The line jerks a few times, then stops. The raptors seem to be a bit resistant to integration into a park setting. They turn and look at the man who spoke. He joins them and takes his hat off. When Muldoon talks, you listen. Robert Muldoon, my game warden from Kenya. Bit of an alarmist, I'm afraid, But he's dealt with the raptors more than anyone.
Tell me, what kind of metabolism do they have? What's their growth rate? And I do lethal. I've hunted most things that can hunt you, but the way these things move - -.
Fifty, sixty miles per hour if they ever got out in the open. And they're astonishing jumpers. They viewing area below us will have eight-inch tempered glass set in reinforced steel frames to - -.
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 thinking or working things out. She's the reason we have to feed 'em like this. She had them all attacking the fences when the feeders came. But they never attack the same place twice.
They were testing the fences for weaknesses. They remembered. The guest turn and stare as the end portion of the cable becomes visible. The steer has been dragged completely away, leaving only the tattered, bloody harness.
The room is darkened and Hammond is showing slides of various scenes all around them. Hammond's own recorded voice describes current and future features of the park while the slides flash artists' renderings of all them. 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. More slides CLICK past, a series of graphs dealing with profits, attendance and other fiscal projections. Donald Gennaro, who has become increasingly friendly with Hammond, even giddy, grins from ear to ear. Two thousand a day, ten thousand a day - - people will pay it! And then there's the merchandising - -. Everyone in the world's got a right to enjoy these animals. Grant looks down, at the plate he's eating from.
It's in the shape of the island itself. He looks at his drinking cup. It's got a T-rex on it, and a splashy Jurassic Park logo. There are a stack of folded amusement park-style maps on the table in front of Grant. He picks one up. Boldly, across the top it says, "Fly United to Jurassic Park! HAMMOND on tape - - from combined revenue streams for all three parks should reach eight to nine billion dollars a year - -. There's no reason to speculate wildly. Malcolm, but I think things are a little different than you and I feared.
Let's just hold out concerns until - - or alt. The theories that all simple systems have complex behavior, that animals in a zoo environment will eventually begin to behave in an unpredictable fashion have nothing to do with that evaluation.
This is not some existential furlough, this is an on-site inspection. You are a doctor. Do your job. You are invalidating your own assessment. I'm sorry, John - -. I want to hear all viewpoints. I truly do. 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. It is hardly appropriate to start hurling Excuse me, excuse me - - generalizations before - - I'll tell you. 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, packages it, slapped in on a plastic lunch box, and now you want to sell it. Our scientists have done things no one could ever do before.
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! Why not give an extinct species a second chance?! I mean, Condors. Condors are on the verge of extinction - - if I'd created a flock of them on the island, you wouldn't be saying any of this!
Dinosaurs had their shot. Nature selected them for extinction. How could we stand in the light of discovery and not act? It's a violent, penetrative act that scars what it explores. What you call discovery I call the rape of the natural world!
I am sorry - - Dr. ELLIE The question is - - how much can you know about an extinct ecosystem, and therefore, how could you assume you can control it? You have plants right here in this building, for example, that are poisonous.
You picked them because they look pretty, but these are aggressive living things that have no idea what century they're living in and will defend themselves. Violently, if necessary. Grant, if there's one person who can appreciate all of this - - or What am I trying to do? We're all running to catch up. I don't want to jump to any conclusions, but look - -. GRANT cont'd 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 have the faintest idea of what to expect? I expected you to come down here and defend me from these characters and the only one I've got on my side it the bloodsucking lawyer!? They head down the stairs, and pass the skeletons of the dinosaurs again.
Spend a little time with our target audience. Maybe they'll help you get the spirit of this place. Two kids standing in the doorway to the center break into a broad smiles. Two modified Ford Explorers leap up out of an underground garage beneath the visitor's center. They move quietly, with a faint electronic HUM, and straddle a partially buried metal rail is the middle of the road. They pull to a stop where the group is gathered. Their parents are getting a divorce and they need the diversion.
No brakes. They're electric cars, guided by this track in the roadway, and totally non-polluting, top of the line! Look, see - - you just touch the right part of the screen and it talks about whatever you want. Have fun. I'll be watching you from the control or back in control.
You'll ride in the second car, I can promise you you'll have a real wonderful time. He turns and walks over to Ellie. Grant frowns, not liking this one bit. He moves to follow, but TIM cuts him off, and stares up at him, wide-eyed. TIM You really think dinosaurs turned into birds? And that's where all the dinosaurs went? Children under ten must be accompanied by an adult. Tim is right behind Grant, so Grant keeps moving, across the back seat of the car and out the other door.
