Author: KingdomHeartsNerd PM
Jurassic Park: A dinosaur-style theme park... what could possibly go wrong? Join seventeen year old James Hammond and his twenty-one year sister, Kara, as they embark on the adventure of a life time along side Alan Grant and Ellie Sattler, and try to help their grandfather get his theme park off of the ground. But with real life dinosaurs... things are obviously going to go wrong.Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Family - Chapters: 4 - Words: 22,312 - Reviews: 10 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 3 - Updated: 01-01-13 - Published: 11-14-12 - id: 8702772
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Friday, June 11th, 1993: Isla Nublar
120 miles west of Costa Rica
The Velociraptor Cage squealed loudly as the group made their way towards it. It was a large silver building with metallic electric fencing all the way around it; the side of the Cage were made of thick metal that prevented viewing and large metallic steps stuck out of the edge, allowing people to view it from above.
"Doctor Grant!" called Hammond, trotting quickly after Alan who had demanded to see the Velociraptor Cage. "We laid out lunch for you before you headed out into the park. Our gormet chef-"
"What're they doing?" inquired Alan. A large cow was being lowered over the cage.
"Oh, feeding them." replied Hammond, as if it was obvious; Ellie, who had held up a hand to prevent the sun from going into her eyes, looked at him.
"Alejandro's prepared a delightful menu for us: a chilean sea bass I believe." Hammond's attempt at interrupting wasn't working. "Shall we?"
Walking up the metalic steps which thudded underfoot, Alan totally ignored him. Kara trounced happily along behind as the metallic grating over the Velociraptors opened and the cow was finally lowered into the cage. Everything went silent for less than 1/58th of a second, then the cage rattled and shook, screeching and mooing came from inside, the trees were buffetted aside and the metalic pipes - which had been holding the cow - shook violently; Gennaro looked horrified, Ian looked fascinated, Ellie scrunched her eyes shut.
"They should all be destroyed!"
The voice that had spoken belonged to Robert Muldoon; now dressed in his usual park gear - namely a pair of grey shorts and a grey shirt - he had completely changed appearance from the night of the accident, though he was still grim-faced.
"Ah, ha ha!" laughed Kara, introducing him. "Robert! Robert Muldoon - Gramps' game warden from Kenya! A bit of an alarmist I'm afraid - you'd get along well with him, Ian - but he knows more about Raptors than anyone."
"What kind of metabolism do they have?" inquired Alan, striding over to Muldoon, now leaning against the edge of the largest part of the Velociraptor Cage shelter. "What's their growth rate?"
"They're lethal at eight months," replied Muldoon, his voice serious, as he stared at Alan. "And I do mean lethal. I've hunted most things that can hunt you, but they way these things move!" here Muldoon cocked his head towards the cage.
"Fast for a biped?"
"Cheetah speed." replied Muldoon, now smirking a little at the fear that had crept into the eyes of everyone but the Hammonds. "Fifty, sixty miles an hour if they ever got out in the open. And they're astonishing jumpers."
"Yes, yes, yes." replied Hammond, holding up a hand to silence Muldoon. "That's why we're taking etreme precautions." He turned away and began talking to Ellie.
"Do they show intelligence?" inquired Alan to Muldoon. "What's their brain capacity?"
"They're extremely intelligent. Even problem solving intelligent - especially The Big One; we bred eight originally, but when she came in she took over the pride and killed all but two of the others. That one, when she looks at you, you can see she's working things out; that's why we have to feed them like this. She had them all attacking the fences when the feeders came - even Sorkin's former Troodons weren't that smart."
"But, the fences are electrified, right?" inquired Ellie: while there was fear in her voice, the wonder shone entirely through.
"That's right." commented Muldoon, smirking at her. "But they never attack the same place twice. They were testing the fences for weaknesses systematically. They remember."
The metalic pipes - formerly containing the cow - clunked and began to rise. At the sight of it, Ian rolled his eyes and Hammond asked "Yes, well, who's hungry?"
Hammond, Ellie, Alan, Gennaro, Ian, Kara and James all sat around a long table in the visitor's center restaurant. There was a large buffet table and two waiters to serve them. The room was darkened and Hammond was showing slides of various scenes all around them. Hammond's own recorded voice described current and future features of the park while the slides flashed artists' renderings of all them. The real Hammond turned and spoke over the narration.
"None of these attractions have been finished yet." he began, to the table. "The park will open with the basic tour you're about to take, and then other rides will come on line after six or twelve months. Absolutely spectacular designs. Spared no expense."
More slides clicked past, a series of graphs dealing with profits, attendance and other fiscal projections. Donald Gennaro, who had become increasingly friendly with Hammond, even giddy, grinned from ear to ear, completely missing the open glare that Kara was shooting at him - it was so dangerous a glare that if looks could kill, he'd definitely be dead.
"And we can charge anything we want! " he cried, loudly and arrogantly. "Two thousand a day, ten thousand a day - people will pay it! And then there's the merchandising -"
Hammond interrupted him almost instantly. "Donald, this park was not built to carter only to the super rich. Everyone in the world has got a right to enjoy these animals."
"Sure, they will, they will." laughed Gennaro, arrogantly. "We'll have a - coupon day or something."
As the tape continued - with Hammond's recorded voice saying "- from combined revenue streams for all three parks should reach eight to nine billion dollars a year -" the actual Hammond continued to speak, drowning out the tape version of himself. "That's conservative, of course. There's no reason to speculate wildly."
"I've never been a rich man." stated Gennaro. "I hear it's nice. Is it nice?"
Ian Malcolm, who had been watching the screens with outright contempt, snorted, as if he'd finally had enough.
