[Chapter 1] Handle Dinosaurs Gently When Boarding Them
[Chapter 1] Handle Dinosaurs Gently When Boarding Them (Revised Edition)
The Dimensional Amusement Zone—known to most as DAZ—
was a planet-sized theme park jointly developed by the Future Government and the Galactic Corporate Alliance.
It featured over 300 attraction zones recreating every era, genre, dimension, and fantasy imaginable—
a true “paradise of dreams” where the wealthy from across the galaxy competed for reservations.
Today, at the main gate, appeared the Platinum Oliver Family—six members in total.
“Today’s destination is Dinosaur Area: Real Birth!”
announced the guide AI, its voice echoing across the plaza.
Julius and Nero immediately jumped up.
“Yaaay!! T-rex! Raptor! Triceratops!!”
“Let’s go to the Valley of Carnivores! Daddy gets eaten in that one!”
“Why me!?”
Rafaela stepped in calmly, as usual.
“Relax. We’ve got the Tosgorn Enma Plan with premium skip access. No waiting in line.”
““““YAAAAY!!””””
A little apart from them, Noah was holding down his hat, gazing up at the sky over the zone.
“…That cloud looks like a dinosaur… might eat me… but I’m sleepy…”
“Noah, come on—animal ID cards are being handed out already,”
said Mireille, the dependable one, pulling his hand.
“Mm… but, Mireille, it smells like grass.”
“That’s because it’s real. Go on, use your nose sensor to check humidity.”
“…Already did. Humidity: sixty-five percent. Smell: grass.”
“Good job.”
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The atmosphere of the dinosaur area was seriously authentic.
Artificial sun, simulated climate, the scent of geothermal air, and distant roars echoing across the valley.
“Wow… this really feels like ‘the primeval earth’… if only there weren’t amusement rides,”
Oliver murmured in awe.
Beside him, Rafaela added matter-of-factly:
“They’re bio-synthetic robots reconstructed from bone-memory scans. All units are insured.”
“Wait—insured?! What happens if one bites you?!”
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On the ride attraction Dino-Bus: Canyon of Screams,
the kids were in full excitement mode.
Nero: “Dad! That T-rex’s eyes are glowing!!”
Julius: “That’s the mid-boss! Charge!!”
Noah, half-asleep on Oliver’s lap, opened his eyes when the bus tilted.
“…It shook.”
“Seatbelt, Noah,” Mireille warned, logging the vehicle’s acceleration on her sensor.
“If it speeds up any more, he’ll puke.”
“Thanks… you’re nice, Mireille… but I still wanna sleep…”
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At that moment, Oliver’s danger sensor beeped sharply.
(Something’s off… way too many guards around…)
(That bush—did it just flash? A drone? No, a sniper?)
*(Don’t tell me… the Enma Vacation Sabotage Squad again!?)
“—Oliver, hey.”
“Hyaah!?”
Rafaela grabbed his hood and yanked him back.
“You’re imagining ‘work threats’ again, aren’t you?”
“N-no, just checking security, that’s all—!”
“We’re taking a photo with the dinosaur!”
“Yes ma’am!!”
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Lunch was at “Spacetime Lunch Buffet: Memories of Past and Future.”
Today’s Menu (Excerpt):
• Silk Road-style Floating Soup of Memory Steam
• Anti-gravity Sushi Set (12 varieties, three flavored with nostalgia)
• Ancient French Cuisine reconstructed at the elemental-symbol level
• The legendary ‘Black Future’ chocolate cake — full whole.
“This… costs thirty thousand yen a plate…?”
““But it’s soooo goood!!””
Noah and Mireille replied in unison.
““Mama, it melts on our tongues!!””
echoed Julius and Nero.
“It really does,” Rafaela agreed.
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After lunch, Oliver sipped his tea blissfully.
(Perfect… nothing happening… the happiness of not working…)*
Just then, Julius muttered:
“Hey Dad… that ferris-wheel-saurus over there… is it getting closer?”
“Wha—!? I knew it! Something’s happening again!?”
“Kidding. It’s a moving ferris wheel. Future-theme-park thing.”
“…Give me a break…”
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Noah, now resting on Rafaela’s lap pillow, murmured drowsily:
“…Next, can we ride something that doesn’t move…? I wanna nap…”
Mireille unfolded the brochure.
“There’s a Dinosaur Museum Theater — soft seats, immersive sound, all educational.”
“Let’s go. Now. Straight there.”
“Daddy votes yes—needs rest.”
“Okay, I’ll add it to the group plan. Family vote: four to two for ‘seated attractions.’”
“Bless you…”
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And so, the Oliver Family’s “Dinosaur Vacation”
continued with a mix of mishaps, laughter, and peaceful catnaps.
(To be continued → Chapter 2: “Between the Luxury Spa and the Galactic War”)
