User blog:Freeman23/Jurrasic Park (FanFiction)

San Jose

Public Health Service HQ
Marlos Santigo was a busy man. Ever since 1987 when strange reptiles began to wash up on beaches or strange creatures began attacking infants he had been swamped with paperwork and endless cover-up stories. The only benefit he had received in ten years was Promotion to Vice Head of the Department, which included a substantial pay of 75,000 US dollars yearly.

Having to be polite with the seemingly endless amount of forensic scientists and geologists who were proved to be secretly paleontologists attempting to make off with the strange reptile corpses was just too much to have to handle at times. He had to get out of the office. This was just too much to deal with.

Leaving his office after informing his secretary that he would be out to lunch for about 2 hours he grabbed nothing but his wallet and his phone for emergencies only. Skipping out to a small diner that he once knew of when times had once been much more quiet and he had just been a field operator for the service.

It was little coffee shop near the departure building of the airport. A little well known place where one of the employees had described the long deceased Dennis Nedry talking with Lewis Dodgeson (also deceased) back nearly two days prior to InGen’s park ‘s accident, and then bombing by the Costa Rico military.

Ordering a cup coffee he opened his wallet and pulled out his credit card which was paid for by the costa Rician government. Outside of the office life was good. Ordering a cup of black coffee he sat down at a nearby table and began to look through some pictures on his phone of the latest reptiles found. It stunned him every time he looked at them on how non reptile like they were, yet at the same time just how much they were reptilian. As he sat drinking one of the waiters stood behind as if looking over his shoulder at the pictures on his phone.

“Thinking of sending those pictures to your kids sir.” Said the man as he was leisurely cleaning a mug with a slightly coffee stained rag.

“I don’t have any kids, but they are going to be sent to my employees to document.”  Marlos replied without much interest in the man.

“You know that one” pointing at the current picture on the screen “is a raptor.” The man continued not taking a hint from the man, that he wanted to be alone.

“Yes so I have heard,” Marlos replied without looking at the man.

“Well did you hear that Carlos Sherman our head manager for the past 30 years said that he saw a live one just two days prior to incident that InGen had to do with our country.” The man continued as if he was trying to strike up conversation. He’s in the back if you want to hear the real story.

Deciding to amuse himself with the chit chat this man was making he told him, “Well if he’s free to talk call him over maybe he can draw me a picture of the creature he saw.”

“I can do more than that,” Said a big burly Irish man who sat down in the small chair next to him. “ My name is Carlos Sherman, I see you have met one of our servers, David.”

Putting on his polite face he asked to see the drawing. “Drawing,” He laughed. Pulling his wallet out and pulling out a small photograph he slipped it over to Marlos on the table. “I was able to get a picture of the little nipper. Unfortunately his owner refused to be in the photo himself. Told me he was camera shy and had avoided getting his picture taken among the staff when he had worked the job he was previously fired from. But he allowed for his raptor to have his picture taken thought I could use it for a Restaurant I had long ago hoped to open up, use it as the logo or mascot.”

Turning over the picture he looked at the raptor. Which had the Carlos Sherman  looking at the camera while holding a drum stick and trying to get the raptor to get up and munch on it. The raptor didn’t look exactly like the other dinosaurs he had photos of. For one the raptor was incredibly fat. Looking more like a lizard lard ball than a dinosaur, it looked almost cute with its very large eyes. Yet if you removed the fat it looked very much like the species that had been described to him by Ian Malcom 12 years ago.

Marlos shrugged to himself and asked if he could take the photo with him. Carlos said that the copy was his since he printed several to give out to possible investors in his Restaurant.

Taking the photo with him  as he left the coffee shop he wondered to himself what if this photo was genuine and there had been somebody who was fired from InGen two days before the disaster. And what if he had taken the raptor with him, so where was this man now?

He made a note to himself after he documented the photo he would send a copy to Ian Malcom, maybe he could verify whether or not it was real or not.

Sante Fe, California
Sante Fe Institute

Lecture hall 12

… which concludes our lecture for the week, please remember I will not be present after class for any questions for I am late to an important meeting with someone. Ian Malcom stepped down from the podium and gathered his notes and put them into his brief case. His appearance was no longer youthful and his had to use both a cane and a leg brace to walk thanks to two injuries in the past. His grey hair was beginning to turn white and his eyes already had a haggard appearance from years of use of Morphine to handle his leg pain as well as to satisfy his addiction. He wasn’t what he used to be but he was happy. Either that was the drug addiction making him happy or just the thought of teaching without having to deal with further invites to Jurassic Park one of them made him happy.

As he entered his office he entered his password to login to his laptop. He first checked his emails looking for anything related to TED talks where he was supposed to be receiving a invite but as he scoured his email database he could not find any invite visible. He turned away from the computer set his brief case down on the floor and sat down in his office chair. Looking at the computer screen he sighed and moving his left hand to a drawer he opened it. Pulling out a small capsule from a bag he swallowed it with a draught of water from a water bottle on his desk.