"The lack of humility before nature that's been displayed here staggers me." he began; everyone turned and looked at him. Kara's glare of death, which had been aimed at Gennaro, now aimed itself at Ian and intensified.
"Thank you, Dr. Malcolm, but I think things are a little different than you and I feared." interrupted Gennaro, brushing him aside.
"Yes, I know." stated Ian, quickly, before Gennaro could continue. They're a lot worse!"
"Now, wait a second, we haven't even see the park yet. Let's just hold out concerns until -"
"Alright Donald, alright," interrupted Hammond, silencing Gennaro again. "but just let him talk. I want to hear all viewpoints. I truly do."
"Don't you see the danger, John, inherent in what you're doing here?" continued Ian, as if his sheer disbelief of Hammond had just danced naked in front of him. "Genetic power is the most awesome force ever seen on this planet. But you wield it like a kid who's found his dad's gun!"
"If I may... It is hardly appropriate to start hurling-"
"Excuse me, excuse me -"
"- generalizations before -"
"- I'll tell you." Finally, the argument began Gennaro and Ian came to a close, with Ian having apparently won. "The problem with the scientific power you've used is it didn't require any discipline to attain it. You read what others had done and you took the next step. You didn't earn the knowledge yourselves, so you don't take the responsibility for it. You stood on the shoulders of geniuses to accomplish something as fast as you could, and before you knew what you had, you patented it, packaged it, slapped in on a plastic lunch box, and now you want to sell it."
"I don't think you're giving us due credit, Doctor Malcolm!" snapped James. "Our scientists - which include me and Kara - have done things no-one's ever done before."
"You're just a kid - what do you know?!" snapped Ian, silencing James; now, he had two death glares aimed at him. "Yeah, yeah, but your scientists were so preoccupied with whether or not they could that they didn't stop to think if they should. Science can create pesticides, but it can't tell us not to use them. Science can make a nuclear reactor, but it can't tell us not to build it!"
"Condors." stated Kara; all eyes now flicked to her. "Condors are on the verge of extinction - - if we were to create - no, no -" Ian had attempted to interrupt, but nothing, absolutely nothing, was going to stop Kara now. "If we'd created a flock of Condors on the island, you wouldn't have anything to say!"
"Hold on - - this isn't some species that was obliterated by deforestation or the building of a dam." interrupted Ian, now becoming very frustrated. "Dinosaurs had their shot. Nature selected them for extinction."
"I don't understand this Luddite attitude, especially from a scientist." interrupted Hammond, staring at Ian. "How could we stand in the light of discovery and not act?"
"Oh, what's so great about discovery?" stated Ian. "It's a violent, penetrative act that scars what it explores. What you call discovery I call the rape of the natural world!"
This time, Kara snorted into her cup, which she'd raised to her lips. The snort echoed for a moment, and Ian glanced to her. Fortunately - or rather, unfortunately - for her, Ellie interrupted "Well, the question is: how can you know anything about an extinct eco system and therefore, how could you assume you can control it? You have plants in this building that are poisonous - you picked them because they look good, but these are aggressive living things that have no idea what century they're in and will defend themselves. Violently, if necessary."
Exasperated, Hammond turned to Alan, who looked shell-shocked. "Dr. Grant, if there's one person who can appreciate what am I trying to do?"
Alan spoke quietly, really thrown by everything he'd seen and heard.
"The world has just changed so radically. We're all running to catch up. I don't want to jump to any conclusions, but look-" he leaned forward, a look of true concern on his face. "Dinosaurs and man - two species separated by 65 million years of evolution - have just been suddenly thrown back into the mix together. How can we possibly have the slightest idea of what to expect?"
"I don't believe it." Hammond gave a laugh of disbelief. "I don't believe it! You're meant to come down here and defend me from these characters," Here he gestured with a finger to Ian and Gennaro. "And the only ones I've got on my side - apart from my grandchildren, of course - is the bloodsucking lawyer!?
"Thank you?" questioned Gennaro.
"Not a compliment," said Kara ending the conversation.
One of the waiters came forward and whispered to Hammond.
"Well," began Hammond, standing up. "They're here."
Hammond led the group into the main entrance that they'd entered through when he'd first brought them to the visitor centre.
"You three are going to have a little company out in the park. Spend a little time with our target audience. Maybe they'll help you get the spirit of this place."
"What does he mean by "target audience'?" Wondered Ian, quietly to Alan and Ellie.
Hammond stepped onto the top step: a bellow of "GRANDPA!" came from the bottom level, and two children standing in the doorway to the center broke into broad smiles. Tim Murphy, the boy, was about nine years old wearing a backpack, with brown hair, a frame still slightly full with baby fat and a chubby face; Alexis, his sister, looked around twelve; she was thin, in a purple top and a pair of blue jeans with a baseball cap on. They raced across the lobby and into Hammond's arms, knocking him over on the steps. The third person, a tall lad with thick rippling muscles that strained his shirt, stubble on his chin, thick thighs, a face lined with a scar above his lip and a backpack in hand, also stood nearby. He smiled up at Kara, who blushed as red as a beetroot.
As his grandchildren bumped into him, Hammond landed on the step and laughed "Oh, whay!"
Lex and Tim were now talking over each other.
"We miss you."
"Thanks for the presents."
"We love the presents!"
"You must be careful with me." scolded Hammond, though he didn't mean a word of it. "Did you like the helicopter?"
"It was great!" whooped Tim in delight. "It drops, we were dropping!"
Hammond laughed and, getting up, pried his two youngest grandchildren off of him and led the entire group - now three people larger - outside.
