Do Dinosaurs Dream?

Pale morning light crept across the arid wastelands of the Uinta Basin. A battered jeep careened over a tumble of stone, lurching to halt beneath the skeletal shadow of an outcrop. Four figures tumbled out-scientists, sunburned and wild-eyed, boots caked with the diamond dust of ancient deserts. The first, Dr. Evelyn Markham, peered at the sediment-sliced cliff with the gleam of obsession. Her grad student, Lyle, hoisted a tripod for gigapixel photography, while their intern, Rosa, wrestled armfuls of sample bags in a losing battle against the wind."Today is the day, " Markham murmured, more to herself than the others.
"There's something under this ridge. It's not just more eggs."She meant the fossilized clutch they'd spent the week unearthing-five enormous dinosaur eggs, each in a different stage of fossilization, all cradled in prehistoric silt. Already, the geological clockwork of the site had set the academic world buzzing. But Markham was not satisfied with mere notoriety; she hungered for paradigm shifts.