Okay, I'm stuck with a group of people living with dinosaurs, that somehow have modern technology, and I doubt they believe my lie. So, what to do?

'Come up with a better bluff?'

I doubt that will work now, Viv.

'Commander, this is Synais. We may have a problem.'

OH COME ONE! WHAT IS IT NOW?!

'Another one of those machines is headed toward the portal. Think you might want to get your friends away from it.'

Alright, just let me convince these people to-

Before I could finish my line of thought, an unholy snarl filled the air. Instantly, I turned toward it, and found myself staring at one of my worst nightmares - another of those horrid future predators. Just seeing them from a posting of the final episode of Primeval online was enough to make me want to hide under my bed, even into adolescence. Those things were so fucking terrifying!

And it wasn't alone - I counted at least five of them. All staring at us with eyeless faces, seemingly sizing us up, readying to attack. Given that these people had killed one of the predators' kin, I had a feeling this was personal.

Tristan swore. "I thought we killed all of them."

Throwing a worried glance at Viv, I tried to reach for my weapons, ready to stand with these strangers against these beasts. I would always oppose these predators, no matter what universe I was in.

Yet before we could react, something soared over our heads. Looking upwards, I blanched - the machine Synais had warned me about had arrived. Before anyone could question what the robot was doing here, its weapons emerged and focused on myself and Vivian, scanning lights bathing me in menacing shades of red.

I was saved, however, by the hiss of one of the predators. Slightly surprised, the machine turned its attention toward them and started scanning. To my amazement, its lights turned from red to yellow, and then to green. Without warning, it stowed away its firearms, replacing them with mechanical tendrils, which swiftly grabbed the preadtors and electrocuted them into unconsciousness. They then moved to snatch up the one the group had slain, along with several others I had not noticed, at which point it promptly darted back into the portal, leaving us alone.

"...So, how are you doing?" asked Tristan rather sheepishly.

I glanced at him for a moment, before shrugging. "I've been better, but I've been worse."

"Same here."

A loud shriek filled the air. Looking upwards, I watched, only mildly shocked at this point, as a dracolizard fought men riding azdharchid pterosaurs.

"...I'm guessing you've seen stuff this weird before?"

"Watching a wyvern do battle with a group of Dinotopia imitators is hardly the most surprising thing I've seen."

"So Dinotopia does exist in your timeline. Interesting."

"I see..."

"You want us to give you a ride to the nearest town?"

Honestly, I should probably get back through the portal, but I was too curious about this world to leave just yet.

"Yes to going to the nearest town, no to the ride. I've got my own."

Before anyone could question what I meant, I sent an order to the probe. Within moments, it constructed a car, which I swiftly entered, as did Vivienne. Our 'hosts', for lakc of better term, just gawked in shock.

Eh, I could answer their questions later. And I doubt they would be too difficult to answer.

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"...Did you make that car using stuff from Planetary Annihilation? Or maybe Supreme Commander?"

Apparently I was wrong.

Once we had arrived at the nearest town (which was actually a city), I'd wasted no time introducing myself to my hosts. I'd made sure to avoid revealing anything too confidential to them, though they did not extend the same caution to me. Then again, I'm pretty sure arriving how I did made them consider keeping secrets a waste of time.

So, here was what I had learned: apparently, I was on a world where time travel existed, and apparently it was a fusion of two series by Impossible Pictures: Primeval and Prehistoric Park. As in, this island was used by Prehistoric Park, which was headed by Nigel Marvin, but the natural time portals (read: anomalies) were from Primeval.

...Wait, didn't Nigel get eaten by a Giganotosaurus in that series? How was he alive here?

..Eh, that's really not something I cared about knowing. Now back to the question I had been asked.

"...Well, I-"

"You did, didn't you?"

Staring at Tristan's eldest sister, I tried to find an answer, before finally biting the bullet. "...Yes."

"...Huh, guess that's another fictional universe that actually exists."

...What?

"We once went through a time portal to Isla Nublar. Rescued the Brachiosaurus while we were there."

...Seriously?

"Yes. And I think you are saying your thoughts out loud."

I glared at the youngest of the seven siblings I was being hosted by, before sighing in annoyance at my own childishness.

Oh, I didn't mention that? Well, see, Nigel had some big corporate dude backing him in this universe, who's kids were part of the staff. Surprisingly, they weren't like the average Jurassic Park tagalong kid and actually pulled their weight very nicely. Neat.

"Well, since where I got this fabrication technology is no longer a secret, anything else you want to ask me?"

Tristan raised his hand, then lowered it, an expression of doubt on his face, before raising it again, albeit with less certainty on his face this time.

"Yes?"

"...Are you one of those people online who got sucked into a PA Commander without your consent and then set loose to travel the multiverse?"

"..."

The fuck?!

"...Yes, but this is not my home universe, and how do you know that?"

"..Some other people post stories about that online on some website I read regularly...wait, does that mean that-"

Okay, time to put my foot down and keep them from having an existential crisis. "I honestly don't know. It's possible my home universe is some big sitcom in this universe and vice versa for yours in mine. But I'm certain that this universe, the one you call home, is real."

Despite what I said, the group had a look of unease on their faces. Guess I didn't completely succeed in reassuring them.

"Can we please put questions regarding whether or not you people are real aside for now? You're real to me, ok?"

"...Well, thanks for the vote of confidence," chimed in the eldest of the sisters. "Not that it helps."

"Eh, I can't solve everything with superior firepower. So, um, why exactly is there a high-tech city on an island in the Caribbean that has little to no outside contact?"

"We seem to be a, for lack of better term, dumping point for people from all over history," chimed in a person of Native American descent.

"Forgive me, but I don't think we've been introduced."

The man didn't even miss a beat. "I'm Mozetque. My people have lived here for as long as we can remember...and for roughly that long, we've had these time portals opening up, bringing dinosaurs and other beasts to our islands."

"Wait, this happens on the other islands around here?" questioned the eldest of Tristan's brothers...man, I really needed to learn their names.

"Yes, but only rarely - most of them only have a portal open once a year, some have even had them open only once in a generation. Here, though? The open twice a month on average."

"And you never told Nigel about this?" questioned the teen.

"He did ask once. We only told him that it was not his concern. We were...rather forceful about that."

Snorted in derision, the boy grew quiet.

Tristan turned his attention back to me. "So, how'd a portal to our world open up to yours?"

"It's not 'my' world, and I have no clue. Maybe just bad luck?"

"...Maybe. Hey, um, you have that ridiculously good Planetary Annihilation building technology, right?"

"Yes, so?"

"...You mind helping us look around this island for more of those anomalies?"

I glanced inquisitively at Mozteque, who nodded in affirmation toward the unspoken question.

Within minutes, a trio of hummingbirds had flown through the portal and soaring through the skies, sending us data on the island the park was on...wait, why were we getting weird readings from a nearby storm?

Why did the island have a desert and tundra on it?

Why were we getting weird readings from some undersea caves?

AND WHY WAS THIS ISLAND SO DAMN BIG?!

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