Two modified Ford Explorers leaped up out of an underground garage beneath the visitor's center. They moved quietly, with a faint electronic hum, and straddled a partially buried metal rail in the middle of the road. They pulled to a stop where the group was gathered. Ellie was off to the side with Alexis, introducing herself warmly; unlike Alan, she adored children.
Hammond, with Alan, Malcolm, Kara, the muscled lad, Gennaro and James, was scolding Ian and Alan. "Have a heart gentlemen. Their parents are getting a divorce and they need the diversion. No need to involve children in nasty squabbles."
"Hey!" cried Gennaro, noticing the inside of the cars. "Where are the drivers?"
"Drivers?" inquired Hammond. "No. No drivers. They're electric cars, they run on this track in the roadway, and totally non-polluting, top of the line! Spared no expense."
"It's interactive CD-ROM!" cried Alexis in delight from inside one of the cars: unlike Tim, who preferred books, Alexis was a computer geek. "Look, see - - you just touch the right part of the screen and it talks about whatever you want."
"Lex darling, you're alright in there!" called Hammond. "Doctor Sattler, come with me. Doctor Grant, come into the second car. James, you hop in with Gennaro."
Ian, much to eagerly, said "I'm going to ride with Dr. Sattler." and passed Alan, who frowned, not liking this one bit. As Hammond, Kara and the muscled lad headed inside, he moved to follow Ian, but Tim cut him off, staring up at him, wide-eyed and fascinated.
"I read your book." squeaked Tim.
"Oh, yeah - - great." breathed Alan; he headed for the rear car, Tim following him.
"You really think dinosaurs turned into birds?" chattered Tim, excitedly. "And that's where they all went?"
Alan opened the door of the rear car and climbed in. Tim followed.
"Well, uh, a few species - - may have evolved, uh - - along those lines - - yeah."
As a mechanical voice intoned from inside: "Two to four passengers to a car, please. Children under ten must be accompanied by an adult." Tim was right behind Alan, so Alan kept moving, across the back seat of the car and out the other door. But Tim followed again, still chattering on. "Because they sure don't look like birds to me. I heard a meteor hit the earth and made like this one hundred mile crater someplace down in Mexico - -"
Alan turned to him, holding out a finger. "Listen, ahh - -"
"Tim." repeated Alan. "Which car were you planning on - -"
"Whichever one you are."
Grant went to the front car again, opened the rear door, and held it for Tim, who climbed in the back seat, rattling on and on. James, smirking openly, locked eyes with Alan, who glared at him. He merely looked smug. Tim was still chattering on and on. "Then I heard about this thing in OMNI! About the meteor making all this heat and it made a bunch of diamond dust! And that changed the weather and they died because of the weather! Then my teacher told me about this other book by a guy named Bakker! And he said the dinosaurs died of a bunch of diseases."
Alan closed the car door on Tim. He turned and headed for the rear vehicle - only to bump right into Lex, who had left the car.
"She said I should ride with you because it would be good for you." said Lex, pointing at Ellie.
Alan looked over at Ellie, annoyed - she was smirking openly at her apparent victory - and sighed "She's a deeply neurotic woman."
"National Weather Service is tracking a tropical storm." Muldoon informed Hammond, Kara and the muscled lad as he clunked open the bit metal door to the main control room of Jurassic Park. "About seventy five miles west of us."
"Ay, yiy, yiy!" sighed Hammond. "Why didn't I build in Orlando?"
"I'll keep an eye on it." Muldoon informed Hammond, leaning down to observe the screen. "Maybe it'll swing south like the last one."
John Raymond Arnold - a thin, chain-smoking black man with glasses who was a chronic worrier and went by 'Ray' to avoid confusion between him and Hammond - watched his computer screen and the weather monitors at the same time, keeping an eye on the weather. Hammond patted him on the shoulders several times.
"Ray," he said. "Start the tour programme."
Ray turned his entire chair around to face another computer. He typed into that computer - which had a blue screen full of programming on it - and then swung his chair back around to his original computer - which now had an image of the island on it. Below the image of the island was a big black button which read "Tour Programme."
"Hold onto your butts." said Ray, not at all confidently, but he still clicked the big black box nonetheless. On the four sides of the screen appeared green boxes, and the words "Tour Initiated" appeared inside them. The two boxes on the top and bottom of the screen were smaller than the side ones.
Alan shooed Lex into the front car - where she settled herself with Tim, James and Gennaro - and with a loud chunk, the Explorers started forward along the electrical pathway. Gennaro, Tim, and James were in the front vehicle; Ian, Ellie and Alan in the rear. Lex and Tim both gave yelps of excitement as the cars started, while Gennaro looked excited.
Two enormous, primitive gates, torches blazing on either side loomed overhead in the tree filled distance. The only thing that distinguished between primative and modern was the thick white track that the cars ran on.
"During most of your tour," blared the speakers inside the cars. "the appropriate information will be automatically selected and displayed for you. And the functioning area of the screen displays the appropriate icon."
"Hey, look!" cried Tim, leaping forward so that he was leaning on the front passenger seat of the car that had James in it.
"Think we're gonna hit that?" Wondered Lex to her brother.
"Welcome to Jurassic Park."
Hammond typed away on the computer - as Kara settled herself on another, and the muscled lad began talking with a fat guy sat a little distance away - and then said "The voice you're now hearing is Richard Kiley! Spared no expense!"
The computer screen in front of him showed the front car, where Lex, Tim, Gennaro and even James all looked excited. Over her grandfather's shoulder, Kara smiled as she looked from her own computer to his, blissfully unaware of the events about to occur.
