The last dinosaur settled into the shadows of a nearby rock formation, his powerful muscles coiled tight, his breath slow and controlled. His amber eyes never left the strange metallic structure as the hum continued, rhythmic and unnatural. Minutes stretched into hours as the sun dipped lower, casting long shadows across the wasteland.

Then, movement. A hatch on the side of the structure hissed open, releasing a puff of vapor into the dry air. Out stepped a creature—tall, slender, and covered in a smooth, skin-tight suit that shimmered under the fading light. Its face was obscured by a reflective visor, but the way it moved was deliberate, cautious. It carried a device in its three-fingered hand, sweeping it slowly over the ground as if searching for something.

The dinosaur's nostrils flared. The scent was unfamiliar—cold, metallic, tinged with something almost sterile. Not prey. Not predator. Something entirely unknown. The creature paused, its head tilting slightly, and for a terrifying moment, the dinosaur feared it had sensed him. But then it turned, stepping back toward the structure, its strange device still pulsing with a soft blue light.