Yesterday was a big day, but today everything is back to normal. I start my daily routine. I let the raptors out of my house, get breakfast, feed the Vivosaurs so the carnivores don't try to eat the herbivores, check them to see if they're all healthy, and then go back inside while letting the Vivosaurs play in the field. By this point I fix lunch and get started on cleaning my house (there's a reason I don't normally allow Vivosaurs in the inside).
It's odd that nobody's come by with their Vivosaurs for a checkup or to drop off yet, but that's not a bad thing. I could use the break to take care of my own. After all, some of the more intelligent Vivosaurs like Vin, my Velociraptor and Dan, my Deinonychus have been ... unstable lately. They get along well, and do their usual mischief, but I think they remember going extinct. The screeching every night is terrible. Most Fossil Fighters don't notice, as they keep their Vivosaurs in Dino Medals, but I don't, so I do. I should probably ask Doctor Diggins about it, especially since I have no idea how to treat PTSD, especially in modified previously extinct species.
As this thought bounces around in my head while I examine the two raptors, someone calls. "Hey, Morrow, can I talk with you for a moment?" Oddly enough, it's Doctor Diggins. I think. Suddenly, I'm not sure, as the familiar spectacled, dark skinned, bluish haired man I know isn't wearing his typical lab coat. Instead he is dressed like a caveman. As he approaches, my suspicion is confirmed; it's gotta be Diggins. He notices my confusion. Puzzled by it, he looks down, and then puts two and two together. "Oh right, long story, anyway there's something I need to discuss," he says rapidly, "well, it's more of a theory that I need your help confirming, as you are the person who knows the most about Vivosaurs on this island, aside from myself, of course". He's probably not wrong, and for this reason, he's one of my favorite people on Vivosaur Island. That said, these creatures are his 'creation' or discovery, and he views them as such. It almost cancels out my respect for the man. I'm curious what he has to say. "You see," he continues, I ended up being sent back in time and only got brought back through fossil revival. I kept the clothes because they're nice. Where was I? Oh yeah, I still have my memories. Would you be willing to help me find out if Vivosaurs can remember their past lives as well?"
"Funny you should mention that, I reply, "I was meaning to ask you the same thing, but never got around to it," I tell him
"Great! When do you want to start?"
"Tomorrow, I guess".
"Alright! meet me at my office in the Fossil Center tomorrow whenever you're ready."
And with that, he runs back the way he came, leaving me to ponder what I just got into.
As the day progresses, Mr. Ozzlewit, Saurhead, and a few others come by to have me check on their Vivosaurs and make sure they're ok. The Vivosaurs I battled yesterday are wary of Si, Cali, and Vin, who are freely roaming outside on my property. Training them to stay on the property was rough, but worth it, as they seem happier when they can run free. The Vivosaurs that battled yesterday also calm down quickly. I'm glad They know this is a safe place.
As the day goes on, I ponder the idea of human revival. Should dead loved ones be revived? Would they still be recognizable as human? Doctor Diggins is, but that could be a special case. Do Vivosaurs feel the differences in integrated bones post revival? Should we be using Vivosaurs for battles, especially if they have PTSD? All of these questions are circling around my head now, and they go nowhere, so I get back to work.
By about 5 pm, the only Vivosaurs in the field are mine, as everyone picked theirs up as Dino Medals a while ago. I let them run around the field freely for another hour, making sure they don't attack each other. I do wish I could have gone digging at the new sites today, but you can't always do what you want.