The fences that Explorers were passing were retaining walls covered with greenery and growth, to heighten the illusion of moving through a jungle.
"The accident took place in a restricted area. It would not have been available to the public access." stated Gennaro - none of the three Hammond grandchildren were listening to him "So how can the safety of the public be called into question?"
The cars came to the top of a low rise, where a break in the foliage gave them a view down a sloping field that was broken by a river. The tour voice continued. "If you look to the right, you will see a herd of the first dinosaurs on our tour, called Dilophosaurus."
In the front car, Tim and Lex practically slammed up against the windows, to get a look.
Gennaro kept talking. "The safety. That's the problem I had to answer."
"Shhh!" hissed Lex.
"I can't see." noted Tim, climbing over his sister.
"Hey!" cried James. "Head! You're on mine! Move!"
"What are we looking for?" wondered Gennaro, who hadn't been listening to the voice.
"Dilophosaurus." replied Tim, not looking back at Gennaro.
Down by the river bank there were a lot of beautiful plants, but no sign of a herd of anything. The tour voice continued anyway, as did the voice "One of the earliest carnivores, we now know Dilophosaurus is actually poisonous, spitting its venom at its prey, causing blindness and eventually paralysis, allowing the carnivore to eat at its leisure. This makes Dilophosaurus a beautiful, but deadly addition to Jurassic Park."
In the front car, Tim sighed. "There's nothing there!"
With the end of a large cigarette holder - rather like the ones Cruella De Vil would use - Ray tapped against the screen, as he watched the information scroll across it and stared at a picture of one of the tour cars. "Vehicle headlights are not responding." said he, looking to Kara. "They seem to be running off the car batteries."
She sighed and reached for a clipboard hanging next to Ray's chair, jotting the information down with a pen that she plucked from behind her ear.
"Item one fifty-one on today's glitch list." she said, scanning the page. "We've got all the problems of a major theme park and a major zoo - which include animal sickness, lack of viable embryos for the Stegosaurus and now the headlights running off the car battery - and the computer's not even on its feet yet."
Hammond shook his head and turned to the technician - the big fat man that the muscled lad was talking to - to his right, who still had his back to them, watching a Costa Rican game show - along with the muscled lad - on one of his monitors and drinking a Jolt cola.
"Dennis, our lives are in your hands and you have butterfingers."
The Technician turned around his chair and extended his arms in a Christ-like pose. Dennis T. Nedry was in his late thirties; he was a big guy with a constant smile that could either be laughing with you or at you, no one could ever tell.
"I am totally not appreciated in my time. You could run the entire park from this room with minimal staff for up to three days. You think that kind of automation is easy?" he took a large swig of his Jolt cola. "Or cheap? You know anybody who can network eight connection machines and debug two million lines of code for what I bid for this job? 'Cause, if you can, I'd love to see 'em try."
"I'm sorry about your financial problems, Dennis, I really am." replied Hammond, staring at him. "But they are your problems."
"Oh, your right, John, you're absolutely right!" Nedry's voice was sarcastic as hell, and Hammond knew it. "You know, everythings my problem."
"I will not get drawn into another financial debate with you, Dennis. I really will not."
"It's hardly a debate at all." muttered Nedry to the muscled lad, who had been watching Hammond closely.
Hammond looked apoplectically furious, as he replied "I don't blame people for their mistakes - but I do ask that they pay for them."
"Thanks, dad." replied Nedry, sarcastically, picking up a chicken wing from his desk.
"Dennis!" came the voice of Kara, as she shoved her chair backwards; it teetered on the edge of the steps leading down to Nedry's computer as she asked "The headlights?"
"Yeah, I'll debug the tour programme when they get back, ok?" questioned Nedry; Kara scoffed, Nedry bristled. "Ok?! It'll eat a lot of compute cycles, we'll lose part of the system for a while. There's a finite amount of memory - you can't use it forever. I've gotta compile for half an hour."
"Quiet!" ordered Muldoon's voice. He was staring at the tour programme; Kara and Nedry continued to argue. "All of you! They're approaching the Tyrannosaur Paddock."
Kara, Nedry and everyone else fell silent: the only noise left in the room was Ray taking a long drawn out puff of his cigarette.
The two Explorers drove along a high ridge and stopped at the edge of the large, open plain that was separated from the road by a fifteen-foot fence, clearly marked with 'DANGER!' signs and ominous-looking electrical posts. Tim, Lex and Gennaro were pressed forward against the windows, eyes wide, waiting for the main attraction; James just stared at them - he already knew what was inside.
In the paddock - which contained one of the massive mountains of Isla Nublar, namely Mount Sibo - there was a low humming sound. Out in the middle of the field, a small cage rose up into view, lifted on hydraulics from underground. The cage bars slid down, leaving the cage's occupant standing alone in the middle of the field. It was a goat, one leg chained to a stake. It looked around, confused, and bleated plaintively.
In the front car, Lex and Tim - both still pressed against the window - looked at the goat with widely different reactions.
"What's going to happen to the goat? He's going to eat the goat?!" cried Lex, horrified, whirling around to James.
Tim was in heaven, breathing "Excellent!"; James, agreeing with him, clapped a hand on his shoulder
"What's the matter, kid, you never had lamb chops?" Gennaro asked Lex.
"I happen to be a vegetarian." stated Lex, in a tone that plainly showed she wasn't pleased.
"She's... not normal, Donald." replied James, gesturing to Lex with his head. "She's the only veggie in a family of meat eaters - I think she got it after spending a summer three years ago with great-aunt Adelaide in Spain."
