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Dinosia Port,

Albert Einstein exited the inner quarters of the ship to arrive at the deck. The ship had come to a halt, and he had arrived at his destination. He was alone, however, leaving his wife and son back in Switzerland.

"Fresh air."

He murmured, eyeing the entire port, its beauty, the absolute scale of it. Ships upon ships arrived and departed. Machines he'd never seen operated. Trains that didn't spew steam moved cargo, and trucks that didn't resemble anything in America or Europe roamed.

It was already night, and the entire port was lit with massive electricity poles and strange lights. They had no bulbs.

"Another life's goal completed," he thought and moved to the stairway leading down from the ship. Coming to Dinosia was every intellect's dream, like a pilgrimage. He felt at peace now. Though there was also excitement.

Months ago, when Max Planck had approached him and had revealed that he was now a Dinosian, he was surprised. The man had introduced the quantum hypothesis, the very foundation of quantum theory.

Imagine his shock when Planck showed him an entire hand-written booklet filled with physics and mathematics theorems and derivations, and so much more. All of it was foreign, never seen before.

And then imagine his shock when he learned that the First Man, the Father of Science, had captured an alien ship from space, and all this new science was from reverse engineering the spacecraft. He learned about space, artificial gravity, and the peculiar thing called Jump Points, the use of wormholes to teleport.

So when offered an invitation to come and research the alien spacecraft, he jumped at the opportunity. He took the earliest Dinosian ship from France and arrived in Dinosia.

And now, as he was being transported in the rather luxurious car, he realised that there was far more to learn from Dinosia than just the alien craft.

"What is that, my friend?"

"That? Space observatory. They're scribbling down space stuff because the University's itching to fly a rocket to the moon real soon."

"..."

Albert Einstein, merely twenty-six, already the creator of the special theory of relativity, stared at the boy who looked sixteen at best. "To the moon?"

"Why the hell not? Ain't rocket science. Well, okay, it is rocket science. I studied that alien rust bucket, and the thrusters were so advanced they made us look like cavemen humping rocks. But guess what? We've cribbed enough to make our own junk fly far. Far enough to punch the Moon square in the ass. Soon, some guy will be walking on the Moon, I bet ya."

Einstein frowned; he didn't like the way this boy talked. Already, he planned to file a complaint about his behavior. Such behavior by a student was unacceptable. But he didn't bother right now.

"And will this space mission be international? It's… such a big step for humanity."

"International? Why?" the boy asked, driving with just one hand while the other grabbed a sandwich from somewhere. He was eating while driving.

"Because the First Man is the father of science, isn't he? He'll want the entire world's scientific community to learn from this."

"Pffft! Hah! That bastard doesn't give a rat's hairy ass, old man. He's the sort who chucks a coin at your skull and tells you to go fry an egg," the boy snorted, but then frowned and extended his half-eaten sandwich to Einstein. "You want a bite?"

"..."

"Uh. No, thank you."

"Suit yourself. The damn university ain't a stroll away. Anyway, what I was saying, why the bleeding fuck would we share a single crumb with those ape-shit lunatics? Thousands of years they've been bashing skulls, ripping guts, all for land. Land! Then they cook up colonies, snuff out whole peoples, and chain others like cattle. Slavery, genocide, the works. Fuck those apes. No sense in showing them how to climb the stars when they can't even stumble their way into decency."

Einstein watched the boy finish that sandwich, then open a glove box and grab another. The entire fucking glovebox was filled with wrapped sandwiches, dozens of them.

"Mmm… Mom makes the best stuff."

"..."

"Well, I suppose there is reason in your words. To hand such technology, they'll only use it for destruction." Einstein muttered. "Yet I can't digest it. If the First Man is such a shallow being, how can he be the father of science? Even the god of science we call him. Shouldn't such a being share knowledge with all, not hoard it?"

"Damn right. He's a lazy ass. You don't think he's a god?"

Hearing the boy criticise the so-called god, Einstein nodded confidently. "I never thought so before, but after learning about the spacecraft, I wonder if the First Man might have come from somewhere outside, extraterrestrial."

"Pfft, probably. He's what? A million? Hell, that's some dust-caked dinosaur ass right there."

"He's that old?"

"Sure is, they got all them proof and shit in the temple. Anyway, fuck them apes! They tried to catch me once, you know. I was just minding my ass in the sea, swimming. They figured I was some mermaid prize. Dumb whoresons. Do these look like sea tits to you?"

The boy used both hands to squeeze his chest, as if to reassure he really didn't have breasts.

