning eyes came running up, extremely proud that they had been entrusted with such an important task as seeing off another Expedition into deep space. They hung garlands of flowers around the necks of all those departing, resembling the eyes of the great Kueff, the mythical ancestor of the Zwigg civilization. “May you achieve all your goals in your faraway wanderings!”
The Zwiggs were the progenitors of a huge Empire spread across the outer part of the First Great Arm. With all its attributes: His Majesty – the emperor (by the way, the current one is quite adequate in all respects zwigg), the planet – the metropolis, huge fleet and army, allies, to whom it is better not to turn your back… Nevertheless, while the zwiggs were in force – the Empire was growing. And any growing empire continuously absorbs resources and “warm” places to live. A Research fleet was created for this purpose.
A lot of time has passed since then. The Empire lived more by inertia, looking like a gray-haired old man, whose great deeds remained far away in his reckless energetic youth. Those, the first ships, have long ago found their final resting place somewhere in the backyards of abandoned space centers of distant planets. Now the profession of space searchers was mastered by old (if not to say ancient) cruisers, worn out by life.
“Zwigg’s Nest 299” was no exception. The only thing that was modern in it was the engines and navigation equipment. The appearance on board of new equipment for remote search and carrying out “on-planet” expeditions was the result of incredible luck.
To be honest, the science officials would have been happy to save money on it, as before. But here, at the solemn meeting dedicated to the completion of the reconstruction of the ship, the scientific director of the expedition very timely appeared before the bright eyes of the viceroy of the Emperor who happened to appear at the event and made a patriotic speech about “the importance of growing the great Empire with new planets and the impossibility of all this without the use of the latest discoveries and inventions”.
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What else can be said about the Zwiggs? They were known to be creatures gifted in the exact sciences and valued discipline and solid logic above all else. Nevertheless, even among them, especially in recent times, there were some dreamy, adventure-loving and even adventure-seeking specimens.
Such was Jumoke. This was his first expedition. He had just finished the fourth cycle of training, and his hands were itching to discover and explore something “for the glory of the Empire”. Once he had made contact with a hitherto unknown people somewhere in the wilds of space and convinced their kings, or whoever was in charge, to join the great Zwigg Empire, he would be granted an audience with the Emperor. The Emperor will tearfully thank the young scientist for his gift to the Empire and appoint him head of all the researchers. He would be written about in textbooks, statues would be erected in the palace garden of the metropolis, and his name, along with the names of celebrities, would shine as a jewel in the centuries and millennia.
Such a dream he had had at the beginning of his journey. Now he just wanted to be on a planet. Any planet! Even if nothing but mold grew there, and the most intelligent creatures were dung flies.
***
All the ship’s systems were managed by a military crew headed by Captain Benaip, a middle-aged officer, sullen and contemptuous of everyone and everything. He immediately established a rigid daily routine and restricted the civilian crew from traveling around the ship outside of their quarters and the corridors connecting them to the wardroom. No one resisted. The scientists divided themselves according to their interests and day after day held meetings and discussions on the narrow problems of their sciences. The young people, who initially joined the discussions with enthusiasm, became bored.
Tabit, the head of the whole research group, seeing the universal boredom in the eyes of his young colleagues, realized that something urgent had to be done. He remembered how in his youth, at the university of his native Kressum, he had participated in team intellectual games with a huge number of puzzles that had captivated all the students with their originality. Later, these games were held at all universities in the galactic arm.
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– Attention! Attention! I ask the staff of the scientific part, participating in the expedition for the first time, to gather in the wardroom! – The loudspeaker speakers blared.
When the youth filled the wardroom, Thabit stood up from the table and raised his hand. There was silence.
– Dear colleagues, the expedition leadership decided to form working teams for further work on the surface of the planets. The list composition of the teams was selected taking into account the recommendations of the onboard computer in accordance with the psychological compatibility and the list of professions.
There was an exclamation of satisfaction.
– To rally the teams, the Kressum Games are announced starting tomorrow’s cycle.
The hall applauded.
In fact, the Kressum games had a very long history, one could even say going back in time. Judging by the fragmentary information, which has reached modern zwigg historians, originally, they were not games at all, but rather a rite of voluntary transition of some young men and women of one of the most numerous communities living on the planet Kressum to the category of “Protectors of the Home”, with their own, sometimes quite cruel, unwritten rules. As far as we could find out, the essence of the games was this.
Young people who decided to participate in the Kressum Games were independently assembled into small teams, where the skills of some were complemented by the skills of others. What skills? You’re about to find out…
All groups of young people were dropped one by one from an air transport ship into the wilderness, far from any civilization. Each team had only a topographical map (given by lot) and the minimum amount of survival equipment. The map indicated the starting point (each team had its own), where a small airtight container with the first task was waiting for them. It was necessary to pass the section of the route indicated in the task and take the next container. And so on, until the whole route was completed (each team had its own). The only thing that all teams had in common was the finish point. The difficulty lay in the location of the containers. They could be at the bottom of a lake, on a mountain peak, in the lair of a bloodthirsty predator. And the route to the next point was not easy. Only a united team, capable of joint actions and mutual support had a chance to pass the route to the end. Of course, in case of big problems on the route, the team could call evacuation transport with the help of bonfires.
But among young people it was so shameful not to pass the route that most of the teams did not even think of such a thing. As a result, the death of a part or even a whole team was not uncommon. The unwritten laws of honor and the high birth rate in those old days allowed society to look at it as an inevitability. The death on route of a young member of the community may have been a personal loss to their loved ones. But, to those around them, that death was a source of pride. So, he, the hero, was raised right and chose honor over dishonor, going to the goal “to the end”! The names of those who gave their lives for the right to be a “defender of home” were immortalized on the central alley of the capital, and those who survived and received the “sign of the defender” joined the elite ranks of the military and pioneers.
A long time has passed since then! Life had changed unrecognizably, and so had the goals of the Zwigg civilization. There was no need for such a brutal selection process. It was now an intellectual competition. Teams were formed not spontaneously, as before, but with the help of special algorithms that took into account the aptitudes and mutual compatibility of its potential members. The nuances, of course, changed from planet to planet, but, in general, the games evolved along with society.
Therefore, as it was customary, the leaders of scientific groups together with Tabit divided all the youth into teams consisting of specialists of different profiles, who had to not only search for containers with notes in different secluded places of the ship, but also to solve riddles from planetology, botany, zoology, astronomy and other things. The first team to reach the finish line was the winner.
Kressum games
– I don’t understand you, Tabit! This kind of thing is not in the charter! Am I supposed to go looking for them in all the nooks and crannies?
– Believe me, Benaip, this is a necessary measure. I don’t want to approach the first planet with a demoralized crew. Are you aware that the number of young scientists on this ship has been increased to almost three times the normal number? I promise we’ll take every precaution possible.