The tour continued on, no sign of the Tyrannosaurus Rex. Tim sighed, sadly, wanting to see the goat be ripped to shreds. The tour cars trundled along, coming to a large field in a massive ditch which contained a herd of Triceratops.
"Hey! What?" James had leaned forward in his seat, staring at the front car. "What is Doctor Grant doi- He's leaving the car?! Oh, Kara won't be pleased!" he kicked open the doorm threw off his seatbelt - which momentarily hit Gennaro in the face - and ran after Alan.
Crying "Alan? Alan?" Ellie jogged along with him. One by one, the doors clunked open, allowing the others to leave the cars too.
Alamrs blared in the visitor centre; Hammond whirled around from the screen.
"Stop the programme!" he ordered, quickly. "Stop the Programme!"
"I've told you - how many times, Gramps? - we need locking mechanisms on the vehicle doors." Kara, clipboard in hand, came trotting up the stairs: the muscled lad, at the top, stopped too. "Wha-, Oh, Nathan, move!"
As she shoved past him, Nathan caught Nedry's eye and, noticing that Kara, Hammond, Ray and Muldoon were all crowded around the screen, went over to join him.
Nedry's screen had an image on it. Camera 130c, was staring at a metal door with 'EMBRYONIC COLD STORAGE. RESTRICTED!' written on the glass. The image below it showed the East Docks. Nedry looked to Nathan, and Nathan looked to Nedry - they knew what they had to do. Now, the only problem was how to do it?
Nathan couldn't help but smirk at Kara's exclaimation of "I'm going to bloody kill Cricket! Leaving the car while kids are in it!"
Alan, Ellie, Gennaro, Ian, James, Lex and Tim, were out in the open field, heading towards a small stand of trees. Tim dogged Grant's footsteps, so excited he could hardly keep his feet on the ground. As usual, he was chattering on. "So like I was saying, there's this other book by a guy named Bakker! And he said dinosaurs died of a bunch of diseases! He definitely didn't say they turned into birds."
"Alan? Where are we going? You see something?" inquired Ellie.
"Uh - - anybody else think we shouldn't be out here?" wondered Gennaro, aloud; his head was flicking from left to right. He was absolutely terrified, and wanted to be back in the safety of the cars.
"And his book was a lot fatter than yours." finished Tim, not realising that he had, momentarily, offended Alan severly.
"Really?" sneered Alan.
"Yours was fully illustrated, honey." soothed Ellie.
Lex tripped; Alan caught her before she could fall; asking "You ok?" he helped her up. Then, he realised she wouldn't let go of his hand. With Tim crying "Hey, come on! Hey, come on!" to him, and Lex refusing to let go of him, Alan was having a whale of a time.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Alan came to a complete halt. "Everybody stay here."
"Not bloody likely!" muttered James, pushing his way through the grass after Alan; Tim followed after his cousin, dogging his cousin's larger footsteps.
"Timmy, Timmy." called Ellie.
"Come back here, blanket head!" called Lex.
Tim and James emerged from the otherside of the grass, and James couldn't help but smile: a Triceratops, a big one, lying on its side, was blocking the light at the end of the path. It had an enormous curved shell that flanked its head, two big horns over its eyes, and a third on the end of its nose. It didn't move, just breathed, loud and raspy, blowing up a little clouds of dust with every exhalation.
"Hi everybody, don't be scared. Muldoon tranquilized her for me. She's sick." came a voice: it was Doctor Gerry Harding. Some distance away, his daughter, Jess, aged thirteen, sat in a jeep, staring down with a pair of binoculars.
Alan stood next to Harding, almost in a daze.
"Beautiful." he breathed. "Is it okay? Can I touch it?"
Alan walked next to the animal and started stroking its head; Ellie, having now emerged from the grass herself, gasped in both abject delight and shock as she too moved forward to the animal. Crouching down in front of the Triceratops, she breathed "Oh my god!" in delight and began stroking the horn.
"Oh Ellie." breathed Alan, happily. "This was one of my favorite dinosaurs when I was a kid and now she's the most beautiful thing I ever saw."
Ellie, laughed, then furrowed her bow, noticing something, all professional curiosity now. The animal's tongue, dark purple, drooped limply from its mouth.
"Yeah, baby girl, it's okay." breathed Ellie, as Alan had fun watching the Triceratops breath. Ellie scratched the tongue with her fingernail. A clear liquid leaked from the broken blisters.
As James reached her side, crouching beside her, he asked "Anything interesting - apart from the massive Triceratops, I mean?"
"Micro vesicles." stated Ellie, as Harding joined her and handed his penlight to her as he crouched down. "That's interesting. Thanks, what are her symptoms?"
She heard James whisper "Shh, Bakhita, shh," as he stroked the animal's horn
"Imbalance, disorientation, labored breathing." replied Harding to Ellie's question. "Seems to happen about every six weeks or so."
"Six weeks?" she took the penlight from the veterinarian and shined it in the animal's eyes.
Lex stared, both horrified and elated, as Alan leaned against the Triceratops; then, suddenly, he rose, though not by his own choice: the Triceratops's breathing meant that he was pushed up, and then flopped back down against the animal as she took and released breaths.
"These are dilated." stated Ellie, to Harding, gesturing to the Triceratops's eyes. "Take a look."
"They are?" he looked: Ellie was right. "I'll be damned."
"That's pharmacological. From local plant life." she turned and studied the surrounding landscape. Her mind was really at work, puzzling over each piece of foliage. Striding over to a plant, she asked "Is this West Indian lilac?"
"Yes. We know they're toxic, but the animals don't eat them."
"Are you sure?" wondered Ellie.
"Pretty sure." came Harding's voice in reply: after five years at Jurassic Park, he was able to be confident.
