Ser Tristan NFT Campaign

The rebirth of Ser Tristan

Dr. Lotus was never one to brag. As a matter of fact, he only ever explained what he was doing without realizing that he was a genius. This time, however, even he felt that he had achieved something amazing.

A few years back he started researching bio engineering and cloning and combining it with digitalization to manifest lost creatures in a hologram that could interact with the world. Nobody had believed he could do it, of course, and even he himself doubted that he could.

Then after years of non-stop work, he got his hands on three skeletal bones that were found beneath one of the world’s largest Greenhouses. Someone dug a little too deep and found the full skeleton of a Triceratops, who became lovingly known as “Topsy” by the archaeologist that excavated it. He proceeded to soak the bones for days and then gently placed them in his food processor. Hopefully, his wife would not kill him the next time she went to make her celery juice.

After successfully avoiding getting rekt by his wife, Dr. Lotus sprinkled the bone slurry on the uploader. He checked the machine several times, took several mouthfuls of whiskey and then executed the cloning script. The machine hummed and buzzed and sparks flew everywhere. After a few hours, when the smoke was cleared, Dr. Lotus looked, filled with hope, at the large glass tubular screen that would show Topsy in his full glory, encapsulated as not to destroy his working lab.

But nothing… there was nothing.

Dr. Lotus cursed from the bottom of his toes. Years of time and funds wasted. Angry, he slung his whiskey tumbler into the wall and screamed from the top of his lungs. When his breath abandoned him, he slumped back into his chair and rested his hands on his head.

“Good ser, I see that you are distraught. Might I inquire as to the nature of your sadness?” a calm but authoritative voice said…one that was used to being obeyed.

The air behind Dr. Lotus shimmered, and in front of him stood what could only be described as a Dino gentleman. “Topsy?” he whispered.

The Dino stepped back, with apparent shock in his eyes. “Topsy? Of whom do you speak? My name is Ser Tristan Tricera the 3rd, Protector of the trade routes and Prince of Jura. Not this Topsy you are speaking of.”

He looked around and then looked down at his shimmering body. “Are you a Gatekeeper tech wizard?”. There was a hint of anger simmering beneath the surface and though the Dino did not move, he seemed on the brink of exploding in violence.

“Please, the Gatekeepers technology has nothing on me,” Dr. Lotus said with a smug grin.

He looked up at the time. It was 8.23 AM. He should call the Greenhouse keepers to let them know their previous fossil had been resleeved.