It used to be the World Trade center, before it became a political message of hate.
There is now an opaque circular building that literally reaches into the clouds where it once stood.
The city used to be called New York, before they came.
Now, we call it Dino-1.
We call them Saurians - we had no notion of their true name, nor anything else about them when they first came. The first wave captured our world, 10 short months ago. Small creatures, 2' high at best, armed with strange weapons and forcefields. Hundreds, thoustands of them, swarming into every city. Within days, it was over. The larger ones - the dinosaurs of our stories - that came down from the heavens in living spaceships, were almost a relief, a boost to our broken egos at having lost a war against such a small foe.
The Home, as they called it, was built in a hour. They did know what what the WTC had meant, hadn't cared that the Statue of Liberty was famous: they came to conquer, not to care. Why here? Why now? We may never know. Helpless before their technology and resources, the last scientists developed an AI, Magi, and fed it all the secret and terrible things governments had kept hidden, for greed and the common good.
Before they died and it was put off-line, Magi sent out a virus, a virus that struck random people and changed them, into something far more than human. Heroes, perhaps. The last hope of mankind, marked by the last of the Wise, and hunted by the dinosaurs who will not let anything interfere with their plans.
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