But Tim follows. TIM 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 - -. Grant goes to the front car again, opens the rear door, and holds it for Tim, who climbs in the back seat, rattling on and on.
About the meteor making all this heat that 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.
The Jurassic Park control room looks like a mission control for a space launch, with several computer terminals and dozens of video screens that display images of various dinosaurs, taken from all over the park. There's a large glass map of the island at the front of the room that is lit up like a Christmas tree with various colored lights, each one with a number and identification code next to it.
But the place is unfinished, with unattached cables, construction materials, and ladders scattered about. Welcome to Jurassic Park. You are now entering the lost world of the prehistoric past, a world - -. VOICE cont'd creatures long gone from the face of the earth, which you are privileged to see for the first time. It would not have been available to the public access. So how can the safety of the public be called into question? The cars come to the top of a low rise, where a break in the foliage gives them a view down a sloping field that is broken by a river.
The tour voice continues. To the right, you will see a herd of the first dinosaurs on our tour, called Dilophosaurus. The tour voice continues anyway. 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. Those shouldn't be running off the car batteries. We've got all the problems of a major theme park and a major zoo, and the computer's not even on its feet yet. The Technician turns around his chair and extends his arms in a Christ-like pose. As we get a good look at him, we get the sinking feeling that we've seen him somewhere before. And we have. We can run the whole park from this room, with minimal staff, for up to three days.
You think that kind of automation is easy? Or cheap? You know anybody who can network eight Connection Machines and de-bug two million lines of code for what I bid this job? Because I'd sure as hell like to see them try.
I really will not. It'll eat a lot of computer cycles; parts of the system may go down for a while - - Don't blame me.
If I am playing The two Explorers drive along a high ridge and stop at the edge of the large, open plain that is separated from the road by a fifteen-foot fence, clearly marked with "DANGER!
The mighty tyrannosaurus arose late in the dinosaur history. Dinosaurs ruled the earth for hundred and fifty million years, but it wasn't until the last- -. Ellie flips a switch and they wait in silence - - except for Malcolm, who looks at the ceiling, thinking aloud. God destroys dinosaurs.
God creates man. Man destroys God. Man creates dinosaurs. Out in the middle of the field, a small cage rises up into view, lifted on hydraulics from underground. You can't just suppress sixty-five million years of gut instinct. The goat waits. And waits. From the Explorers, six faces watch it expectantly.
The goat tugs on its chain. It walks back and forth, nervous. Malcolm picks up the microphone. He longingly looks out of the opposite window, while Malcolm rattles on to Ellie. The tyrannosaur doesn't obey set patterns or park schedules. It's the essence of Chaos. It's only principle is the Butterfly Effect. A butterfly can flap its wings in Peking and in Central Park you get rain instead of sunshine.
Looking out of the opposite window, Grant sees movement at the far end of a field. He sits bolt upright, trying to get a better look. Now watch the way the drop of water falls on your hand. Freeze your hand. Now I'm going to do the same thing from the exact same place.
Which way is the drop going to roll off? Over which finger? Or down your thumb? Or to the other side? He jerks on the door handle and opens his door a few inches. He looks outside towards freedom, then looks around to is anybody's watching him. You meet someone by chance you'll never meet again, and the course of your whole future changes.
It's dynamic - - its exciting - - I think. Here I am now, by myself, talking to myself - - that's Chaos Theory! What the hell am I doing here? I'm the only one who knows what's going on, etc, etc How many times did I tell you we needed locking mechanisms on the vehicle doors! For the first time, we notice the sky is darken rather early in the day. Tim dogs Grant's footsteps, so excited he can hardly keep his feet on the ground. And he said dinosaurs died of a bunch of diseases?
He definitely didn't say they turned into birds. Lex stumbles and Grant takes her hand, to stop her from falling. She looks up at him and smiles. Grant smiles back and tries to recover his hand, but Lex holds tight. He's massively uncomfortable. Ellie notices. Suddenly they all stop in their tracks. A huge smile spreads across the faces of both Tim and Grant. Grant walks forward. Tim follows. Hi everybody, Don't be scared. A Triceratops , a big one, lying on its side, blocking the light at the end of the path.
It has an enormous curved shell that flanks its head, two big horns over its eyes, and a third on the end of its nose. It doesn't move, just breathes, loud and raspy, blowing up a little clouds of dust with every exhalation.
He furrows his bow, noticing something, all professional curiosity now. The animal's tongue, dark purple, droops limply from its mouth. Grant, fascinated, wanders all the way around to the back of the animal.
Harding joins Ellie and hands her his penlight. Seems to happen about every six weeks or so. She turns and studies the surrounding landscape. Her mind's really at work, puzzling over each piece of foliage. I need to see some droppings. Arnold is looking at one that gives them a view from the beach, looking out at the ocean.