"There's only one way to be sure." stated Ellie "I have to see the dinosaur's droppings."
"Dino droppings? Droppings?" questioned Ian in disbelief.
Ellie walked away: Ian looked on.
"Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, got that."
Back in the visitor centre, Muldoon was on the phone; placing it to his chest, so that the person on the other end could not hear his words, he said "That storm centre hasn't dissipated or changed course. We're going to have to cut the tour short, I'm afraid. Pick it up tomorrow where we left off."
"Are you sure we have to?" inquired Hammond.
"It's not worth taking the chance, John." interrupted Ray, before Hammond could protest any further.
"Tell them to get back into the cars." eplied Hammond.
Muldoon spoke over him, to Kara: "Sustained winds, 45 knots."
"Ladies and gentlemen," came Ray's voice over the intercom as he leaned down to a speaker on the desk. "last shuttle leaving for the dock leaves in approximately five minutes. Drop what you're doing and leave now."
"DAMN!" exploded Hammond, slamming his stick onto the floor in an apoplectic fit of rage.
As the weather grew darker, Ellie, Alan, Harding, Malcolm and the three Hammond grandchildren were grouped around an enormous spoor of triceratops excreta that stood at least waist high and was covered with covered with flies.
"That is one big pile of shit!" Ian breathed, removing his black glasses and staring at the massive pile.
"You're right." negan Ellie, to Harding as she pulled her hand out of the pile with a loud squelch. "There's no trace of micro vescicles, just pollen berries. That's so weird, though. She shows all the classic signs of Meliatoxicity," thinking aloud, Ellie got up. "Every six weeks." she turned and walked out into the open field a few paces, thinking. Malcolm watched her, and looked back at the dung.
"She's, uh - - tenacious!"
"You have no idea." chuckled Alan.
"You will remember to wash your hands before you eat anything?" called Ian after Ellie; Alan followed her, then lifted his foot up in disgust as he had stepped in some of the Triceratops poo.
Nedry typed fast - faster than he'd ever typed before, knowing that more than just his job was at stake if he failed - on the keyboard of his computer. A few moments later, a red box, in the bottom left hand corner, flashed up, saying 'EXECUTE.'
Thunder rumbled as the storm overhead was about to bust loose; Gennaro jumped and, scared of more than one thing now, put his foot down. "Doctors, if you please - - I have to insist that we get moving."
"Oh, you know, if it's alright, I'd like to stay with Dr. Harding and finish with the trike. Is that okay?" Ellie added the last part of her question to Harding.
"Sure." he replied, as if her question was something people asked every single day. "I've got a gas powered jeep. I can drop her at the visitor's center before I make the boat with the others: Jess is with me, so I'll have to drop her off."
"Great, then I'll catch up with you, if you want to go on."
"Are you sure?" asked Grant.
"I'll just finish. Yeah, I want to finish."
There was a lightning flash, with a tooth-rattling thunderclap right on its heels.
"Now." stated Gennaro.
Alan turned and followed the others, Lex right in his tracks.
Ellie and Harding went back to the triceratops, which was starting to come back to life. As Grant reached the Explorer, he turned back for one last look at Ellie. He raised his hand to wave, but she is turned the other way.
Feeling silly, he dropped his hand and went back into the woods. Just as he did, Ellie turned and waved to him, but with his back turned, he missed it too. In this way, they said goodbye.
"No, no, listen to me!" hissed Nedry; the muscled lad stared anxiously over his shoulder, keeping one eye on Kara the whole time - thankfully, she was busy reading over some official documents with her feet on the desk. "You gotta give us the time! We did a test run on this, it took us 20 minutes, I thinkwe could have pushed eighteen, but you gotta give us the fifteen minutes. Give us the fifteen minutes."
"No promises." came the reply from the man on the screen; he was dressed in a yellow raincoat and was stood by one of the massive cargo ships.
"So much for our tour," began Hammond, totally missing that Nedry had now glanced over at him. "two no shows... and one sick Triceratops."
For the first time that day, Ray actually took his cigarette out of his mouth and looked at him, as he said "It could have been worse, John. A lot worse."
As he put his cigarette into his mouth, Nedry called "Anybody want a soda or something? Nathan and I are going up to the machine and I thought maybe we'd get somebody something? I haven't had sweets and I want something salted." he gulped, and paused for a brief moment. "Oh, I, uh, finished debugging the phones - I was, uh, I was going to do it, so I did, and I thought I should tell you that the system is going to be compiling for fifteen to twenty minutes, so some of the minor systems, they might go on and off, for a while: it's nothing to worry about, it's just a side effect."
Looking both anxious, yet determined, he leaned down and moved the mouse over the 'EXECUTE' button. He pressed it. A stopwatch flashed onto the screen and he pressed the mouse again - this time with his pinky finger. Then, he and Nathan, silently praying that they would not get caught, disappeared out of the room. Kara's eyes followed them for a moment, before she rolled her eyes and went back to her document which had the heading of 'TYLOSAUR - MOSASAUR: BY DOCTOR LAURA SORKIN' on it.
Nedry and Nathan waited outside outside the silver door marked 'EMBRYONIC COLD STORAGE. RESTRICTED!'staring at the digital stopwatch in Nedry's hand.
"Two - - one - -" Nedry spoke along with the ticks of the stopwatch.
On cue, the security lock panel went dark and the door clunked ajar.
While Nathan waited outside, anxiously looking around for anyone that could catch them, Nedry hurried in and flipped open the hatch on the bottom of the
shaving cream can, revealing slotted compartments inside. He went to the rack of dozens of thin glass slides. A sign read 'VIABLE EMBRYOS - - HANDLE WITH EXTREME CARE!'
