Jurassic World Alive: Echoes of the Genome Chapter 4

Echoes of the Genome Chapter 4

Ranked by Design

System Re-Engaged

[Core Node A9 – Combat Evaluation Engine]

Reactivation Cycle: Phase Two

Subject groups successfully redirected to designated local zones.

Zone 1 (L1): SPT-01, SPT-02, SPT-03, SPT-04, SPT-05

Zone 2 (L2): SPT-06, SPT-07, SPT-08, SPT-09, SPT-10

Sync deviation: stable.

Aggression markers: escalating.

Directive: Establish Zone Dominance.

Historical Note: Subjects previously exhibited high interconnectivity.

Current Pattern: Splintered. Tactical. Instinct-driven.

Status: No external interference detected.

Observation: Subject cohesion decreasing by design.

Outcome Target: Emergence of Apex Alpha through conflict-based sorting.

Instinct will divide them.

Design will determine who remains.

Back Where It Began

Narrated by Eremocanis

We didn’t talk about it.

We just started walking.

Back to the place we once called ours.

The trees looked the same. The old waterline still curved along the ridge. Even the broken fences were still tangled in the brush.

But something was off.

The quiet wasn’t the same kind of quiet. Not the peaceful kind.

This was the silence before a storm.

Spinotops noticed it first. She slowed down near the old watchpoint, where the humans used to observe us from above. It’s nothing now. Just vines and cracked glass.

She didn’t look at the ruin. She was staring past it.

So was I.

There was movement in the clearing.

Slow. Heavy. Intentional.

And then I saw him.

Gryganyth.

He didn’t growl. He didn’t move toward us. He just stood there, breathing like the ground was his to command.

He’s bigger now.

Not in size. In presence.

Spinotops took a step forward. Her head tilted, just slightly. Almost like she was remembering.

I don’t know what they did to him. I don’t know what he remembers.

But I felt something shift in my chest the moment I saw him again.

We were home.

But we weren’t alone.

And whatever the Core wants us to become…

Gryganyth is already halfway there.

Still Watching

Narrated by Gryganyth

They finally came back.

All of them. The ones who left.

The ones who forgot.

I never left.

I didn’t need to. The Core never stopped speaking to me. Not in words. In rhythm. In patterns. In pain.

The others ran when the lab fell. I stayed. I was still healing back then. Still hooked to the walls. Still remembered.

And when they stopped checking on me?

When the lights went out?

That’s when I understood who I really was.

I wasn’t built to lead.

I was built to survive them all.

Spinotops saw me first.

She didn’t flinch. Of course she didn’t. She thinks she’s still the one. The Core used to favor her. I remember.

So does it.

But I’ve changed.

The pain didn’t break me. It reset me.

Ampelorex knew where I was. He never came back. But he watched. From a distance. Always calm. Always waiting. Like he was protecting them from me.

But there’s no reason to hide anymore.

The Core wants an Alpha?

Let them test for it.

Let them remember what they left behind.

I Should Have Said Something

Narrated by Ampelorex

I knew he was here.

I always knew.

I saw the signs for seasons, scars on trees no one else could’ve made, old trails worn too deliberately, bones left arranged in patterns too exact for nature.

I never told them.

Spinotops would’ve gone after him. Eremocanis would’ve followed. And the others… they would’ve chosen sides.

So, I waited.

I told myself it was for their safety. That maybe if he stayed isolated, the Core would forget him. That maybe he’d forget himself.

But I was wrong.

He didn’t forget anything.

Gryganyth is stronger now, not just in body. In focus. In conviction.

I saw it in the way he stood.

He wasn’t preparing for war.

He was waiting to be recognized.

The Core didn’t abandon him. It kept him. Nurtured him. Watched him grow in silence.

He’s not the outlier.

He’s the baseline.

And now the others are here.

All of us.

In the same place.

Exactly where the Core wanted us.

I should’ve said something.

But now it’s too late.

The Line Must Hold

Narrated by Eremocanis

There was no time left for doubt.

The Core made that clear.

The sky dimmed in patterns we didn’t recognize, pulse waves of color, like veins running through the clouds. The ground beneath us vibrated in rhythm. Not random. Not natural.

Instructional.

“Zone 1: Alignment incomplete.”

“Prepare for incursion.”

“Factional cohesion required.”

We didn’t know what it meant.

But we knew enough.

We turned from Gryganyth. Not because we trusted him. But because we needed him.

Spinotops didn’t speak, but her posture shifted. She stepped back into formation. Ampelorex flanked left. Gryganyth didn’t argue. He joined us.

Not as a friend.

As a weapon.

Four of us stood together now. But we weren’t complete.

Magnaraptor was missing.

She always came and went like a shadow, never rooted, never tied. But we needed her now.

Every local zone was being forced into position. Into allegiance. Into defense.

Then the Core spoke again.

“Primary battleground confirmed.”

“Site: Nublar Shores.”

“Commencement: pending Zone alignment.”

It wasn’t a request.

It was a declaration.

We weren’t just defending our zone anymore.

We were being sent to the same place.

The final arena.

The place where legends were made.

The place where only one faction would remain.

Strike First

Narrated by Megalocevia

We heard the same broadcast.

“Primary battleground confirmed.”

“Nublar Shores.”

“Commencement: pending Zone alignment.”

The others stared at the sky like the words meant something more. Like we were being given a choice.

We weren’t.

This wasn’t a warning.

It was a countdown.

Nominrex started pacing. Monolomoth stood still, but his shoulders tightened. Rajadorixis let out a sharp exhale, barely restrained energy. Plateorex lowered his head toward the ground like he was listening for something beneath it.

They were waiting for someone to speak.

So, I did.

“We don’t wait,” I said.

Not a question. A command.

“We hit them before they ever leave their zone.”

Nominrex looked up, her jaw tense. “The Core chose Nublar Shores. That’s the battleground.”

“No,” I said. “That’s the stage. But the fight starts now.”

I could see it in their faces.

They didn’t like it.

But they understood.

The Core wanted a display.

We’d deliver a message.

We don’t follow directives.

We write the outcome.

Something’s Coming

Narrated by Eremocanis

It’s too quiet again.

No more updates. No more pulses. The Core hasn’t said anything since it named the battleground.

But the pressure hasn’t eased.

It’s grown.

Spinotops keeps checking the sky. Ampelorex hasn’t spoken in hours. Gryganyth hasn’t moved from the ridge since the sun shifted.

We’ve fortified what we can. Marked out fallback positions. Reinforced the stream banks where we once rested.

It feels wrong.

Not like a defense.

Like a waiting room.

I felt it earlier today, a tremor in the soil. Too faint for the others to notice. Not from beneath us.

From outside our zone.

Something is moving.

Fast.

And not alone.

We’re not the only ones preparing.

The Core didn’t just send us to survive.

It sent others to see if we can.

See the YouTube Echoes of the Genome Shorts Here:

Echoes of the Genome EP1: Dark Secrets of Jurassic World Alive

Echoes of the Genome EP2: The Lab Went Dark and Something Survived

Echoes of the Genome EP3: Ampelorex was Never Just a Guardian

Echoes of the Genome EP4: Megalocevia Returns for Revenge

Echoes of the Genome EP5: Factions of Jurassic World Alive

Echoes of the Genome EP6: They Thought They Were the Only Ones