The clouds beyond are almost black with a tropical storm. We're going to have to cut the tour short, I'm afraid. Pick it up again tomorrow where we left off. ARNOLD making an announcement to the others Ladies and gentlemen, last shuttle to the dock leaves in approximately five minutes.
Drop what you are doing and leave now. NEDRY stares at his video monitor, watching the boat. He's on the phone with the MATE, whose images he can see on the monitor. The seas around the dock are much rougher now. MATE We're not well-berthed here without a storm barrier! We may have to leave as soon as the last of the works are aboard. You stick to the plan. You wait till they're back from the tour. Ellie has plastic gloves on the reach up to her elbows, and is just withdrawing her hand from the middle of the dung.
There's no trace of lilac berries. That's so weird, though. She shows all the classic signs of Meliatoxicity, thinking aloud Every six weeks - -. She turns and walks out into the open field a few paces, thinking. Malcolm watches her, and looks back at the dung. On his screen, a cartoon hand winds up a cartoon clock, moving its second hand up to the twelve. The clock rotates around to face us.
It has a large green dollar sign in the middle. A big word appears on screen, an option surrounded by forbidding red box. The skies are really foreboding now, and there's a sense of growing urgency. ELLIE is by the animal, a short distance away from the group. GRANT is near her, thinking. ELLIE - - like birds. What happen is, they swallow the stones and hold them in a muscular sack in their stomachs - -.
ELLIE - - which is called a gizzard, and it helps them mash their food, but what happens after a while - -. GRANT - - what happens is that after a while, the stones get smooth, every six weeks, so the animal regurgitates them - -. That's what makes her sick. She looks at Grant pointedly. Tim looks up at Grant too, smiling from ear to ear. Harding and finish with the trike. Is that okay?
I've got a gas powered jeep. I can drop her at the visitor's center before I make the boat with the others. Grant turns and follows the others, Lex right in his tracks. Ellie and Harding go back to the triceratops, which is starting to come back to life.
As Grant reaches the Explorer, he turns back for one last look at Ellie. He raises his hand to wave, but she is turned the other way. Feeling silly, he drops his hand and goes into the woods. Just as he does, Ellie turns and waves to him, but with his back turned, he misses it too. I'm turning the cars around in the rest area loop. Get my grandchildren on the radio will you? I don't want them to worry about a wee bit of rain. The supply boat is still docked on the island shore, but is now being buffeted by heavy waves.
Nedry whispers sharply into the phone, arguing with the MATE of the ship again, who he can see on the video monitor. You've got to give me this time. I did a test run on this thing and it took me twenty minutes. I thought I could do it in fifteen - - you've got to give me fifteen minutes. This time the resolution was perfect, and Alan Grant had a glimpse of the skeleton, beautifully defined, the long neck arched back. It was unquestionably an infant velociraptor, and it looked in perfect- The screen went blank.
They had set the computer up on a beer carton on top of Hill Four, not far from the device they called Thumper. Grant sat down on the side of the hill and looked at his watch.
He said to Ellie, "We're going to have to do this the old-fashioned way. And I want the fossil protected before I go. Visitors imagined the landscape of the badlands to be unchanging, but in fact it was continuously eroding, literally right before your eyes; all day long you could hear the clatter of pebbles rolling down the crumbling hillside. And there was always the risk of a rainstorm; even a brief shower would wash away a delicate fossil. Thus Grant's partially exposed skeleton was at risk, and it had to be protected until he returned.
Fossil protection ordinarily consisted of a tarp over the site, and a trench around the perimeter to control water runoff. The question was how large a trench the velociraptor fossil required. To decide that, they were using computer-assisted sonic tomography, or CAST. This was a new procedure, in which Thumper fired a soft lead slug into the ground, setting up shock waves that were read by the computer and assembled into a kind of X-ray image of the hillside.
They had been using it all summer with varying results. Thumper was twenty feet away now, a big silver box on wheels, with an umbrella on top. It looked like an ice-cream vendor's pushcart, parked incongruously on the badlands. Thumper had two youthful attendants loading the next soft lead pellet. So far, the CAST program merely located the extent of finds, helping Grant's team to dig more efficiently.
But the kids claimed that within a few years it would be possible to generate an image so detailed that excavation would he redundant. You could get a perfect image of the bones, in three dimensions, and it promised a whole new era of archaeology without excavation. But none of that had happened yet. And the equipment that worked flawlessly in the university laboratory proved pitifully delicate and fickle in the field.
