With your nose pressed against the window of MesoPet, your mouth is wide open in awe at the sight of the huge speckled eggs resting on a bed of straw. The artificial light is bright, and the colors really shine, a mixed blend of pink and purple shell, spread apart dots, and an almost cartoonish size. You feel like you're the last person on Earth to finally get one!
By now, they're more affordable. When the celebrities were taking selfies and they were pumping out movies every month with trained ones, the cost skyrocketed. But like with all trends, people had more or less grown bored with dinosaurs. Besides, the wild ones are too much trouble. There are breeds that are more docile, and a bustling illegal trade of the dangerous kinds.
Now you can finally afford one (a starter egg, nothing fancy), and after putting a down payment, the cashier brings out one of the eggs from the storefront.
"You'll take care of it, right? These people, they come in, they spend their whole life savings, and they realize they can't even take care of it."
He gently hands you the egg wrapped in a blanket. "These models have an accelerated phase, so just leave it in light and it should take no longer than a week." The salesperson rummages beneath the cash register and brings out a pamphlet.
"This will give you the basics on feeding and care. Shouldn't be too hard to feed it. They're genetically modified to adjust to whatever you have in your backyard."
You thank him and leave the store, holding the egg to your chest. You don't even care that this is not a natural egg - this is the only reason they're more affordable now. It doesn't matter, you'll give your dinosaur the best care ever.
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