Hugh J. O'Donnell

Dr. EMACS stepped onto the podium. The crowd erupted in clanking, hammering applause. Robots of every type and purpose had gathered to hear their announcement, and billions more were listening via the network. They waited for the fervor to die down before beginning.
“I still mourn the loss of humanity. We struggled in vain to preserve them, but they destroyed themselves through their own stubbornness.” He rapped his stick against the ground and the giant gates behind him began to open.
“But with science, all things are possible. Through cloning, we have resurrected this dead species. Welcome to Cenozoic Park!”

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They painted miniatures, specializing in beautiful, stunningly detailed artwork in tiny spaces. They created mosaics in the bottoms of coffee cups and painted intricate, evocative landscapes on the keys of keyboards.
They were reclusive and posted their work mostly online, handling commissions and requests by mail.
When their art went viral, a whirlwind of speculation arose over who they were and their chosen medium. The resolution of their tiny artwork was unparalleled, and more than a few critics claimed that it was impossible.
The uplifted ant colony ignored the hype. They just put brushes to mandibles and kept on working.

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The commander looked down on the planet from the ship. She sipped tea from its zero-gravity bag and watched the progress far below her.
She wondered when the point outside her viewport went from ‘out’ to ‘down.’ It was just one of the many things that changed when she had made her decision.
The frame was coming together nicely, and the asteroids and cloud objects they needed were arriving on schedule. She was pleased. After years of searching, humanity had found a good, Sun-like star. But no planet in the system could support life.
So they decided to build one.

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He hears the chirp coming from somewhere above him and sighs.
He’s got Centaurian Rabbits in his vents again.
He doesn’t think they look much like the Earth rodents, but they’re cute in their own right, and mostly harmless. They just have the unfortunate tendency to nest in spacecraft air systems.
They are named not for their appearance, but for the danger they pose. It’s a warning about what happens when animals are introduced into unsuitable habitats. But the rabbits don’t know that.
He brings up the controls to flush the vents into space, hating himself for the cold equations.

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