The Blue Dinosaur

Major Disasters are the last great market place. Money doesn’t make the world go around; it’s the chaos. It must thrive. The need for peace and Viagra is simple at best. The Blue Dinosaur wants your disaster. It wasn’t yours to begin with. Any sentient species would ask the Blue Dinosaur about it’s own myth but The Blue Dinosaur doesn’t answer questions. It poses them. When a soft machine sees his eyes on the horizon, all they can ask is “Why?”