He took the slides out of the rack, one by one. They were labeled: 'STEGOSAURUS', 'BRACHIOSAURUS', 'TYRANNOSAURUS REX' and so on for all the different embryos. Chuckling to himself, he put them into the can, and then slid the other twelve in too. Making sure that he had hidden all evidence of him ever being there, he left the room, slamming the lid on the can and sliding the door shut behind him.
A few moments later, Ray's computer beeped: he put away his cigarette lighter as glowing red and blue lines began blinking off, in succession, on his screen.
"What?" Kara inquired, leaning over his shoulder.
"Door security systems are shutting down."
"Well, Nedry did say a few of the systems would go offline, didn't he?" asked Hammond.
Then, Ray's computer flashed again. The yellow line imagery of the fences began to flash twice, before going red.
"What the hell, what the hell?" wondered Ray aloud to himself as he leaned down to the computer in front of him.
"What now?" inquired Hammond.
"Fences are failing all over the park." replied Ray, his eyes not leaving the computer screen: Kara stared, in disbelief, up at the massive image - which was also on Ray's computer - that was projected on the wall.
"Find Nedry! Check the vending machines."
"Oh, Nathan, what have you done?" breathed Kara, swiping aside a document on 'TRICERATOPS AND TOROSAURUS - RELATED?: BY DOCTOR LAURA SORKIN' and settling into her chair. Cracking her knuckles, she took the mouse in her right hand, and moved it, ready to click.
Nedry slammed his foot on the break of the car: thrusting open the door, he sprinted from the car to the massive gate which the tour cars had passed through on the beginning of their tour. Throwing open a large rock coloured box on the side of the gate, he pulled a switch that read 'MANUAL OVERRIDE.' and then ran back to the car.
Nathan shoved open the door for him and asked "Are we ready?" in a rather greedy manner, to which Nedry nodded in reply, slamming his foot on the accelerator.
Ray shoved aside the stuff on Nedry's desk, crying "Look at his workstation! He's a complete slob."
As Muldoon returned from the vending machines - alone, as Kara now suspected that Nedry and Nathan were gone - a very bad thought hit her, and she started out of her chair, reaching Ray's side in second, gripping the table as she asked "The raptor fences aren't out, are they?"
Ray typed - faster than he had ever typed before - his cigarette still hanging from his mouth: information flashed across the screen, and, slightly relieved, he said "No, they're still on."
"Why the hell would he turn the other ones off?" wondered Hammond to Muldoon.
A large metal gate - which read 'HIGH VOLTAGE' - swung open as Nathan shouldered it open before shouldering the second open too. Nedry brought the car along, and he clambered in, neither of them closing the voltage gate behind them, as the car splashed and sloshed through mud and water that had settled on the road.
Suddenly, as if out of nowhere, a sign reading 'EAST DOCKS' appeared; Nedry slammed his foot on the brake, but it was to little to late, for the car was going much too fast. It slid, Nedry loosing control of the wheels, right into the sign. Nedry whirled it around to the right, and took off to the left in the car, all to aware of the embryos in the can in his pocket.
"Access main security." Ray, now speaking as he typed along, was being denied entrance into the main security programmes. "Access main security." once again, he was denied. "Access main programming."
"ACCESS: PERMISSION DENIED... and... YOU DIDN'T SAY THE MAGIC WORD!" flashed onto the screen. Then, it kept going, futher and further, down millions of pages of blue background.
Ray's computer flashed: a cartoon Nedry appeared on the screen, waving its little finger disapprovingly, while chanting "Ah, ah, ah, you didn't say the magic word!"
Livid, Ray cried "Please, god damn it! I hate this hacker crap!" and thumped the top of the computer furiously.
"Call Nedry's people in Cambridge - and find out the name of the dean of Nathan's University!" Hammond slid the phone across the desk to him, ordering the last part of the order at his granddaughter.
Ray picked up the phone, and began to call. A few moments later, he put the phone down. Looking up to Hammond, he said "Phones are out too."
Leaning on his stick, for the first time looking like the old man he actually was, Hammond asked "Where did the vehicles stop?"
Kara's fingers moved fast - very fast; so fast that the skin on the ends of her fingers was almost worn away - and her worst fear was realised. The words 'TYRANNOSAURUS PADDOCK' flashed across the screen.
"Shit." she breathed. "The Tyrannosaur Paddock! Matilda will kill them all! She hasn't been fed for three days!"
The goat bleated, still tied to the post, as Tim, Lex, Gennaro and James all stared from the front car. A tropical storm had broken out, the rain falling in drenching sheets on the roofs and hoods of the Explorers, which had now stopped, right in front of the Tyrannosaur Paddock; James peared at Tim's watch which read 14:23 and sighed, bored, tapping his foot.
"Our radio's out too." Gennaro informed Alan, who had asked if it was working. Slamming the door, Alan sprinted back to the rear car.
"Boo!" Tim leaped the position between the seat of Gennaro and James, spooking Lex, who hadn't seen him or been paying attention to him in the slightest.
"Hey, where did you find those things?" questioned Gennaro, staring at the goggles that Tim was now wearing.
"In a box under my seat." replied Tim, holding them up and looking at them, not entirely sure as to what they were.
"Are they heavy?" inquired Gennaro, kindly.
"Yeah." replied Tim.
"Then they're expensive." laughed James.
"Put them back." ordered Gennaro. Then, he leaned back and closed his eyes.
