A Question of Genetics
by Thomas Kleaton
“It’s from a dinosaur alright,” Ross stared at the object Susan uncovered, a short fragment of white bone. “A hadrosaur, most likely. Pretty common around these parts.”
“Dinosaurs into birds, hominids into humans,” Susan turned the fossil in her hand. “Gene manipulation. What do you think of aliens tampering with our genes, professor?”
Ross grinned. “It’s a theory. Mostly pseudoscience, though. Like astrology.”
“Well, the dinosaurs had a mean streak, and just look at the carnage wild animals cause.”
Professor Ross hooted with laughter.
“I have my own interpretation,” Susan’s spade connected with his neck. “Ever hear of genetic evil?”