"..."

The more the boy talked, the more Einstein felt there was something wrong. Why did the University send someone so unsophisticated like him? It made no sense.

"I think that age alone does not give anyone the right to keep knowledge to themselves. The world may be thankful for his efforts to preserve it, but I believe he's personally unsophisticated. He doesn't seem to understand the true worth of sharing wisdom. Even in the way he dresses, he clings to the past. That is why I cannot think of him as a god."

"Then what about Jesus?" the boy asked.

Einstein hummed. "Such a vast faith, yet resting only on faith itself. I cannot judge Jesus, for he is not here with us. But the First Man is. And if he stands by while slavery and wars and colonies tear people apart, then he cannot be God."

"Hmm, so he's supposed to be humanity's mutt, huh? Bite their ass when they screw it up? He did gut that Leo King, though."

"I read about it. But one good deed—"

Einstein paused as he saw a massive arched gate with 'Dinosia National University' written on it. Too excited, he no longer bothered to talk.

Beep! Beep!

The boy banged on the steering wheel time and time again as the car rolled into the large driveway beside the large building's welcoming entrance.

Einstein already saw a dozen faces that he recognised. At the front was Max Planck, who had initially invited him.

"Welcome to Dinosia, Albert." Planck greeted him.

Einstein quickly got out of the car, grabbed his suitcase, and shook hands with Planck as well as many others. But then he heard the car's engine rev, and he turned to look at the boy in the driving seat.

"What's your name?"

"Huh?" The boy was busy eating his fifth sandwich. "Me? I'm Helvar."

Einstein nodded, a stern expression on his face. "While I'm grateful that you drove me here, I must make a formal complaint about your behavior and your foul speech. This University—"

The boy, Helvar, revved the car louder, rolling his eyes.

"This is not how someone from DNU should carry himself. There are so many who dream of studying here and never get the chance. You ought to show some gratitude."

Einstein almost flinched when he saw a hint of anger on the boy's face.

"Stop yapping and do your job, Nerd."

"..."

Einstein, also a man in his late twenties, felt angry. He tried to approach the boy, but the car moved away, its engine making too much noise and then…

"W-What…" Einstein stuttered. "H-How is that car flying away?"

Pat!

He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked behind to find Max Planck with a deep frown on his face.

"What did you do… Albert?"

"Me? I was only correcting h—"

"Albert, he's the trueborn son of the First Man and Hela, the Goddess of Death."

"..."

"Wh… I-I… I just…"

Albert looked at the sky. The car had flown away. He looked back at Planck and then other researchers, all frowning.

Thud!

Einstein fell, his legs noodle, his hands shivering, and his lips… cursing.

"Fuck."

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Unknown Place,

Marshall groaned as he slowly opened his eyes. He felt warm; the bed underneath him was very soft. It was absolutely silent there, not a single noise. Not even air. And as his eyes opened, he looked at the deep, dark sky. But then he looked to the right, and it was also dark, except for the bright floor, made entirely out of countless little bones.

"Did I die?"

He sat up, curious. He didn't expect to die just from an exploding planet. A star? Maybe. But a planet? Hell no.

"Mmm… This way, love."

Marshall jumped from bed and turned his head towards the voice and… froze, while his cock jumped for joy. A beauty of incredible charm sat there in a very high throne, which was also made of small bones.

She sat there cross-legged in what he could describe as the hottest attire a woman had ever worn. A leather bikini? All black. Leather thigh-high stockings with the garter straps and all. Then, a big leather cape on her back, black outside, red inside.

"This is either the best morning of my life or I'm about to bust a nut in my sleep. God damn!"

The woman herself, fuck! She was white as ash, as pale as the color white itself, her eyes entirely blank with a faint grey pupil, her lips painted in very dark red lipstick, her hair long and also platinum white. She wasn't that tall, a head shorter than him, her body built to admire, flaring hips and round breasts.

The woman chuckled from her throne and stood up, only making Marshall's cock rise straight ninety degrees. And yes, he was still as naked as the moment he left earth, and yes, the woman was eying his shaft.

"I can think of only one other fool who ever dreamed of this… meeting Death herself," she purred, her voice silky and deliberate, as if it could slip past reason. "But you are no fool, are you? You're like me… endless, restless, chasing the rare sparks that make eternity bearable."

"Fuck yes!" Marshall barked, his cock nodding like it had a vote in the matter. "Ain't nothing more exciting than an albino vampire goth in a skimpy dress."

"..."

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