Trilobite Park — Chapter 12: Downhill
In Canberra, miles away from the disaster at Trilobite Park, a hood was being yanked off the head of a handcuffed man. He blinked in
Steampunk, Frankenstein, Fantasy soap operas, Leonard Nimoy and More
In Canberra, miles away from the disaster at Trilobite Park, a hood was being yanked off the head of a handcuffed man. He blinked in
Control Room When the lights went down, Jacobs the engineer didn’t have time to wait for R17 to climb the stairs from the pump-room. He
Jacobs and R17 In the cool damp bowels of Trilobite Park, Jacobs the chief engineer was heading towards apoplexy. The plumbers who he had hired
It sat in the cafeteria, swimming — though out of water. It swam through a head, a brain… the brain of an air breather. The
Valerie and Thag at Cafeteria The doors were opened and the crowds slowly entered Trilobite Park. How they ooh-ed and aaah-ed with vague disbelief at
June Excited, Jacobs Frantic The sun was high over Wellington Road as the crowds gathered outside Trilobite Park, waiting for the doors to open for
The afternoon before Trilobite Park opened, Blake gathered the Paleontology Club after school to meet with their supervisor. Her name was Mrs Vallerez, and she
It felt out. Felt with the antennae of its mind. It needed something… No. It needed someone. Where? When? Ah, yes. The touch pool. Three
The flows of water were strange and unnatural – but no more so than the flows of time that surrounded it. This place – where
It remembered the seas. That was all it remembered, all it was. Just a memory. But it remembered itself, and memory is important. It couldn’t