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No-one was quite sure if the now-almost-constant presence of at least a couple of humans wandering around the Museum of Disturbing Things ooh-ing and aah-ing at the exhibits made things better or worse..
What made the Disturbing Things so disturbing was not only that they existed, but the history that went with them.
Unsurprisingly, the humans had an entire wing. Some were gruesome exhibits from old Terra, like the skull of a man who survived being pierced through it with an iron rod. Some were more modern, like the replica of Andrew Jones’ space armour. The man had defeated ninety-nine planet-eaters. Or an eternally-turning human cookbook compendium, which demonstrated all the unusual, unappetising, or unconventional foods that a human could consume.
And now, almost every day, there were humans in it, too.
Shayde stopped at the diorama of a tyrannosaur menacing a fun-park jeep. “I ain’t seen it, but I’m pretty sure tha’ was a movie.”
“I’ll make certain the staff are notified,” drawled Rael. “Obviously, there’s been some confusion over your realities versus your fictions.” He sighed. “And sometimes, there still is.”
“Cannae help it if we’re good at it.” Shayde pondered the diorama. “This must'a been when we still thought tyrannosaurs were carnivores. And definitely before we figured out they had feathers.”
“Let me guess. You managed to travel back in time and see it in person?”
“Na, nuthin’ like that. I looked it up.”
Of course. Just when he was used to the impossible, she had to use mundane measures on him.
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