Tim ignored him and put on the goggles, then clambered over James, over the backseat and to the boot rest of the car; Lex smacked him on the head with her hat, saying "Don't scare me!". Tim ignored her, then stared out the back window of the Explorer, to the other Explorer with Grant and Malcolm in it, which was behind them. The image was bright fluorescent green.
"Oh, cool!" cried Tim. "Night vision!"
As Tim watched, the door of the rear Explorer opened, and a hand reached out, holding an empty canteen out to catch some rain water. Swinging his legs, he continued to stare out of the back window with the goggles. A moment later, he stopped, feeling something. He pulled off the goggles and turned back, moving into the back seat with Lex, who was tapping her hat; he reached forward to still her hand.
Three thudding booms echoed.
"Can you feel that?" inquired Tim, now slightly scared.
Lex didn't answer, but James did; pale as a sheet - and with good reason - he turned to Tim and, in a quiet voice, said, "I did."
Tim leaned over to the front passenger seat and looked at the two glasses of water that sat in the recessed holes on the dashboard; James's eyes followed Tim's leaving both of them staring at the glasses. As they watched, the water in the glasses vibrated, making concentric circles; then they stopped vibrating... then vibrated again. Rhythmically. Like footsteps.
Gennaro's eyes blinked open, and, staring, scared witless, into the mirror in the front of the window, he asked "M-Maybe it's the power trying to come back on?"
Tim jumped into the back seat and put the goggles on again.
"What is that?" wondered Lex; she too, had now felt the rhythmic thudding.
Tim turned, clambered onto the boot lid, and looked out the side window. He could see the area where the goat was tethered. The chain was still there, but the goat was gone.
"Where's the goat?" Lex cried, noticing the goat was missing.
Almost as if nature was laughing at them, gloating in it's victory in proving Ian Malcolm right, the leg of the goat crashed onto the roof. Tim's mouth fell open, but no sound came out. He, Lex and James stared upwards: an animal claw, a huge one with three massive fingers, gripped the cables of the 'electrified' fence. He whipped the goggles off and pressed forward, against the window.
He stared up, up, then craned his head back further, to look out the sunroof. He could see the Tyrannosaurus Rex. It stood twenty-five feet high, forty feet long from nose to tail, with an enormous, boxlike head that must have been five feet long by itself. The remains of the goat hung out of the creature's mouth. It tilted its head back and swallowed most of the animal in one big gulp.
"Oh, Jesus! Oh, Jesus!" cried Gennaro, his hand clawing for the door handle, he shouldered it open, and took off, out of the car. He ran, as fast as he could, right past the second car, towards a cement block outhouse twenty or thirty yards away. He reached it, ducked inside, and pulled the door after him, but there was no latch, just a round hole in the unfinished door. Gennaro backed into a stall, frantic. The whole bathroom began to shake.
"He left us!" Lex began to freak out, screaming loudly, panicking madly, her eyes wide, her face pale. "He left us!"
Before James could comfort his panicking cousin, the 'DANGER!' sign smacked down on the hood of the first Explorer, causing him to jump out of his skin in shock. The entire fence came down, the posts collapsing, the cables snapping and swinging in the wind as The Tyrannosaurus Rex chewed its way through the barrier. They watched in horror as the Tyrannosaurus Rex stepped over the ruined barrier and into the middle of the park road. It stood there - just for a moment, as if adjusting to it's new surroundings, as if planning it's next move - swinging its head from one vehicle to the other.
Horrified, Lex breathed "Doctor Grant!"
The Tyrannosaurus Rex strode around to the side of the car and peered down, from high above; then, seeing only cloth below, as James held Tim and Lex in place. Thinking the car was empty, it strode away, staring in through the window of the second car behind. Lex broke free of James's grip and rummaged around in the back cargo area, looking for something, anything, that could get them out safely, she didn't care what. She found a flashlight and pushed the button; the front car lit up from within as Lex switched it on.
The dinosaur raised its head. It turned, slowly, from the second car to the first car, drawn by the light. Making a decision, it strode over to the first vehicle. Fast.
"Turn the light off!" cried Tim. James leaped over the backseat, clambered over Tim, and reached Lex, grabbing the torch. Tim leaped into the front seat; reaching the driver's door, with a thump, he slammed it shut. The head of The Tyrannosaurus Rex snapped in the direction of the door.
Lex stared out of the window; James, fumbling with the torch, hadn't seen where the Tyrannosaurus Rex was. At the small growl and horrified squeak from Lex, he looked up, his eyes going as wide as saucers.
"Fuck!" he squeaked.
The Tyrannosaurus Rex roared loudly, causing Tim and Lex to leap backwards to the otherside of the car in fear. It circled, slowly, bending over to look in at them through the window; it's massive yellow eye was only inches smaller than the entire window. Then, it pulled away slightly, before reaching down and bumping the car with its snout, rocking it.
Lex screamed, loudly - louder than she had ever screamed before in her life; it was so loud that it caused James to wince and drop the flashlight. Tim took his chance - wrestling with his sister over the flashlight, he just missed James, who, having seen the Tyrannosaurus Rex's head rising, had scrambled aside.
Finally, as they turned off the flashlight, the kids looked up, through the sunroof, as the Tyrannosaurus Rex's head went higher, and higher, and higher, and then the Tyrannosaurus Rex looked straight down at them through the sunroof, opened its mouth wide and - -
- - roared; it was a bone crunching, ear splintering, spine tingling roar.
The windows rattled, Lex screamed, and the Tyrannosaurus Rex struck.
The creature's head hit the plastic sunroof, knocking the whole frame right out of the roof of the car and down into the vehicle. With a crunch, the plexiglass came free from the window, smashing downwards towards Tim and Lex, who felt James pull them close.
To Be Continued.