You feel fragmented somehow, and find yourself unable to form any thoughts as a great fog clouds your mind. You can see nothing but darkness, but if you push your head as far forward as your body allows, you can feel some kind of wall.
This was all horribly confusing, but then the walls split open, allowing light into the... Whatever you were in. A pair of deft appendages lightly grasp you, lifting you out of the place and setting you down on a cold, hard surface. You see funny things, standing upright and wearing long white clothes. The one who lifted you out lightly strokes your head before turning to the others. That felt good.
"Ladies and gentlemen, today is one of the proudest moments in the history of the human race. Not only have we mapped this little Dino's entire genome, but as you can see, we have cloned it!"
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