The Lonely Control Room in the Jungle

In the isolated control room, the woman’s hands shook as she frantically pressed the <Emergency Lockdown> button on the console. As the hydraulic system hissed, the door shut just in time, barely blocking the velociraptor’s clawed attempt to breach the control room.

Panting, she leaned back in her chair, tears welling in her eyes. Now she was utterly alone in this massive metal fortress. Her once-kind fiancé and her mentor, who had taught her so much, were all gone—killed by those monsters.

The room felt colder and more foreboding without anyone else around. She took a slow, deep breath, trying to calm herself.

“I can’t die here,” she whispered, forcing herself to think positively.

“It’s okay. There’s no way those dinosaurs can break through the object-reinforced walls.”

All her colleagues were dead, and the perilous dinosaurs lurked outside, all while they remained in the eerie domain of the special object, the Green Moon.

“If I just hold on here, rescue will come,” she reassured herself, standing up and looking around the room.

Emergency object generators lined the control room, which could sustain it for up to three more months. She let out a deep sigh, knowing she had to find a way to survive in this dire situation, though exhaustion weighed heavily on her.

She lay on the floor, hoping for a brief escape from this nightmare in her dreams. But her shallow sleep was interrupted by an urgent alarm.

Beep! Beep!

Jolted awake, she quickly checked the monitors. The CCTV showed velociraptors prowling around the control room, but something was wrong—some of the camera feeds had suddenly cut off.

“!”

Her eyes widened in shock. The raptors looked strange, as if their bones and flesh had melted and twisted grotesquely, forming distorted shapes. These mutated raptors were now tearing at the security cameras, systematically destroying them.

“How…?”

It didn’t make sense for animals to understand and destroy the cameras. Yet, one by one, the monitors faded to black.

Her breaths grew quicker, anxiety mounting despite the reinforced walls protecting her. Soon, all the camera feeds went dark, leaving her feeling completely blind.

The raptors’ growls and the scraping of claws against the walls filled the silence. Although she couldn’t see them, she could sense their presence clearly.

The dim ceiling lights in the control room flickered ominously.

“No…is it the wires?”

Just as she checked the console, a red warning light began to blink.

<Emergency Generator Offline>

The Green Moon’s spatial distortions must have exposed the wires through a damaged wall section, severing the control room’s connection to the generator. Now only the backup battery kept essential systems running, shrouding the room in darkness.

Fear, cold, and darkness settled over her as she huddled in a corner.

Rescue will come soon. It has to, she kept repeating to herself, even as she jumped with each scrape against the wall.

How long had she waited, curled up in terror, before the raptors’ sounds faded away, leaving nothing but silence?

In that oppressive quiet, her breathing was the only sound. Gazing at the flashing monitor, she drifted into an uneasy sleep.

Screech!

Through her drowsiness, she heard the control room door open.

How much time had passed? Could another survivor have found her?

Turning her head, she saw a silhouette in the doorway—neither human nor dinosaur.

‘How did it get past the iris scanner?’

Questions raced through her mind, but her eyes were drawn to the middle of the silhouette, where she saw a vaguely familiar face, forcibly fused into the creature’s body. It was her mentor’s face, his head grotesquely attached.

In the Heart of the Jungle, No Trace of the Space Station

I was swinging down with all my might, pounding a massive hunk of flesh with a black reaper’s greatsword, twice my height.

Wham. Wham. Wham.

The black reaper armor lent me its strength, letting me slam down instead of slicing with the blade’s edge.

‘This isn’t a T. rex!’

My target was the first dinosaur I encountered in the jungle—a T. rex. But this one looked nothing like the majestic predator I admired. With thick lips, feathers, and a pudgy belly, it was the definition of disgrace.

The faint scent of human blood wafted from its body, but the mini reapers showed no interest.

‘So ugly!’ They giggled at the hideous creature.

Once the T. rex was finally reduced to minced meat, I lay down on the ground, exhausted. Looking up, I could see the sky, so blue and endless.

‘It’s become an entire planet.’

From afar, it had looked like a space station, but the Green Moon had engulfed it entirely, turning it into a jungle-covered planet.

‘This is the first time I’ve seen a space distortion of this scale.’

Lost in thought as I gazed at the sky, I heard a commotion among the mini reapers.

“Mom!” A golden reaper trotted over, wearing a satisfied grin.

A tiny dinosaur was clamped onto its face. The mini dino’s sharp teeth seemed menacing, but with the golden reaper’s immunity, it was simply amused, laughing with its new “hat.”

Other golden reapers, envious, had also started catching little dinosaurs, trying to attach them like hats. The struggling dinos let out pitiful cries as they tried to escape, while the ones failing to attach properly were “disposed of.”

‘Golden reapers are ruthless with creatures that threaten humans.’

Maybe it was just my love for dinosaurs, but I couldn’t help but feel amused.

With all the golden reapers wearing their new mini dino hats, I rose to my feet, donned the black reaper armor, and hoisted the enormous sword toward the sky, sending out my intent.

‘Exterminate the ugly T. rex!’

“Exterminate!” the mini reapers cheered, following suit.

And so, we strode toward the dinosaur-laden jungle.

In Mingming’s Embrace

The woman spent a warm night nestled in the giant creature Mingming’s arms. The next day, she held the now-shrunken Mingming close as they wandered through the jungle.

‘Where exactly is Mingming leading me?’

It seemed as if Mingming had a clear destination, but the inability to communicate left her feeling frustrated.

“Ming!”

At times, she felt as though Mingming could understand her, though she quickly dismissed the thought, shaking her head.

‘But is Mingming an object or just an animal?’

To her, this question mattered a lot—it would decide whether she could call him “Mingming” without fear. Though she wanted to address him freely, she refrained, worrying it might have dangerous consequences if he were indeed an object.

As she pondered, she noticed something unusual—the wrecked control room, its white walls stained with dried blood, a faint smell lingering in the air.

Startled, she wanted to investigate, but Mingming suddenly expanded, blocking her way.

“Ming!”

As she stared into the control room, something emerged from the jungle’s darkness—a horrifying fusion of dinosaur and human, crudely melded together.

The most horrifying part was the head. Among its sharp teeth and gaping maw, a face she recognized protruded—a coworker from the James Space Station’s control room.

“Welcome back. Long time no see.”

“Welcome back. Long time no see.”

“Welcome back. Long time no see.”

The creature’s mouth continued to repeat her colleague’s voice in an endless, eerie loop.