It's not bad. He saw the complete skeleton, traced in bright yellow. It was indeed a young specimen. The outstanding characteristic of Velociraptor-the single-toed claw, which in a full-grown animal was a curved, six-inch-long weapon capable of ripping open its prey-was in this infant no larger than the thorn on a rosebush.
It was hardly visible at all on the screen. And Velociraptor was a lightly built dinosaur in any case, an animal as fine-boned as a bird, and presumably as intelligent. Here the skeleton appeared in perfect order, except that the head and neck were bent back, toward the posterior. Such neck flexion was so common in fossils that some scientists had formulated a theory to explain it, suggesting that the dinosaurs had become extinct because they had been poisoned by the evolving alkaloids in plants.
The twisted neck was thought to signify the death agony of the dinosaurs. Grant had finally put that one to rest, by demonstrating that many species of birds and reptiles underwent a postmortem contraction of posterior neck ligaments, which bent the head backward in a characteristic way. It had nothing to do with the cause of death; it had to do with the way a carcass dried in the sun.
Grant saw that this particular skeleton had also been twisted laterally, so that the right leg and foot were raised up above the backbone. Lots and lots of time. Human life was lived on another scale of time entirely. An apple turned brown in a few minutes.
Silverware turned black in a few days. A compost heap decayed in a season. A child grew up in a decade. None of these everyday human experiences prepared people to be able to imagine the meaning of eighty million years - the length of time that had passed since this little animal had died.
In the classroom, Grant had tried different comparisons. If you imagined the human lifespan of sixty years was compressed to an hour, then eighty million years would still be 3, years-older than the pyramids.
The velociraptor had been dead a long time. Carnivores could eat as much as 25 percent of their body weight in a single meal, and it made them sleepy afterward. The babies would chitter and scramble over the indulgent, somnolent bodies of the adults, and nip little bites from the dead animal. The babies were probably cute little animals. But an adult velociraptor was another matter entirely. Pound for pound, a velociraptor was the most rapacious dinosaur that ever lived.
Although relatively small-about two hundred pounds, the size of a leopard-velociraptors were quick, intelligent, and vicious, able to attack with sharp jaws, powerful clawed forearms, and the devastating single claw on the foot. Velociraptors hunted in packs, and Grant thought it must have been a sight to see a dozen of these animals racing at full speed, leaping onto the back of a much larger dinosaur, tearing at the neck and slashing at the ribs and belly.
Grant gave instructions for the trench. From the computer image, they knew the skeleton lay in a relatively confined area; a ditch around a two-meter square would be sufficient. Meanwhile, Ellie lashed down the tarp that covered the side of the hill. Grant helped her pound in the final stakes. In African parks, it runs seventy percent among some carnivores. It could have been anything - disease, separation from the group, anything. Or even attack by an adult. We know these animals hunted in packs, but we don't know anything about their social behavior in a group.
They had all studied animal behavior, and they knew, for example, that when a new male took over a lion pride, the first thing he did was kill all the cubs. The reason was apparently genetic: the male had evolved to disseminate his genes as widely as possible, and by killing the cubs he brought all the females into heat, so that he could impregnate them.
It also prevented the females from wasting their time nurturing the offspring of another male. Perhaps the velociraptor hunting pack was also ruled by a dominant male. They knew so little about dinosaurs, Grant thought. After years of research and excavation all around the world, they still knew almost nothing about what the dinosaurs had really been like. It still had the sales tags on it. Gennaro," she said severely, "when you forget to pack it makes me think you don't really want to go on this trip.
His wife hadn't been happy to hear that Gennaro was going out of town. Neither was Amanda. A pair of jeans and a sweatshirt if it gets cold. The car is downstairs to take you to the airport. You have to leave now to make the flight. Gennaro walked down the hallway, tearing the sales tags off the suitcase.
As he passed the all-glass conference room, Dan Ross left the table and came outside. I don't know how bad this situation actually is, Donald. But if there's a problem on that island, burn it to the ground. We're talking about a big investment. Don't think about it. Grant explains that, years ago, InGen had asked him to act as a consultant regarding the eating habits of baby dinosaurs. Morris leaves and Grant and Sattler have a good laugh, not being able to imagine John Hammond, a goofy old man who likes dinosaurs, as some sort of villain.
Alice Levin, the lab technician at Columbia University, faxes Grant an x-ray of the remains of the lizard that bit Tina. Grant and Sattler are stunned to see that it is actually a dinosaur. They think it is likely a Procompsognathus but wonder whether it could be a hoax.
They discuss the possibility of an animal from the Triassic period, million years ago, surviving undiscovered. Just then the phone rings and it is Hammond, who tries to convince Grant to visit his biological preserve on Isla Nublar.
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