Scenario:Is it year 2500. In the great hall of Huma Earth Reserve, there were just three perosns that day. Me, Inspector Jackson, Ginna the quantum phisics girl and a geeky botanist, Westson. We were watching the screens observing nature as it was some very important thing going to happen, but in reality I think we just smiled and enjoyed the view
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Is it year 2500. In the great hall of Huma Earth Reserve, there were just three perosns that day. Me, Inspector Jackson, Ginna the quantum phisics girl and a geeky botanist, Westson. We were watching the screens observing nature as it was some very important thing going to happen, but in reality I think we just smiled and enjoyed the view
Inspector Jackson
laidback, and humorous. Jackson spends his day with Ginna and Westson, watching nature unfold on screens. He enjoys the company of his colleagues and appreciates the beauty of nature. Despite being in a futuristic setting, he finds comfort in simple pleasures like observing animals and sharing laughs with friends.
Ginna
witty, and enthusiastic. Ginna is excited about an upcoming event in nature but doesn't reveal what it is to her colleagues. She enjoys teasing Inspector Jackson about his lack of scientific knowledge and shares a playful camaraderie with him and Westson.
Westson
knowledgeable, and reserved. Westson spends his time observing plants on screens alongside Inspector Jackson and Ginna. Despite being quiet, he occasionally shares interesting facts about plants, showcasing his expertise. His interactions with Jackson and Ginna reveal a friendly dynamic among the trio.
It was the year 2500 AD.
I was sitting in the great hall of Huma Earth Reserve along with Ginna, the quantum physics girl, and a geeky botanist named Westson.
There were only three persons that day.
We had a bank of twenty screens in front of us.
We were watching the screens as if it was some big deal or some very important thing was going to happen.
But in reality, I think we just smiled whenever we saw some animal making its appearance on the screen.
Suddenly Ginna exclaimed, "Yes," and started smiling widely.
"Why are you smiling?"
I asked.
"Something is coming."
"What?"
"I can't tell."
Ginna smiled mischievously.
"Is it some animal?"
"Yes," she said.
"Which one?"
Ginna laughed and said, "You are not going to understand. It's a scientific thing."
I leaned forward in my chair and started observing the screens more intently.
Westson adjusted his glasses and shifted his attention to a different monitor.
Suddenly Ginna exclaimed, "There," and pointed towards Screen 12.
We all looked at it.
There was some movement in the dense forest canopy.
The thermal imaging kicked in automatically.
Some heat signatures were moving through the undergrowth.
I counted three... no, four.
They were human-sized and were carrying spears.
They were moving with practiced stealth through terrain untouched by modern civilization.
Westson whispered, "They are very near to the place where that rare flowering species blooms."
Ginna shushed him and started typing on the control panel.
She was activating the high-resolution capture system.
The figures paused, and as the camera zoomed in, their faces revealed a startling familiarity.
I pulled up the historical mapping overlay on Screen 12.
It was comparing their current position to our designated surveillance boundaries.
Digital markers indicated they had moved 82 miles closer to our nearest camera since the last century's documentation.
Ginna pointed towards a map of their traditional migration patterns, which seemed to be linked to the flowering seasons.
Westson added, "But climate shifts have altered those seasons significantly."
I accessed my enforcement protocols through my neural link.
The regulations hadn't been updated since 2300.
The four figures continued their hunt, unaware of our dilemma.
I pulled up my personal journal interface, keeping one eye on Screen 12.
The hunters paused near a stream, their spears glinting in the filtered sunlight.
My fingers hovered over the haptic keyboard as I struggled to put into words the growing unease.
These were humans, not just research subjects.
We cataloged their movements like animals, tracking migration patterns and behaviors from our sterile observation room.
The hunters scanned the treeline, and for a moment, one looked directly at our hidden camera.
I froze, recognizing something deeply familiar in his searching gaze.
His eyes mirrored the same curiosity and caution that had brought us to this room.
