Prehistory untold and wiped away a hundred thousand years ago.
Evening descends forboding of disaster. My brothers and sisters, the whole tribe is deep in meditation integrated with our central processor. We are radiating our mental energy in the blaster to hopefully turn the course of the approaching asteroid.
Our triceratops bulls are going wild in their stalls. They should be exhausted after pulling tens of thousands of kilos worth of vegetables today. Even the droid-bots are resting and recharging.
But all of Gaea and her organic children can feel threat screaming death and approaching in a fiery rage.
Our technology may not be enough to defend our world. Detection systems warned us of the impending disaster too late.
Will our mental beam of focus emit on time?
The dish our rocket implanted on the moon is positioned with its waveguide aimed at the asteroid.
Inside the collective brain apparatus, calculations predict massive life loss across our globe should the…
