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Inside the barn, Dr. Scott dangled a slab of bloody meat through the thick bars of a livestock pen. Within the cage were several creatures that resembled chickens in the way a shark resembles a guppy. These so-called chickens were four feet tall with heavy-set beaks that had elongated into spike-toothed maws. Their legs were muscular and built for running, and their tails stretched back to counterbalance their heavy fore-bodies. Their skin was layered with yellow-brown scales except for the few irregular patches of brown feathers that dotted their backs, tails, and vestigial wings.
Reggie Sparks took one look at them and rushed back to the plane to assemble his camera equipment, leaving Kate and Clem to speak with the doctor.
Dr. Scott dangled a strip of steak through the bars. The monsters inside slammed against the cage and slashed at each other savagely to get at the meat.
“These can’t be chickens,” Kate said. “What did you do to them?”
“An animal’s entire evolutionary history is contained within every cell of its body,” Dr. Scott said. “All I did was prompt them to display different traits of their ancestors.”
“I wouldn’t have thought that chickens had such monstrous ancestors.”
“You might be surprised,” the doctor tossed in another hunk of meat and watched his creations tear into it. “It is very probably that the chicken is the closest living relative of the tyrannosaurus rex. It’s a little sad, when you think about it.”
“Pardon me,” said Clem. “But why on earth would you want to create a race of monster chicken?”
“Why?” he exclaimed as though simultaneously offended by the question and delighted at the opportunity to answer. “The reason is simple: a larger chicken means more meat. I’m going to feed the world. The future is bright! You’ll see—the twentieth century will bring great prosperity and lasting peace for all humankind.”
“I guess you don’t listen to the radio much,” Kate said.
Dr. Scott dumped the last of the meat through the bars and peeled off his gloves. “I don’t get radio reception out here. I’m afraid my communication with the outside world is limited to my telegraph line.”
Clem’s eyes widened just slightly at the mention of the telegraph. If he had been playing poker, he would have given himself away, but neither the pilot nor the scientist seemed to have noticed.
“Sir. Ma’am,” Clem said. “’Scuze me, if you don’t mind. I need to go freshen up.”
He left the two of them and passed Reggie, who was hustling his cinema equipment into the barn. That left Clem alone to enter the mansion, find the study, and locate the brass telegraph set on a side table. He dialed through to London, and began tapping out his message with the hand marked by the eye-and-triangle tattoo.
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