On the Wings of Hope: Prose (Recognized)

In search of a world

The fast-fast running, from all available powers. He must escape – he can do no other. Info-scanner supplied him with solid data about the area surrounding him for thousands of meters around, but it still had a great shortcoming – it couldn't provide the location of living beings. Only the information of the area – any tilt angle of any hillock and a tree, types of growing plants, land's relief – shortly saying, lots of useless stuff. But it didn't show the most important thing, and this became obvious only recently. Certainly, he still had a thermal sensor – a faithful companion of any dimension traveler – but it was useless almost the same way! After all, who could have possibly imagined that he will be thrown here and in that time period!

The only thing that could possibly rescue him were his own feet and capabilities of own "jet satchel", working on liquid hydrogen. The last invention of physical science! Unsurpassed movement possibilities! Travel in a flash of time! Blah-blah-blah... Don't know what, but modesty definitely wasn't in the list of other numerous dignities of physicists of the Central Institute of Learning. Everything that this satchel was capable of is a half an hour flight above the ground at twenty-thirty meters altitude, and afterward, it could be safely sent to rest in peace in a warehouse for a new recharge. Actually, the root of the problem was that it had enough charge only for two-three minutes of travel...

Ten thousand meters... nine and a half... five hundred... four... They are getting close. He won't escape that way. That's it, the last chance of survival... He activated his "unsurpassed movement possibility". The last chance of rescue... Stars in the eyes... dizziness... smack of blood in the mouth... He has to pay for this possibility. Whistle and roar behind his back, a throw up and forward through space, whistling of air in the ears...

Ten meters... twenty... twenty-five... enough. He turned info-scanner on once again. Now you will be of great help to me, buddy! Now we shall quickly locate disposition of our "Wild Boar". Ten kilometers for a scanner is a pure trifle. And for him, ten thousand meters is really not a joke if they must be passed in two-three minutes term... Only to get to it, only to be able to escape, and his beloved "Wild Boar" will welcome him again. He will leave from here – it's not his place. In this world and at this time.

Oh, what funny creatures he has met! He didn't recognize them at first – was idly standing, silly staring, lost lots of precious seconds... It's strange, but he has recognized the one whom he has met in this time only already being pursued in a run. Yes, he remembered them. Once in childhood in the computer base of his father's spaceship, he came across a new fragment of still unfamiliar to him text:

"Information code: 1231256451.
Information type code: 534543254.
Section code: 534535.
Information type: general usage.
Access: public.
Cryptography method: none.
Enciphering: not applied.
Source: information banks of the Central Institute Of Learning.
Title: "Prehistoric inhabitants of the planet Earth, Milky Way Galaxy. Fauna. Dinosaurs."

Everything was clear for him by that time except the last three sentences.

Dinosaurs... Here's one of them before his eyes – behind his back, to be exact. Two hundred kilometers per hour, a wild roar of air in the ears... At least his space suit protects him from such "unsurpassed moving". He was escaping. Tyrannosaur (for some reason he was confident that it was exactly him) could not run with such speed no matter what. They were divided by several millions of years yesterday, and today – only by distance. An extremely short distance.

Forward, forward, forward. He has no time for hesitation. Maximum possible acceleration, one-two minutes before the ending of air travel... A sharp peep of a sensor. Ten seconds before the ending of flight... Nine... eight... seven... Not it's time for landing. Turning off engines. Turned-in feet. Sharp push and collision with the ground.