He spied on his computer a new email that popped up referencing the Costa Rician Health Service. He thought to himself, “why in nearly 30 years since Nuplar would they be emailing me?” Opening the email he began to read…

Dear Dr. Malcom,

It has been a long time since you and I talked last. And I am sorry if my email brings back bad memories but we recently uncovered a photo that was taken two days prior to your departure with John Hammond to the Isle of Nuplar.

The Photo was in the possession of a Coffee shop manager who a coffee shop in the departure terminal at the San Jose airport. Although the photo showed no sign of tampering and appeared genuine we believe you would have the knowledge to determine whether or not this creature is in fact as you once said a Raptor.

The photo is located in the attachments folder, just a heads up for us less techy people.

My  number is ###-###-####

Sincerely,

Marlos Santigo VP of Coasta Rico Health Services.

Clicking on the photo which then popped up shortly afterward. It was hard at first not to laugh at the fatness of the creature. But the humor of the picture became lessened as Ian observed the authenticity of the photo, unedited. He observed that beneath the fatty layers of the raptor the bone structure was unmistakable. The way it held itself its angle of its head and the shape of its tail and body, its claws all there but for the long extended blade like claw on its hands and feet were missing. It was  in all account a living breathing raptor of some kind. Without bothering to email back he dialed in the phone number of Marlos Santiago asking if there were any more pictures of this creature or if they could describe who was the man who had the creature.

“Well from what I can tell you from the only information available to me Sherman who is the coffee shop manager says he doesn’t remember the gentleman’s face but he does recall that he was wearing a lab coat underneath his trench coat marked InGen. Does that help?”

“It’s a start, but anything more you can learn about just call me. Thanks Marlo.”

“Your Welcome Senor Malcolm.” Marlo said hanging up the phone.

V… (30 years ago)
Arriving into the San Jose airport by Taxi was nerve racking experience. Added to those nerves was a trembling baby raptor in his trench coat pocket as the cab finally pulled to a stop. The man stepped out of the vehicle and held his hand on the cab roof to support himself.

The man was tall, so tall that when he had been in the cab he had to stretch his legs across the entire back seat. His face was young and youthful, in truth he couldn’t be more than 22 as his passport which just fell out of his pocket read. His features despite being young appeared stressed and tired, the journey had been tiresome, and the fact that he was now out of a job and had been refused his paycheck because of meant that he would have to travel 2nd class on the airplane to Los Angeles. From there he was unsure of how he would even get back to his hometown in  Boulder City Nevada.

Stretching his legs he paid the Taxi driver his tip, and then picked up his passport and his briefcase. Hearing a soft cooing in his pocket patted his pocket twice before reaching his hand into his trench coat pocket to softly stroke the head of his little raptor creation. In his other trench pocket lay two important things one was large sandwich and the other was an important computer chip that would make genetic engineering obsolete. Walking into the airport he slipped his raptor into a small dog carrier and the important computer chip in a sealed briefcase. The sandwich however, he was able to coax the guard to let him keep it.

He told the guard to simply move the carrier don’t stick his fingers in as his dog will bite them. The Guard not fond of dogs anyway hastily moved the animal to the other side of the security gate and then began to proceed to check the briefcase. Opening it he discovered a computer chip and some trash, but that was about it. Putting the computer chip back he proceeded to close it when the man told him to just hand him the computer chip throw away the trash and keep the briefcase for himself. The guard did so and stopped asking questions. Retrieving the raptor from the dog carrier and slipping him back into his trench coat pocket, he entered the coffee shop just as a man that recognized has Lewis Dodgson slip out of the coffee shop bumping against his shoulder. Ordering a cup of coffee and a slice of chocolate mint pie, before sitting down at a table next to a man who was busy finishing his pie. He was rather fat but just by facial recognition he knew who this man was. “Hello D,” Said the man as he sat down at the table of Dennis Nedry.

Nedry startled by the name and unexpected timing hastily looked up some of his pie falling from his mouth. Staring into the light blue eyes of his friendly discharged co-worker. “V, I am sorry I didn’t expect to see you here,” Nedry said with enthusiasm shaking his friend’s hand with his whipped cream covered hand. “How are you doing, I haven’t seen you in nearly a month.”

“I have been discharged as you know and it wasn’t a very respectful discharge so I was shipped out by the transport and then left to work my way slowly to San Jose over the course of three weeks working odd jobs through towns I passed through.” V replied, casually taking the remain water cup from another table and using it wash his hand off. Wincing at the cold of the water, he continued, “I just saw Dodgeson leaving was he trying to get you to commit some industrial espionage against InGen?”

“Promise you won’t tell,” Nedry asked his eyes widening as the guilt shown in his eyes.

Sighing, V asked Nedry, “how much is he paying you?”

“1,500,000 dollars” Nedry said as he made a dramatic squinting of his eyes and a clenching of his teeth.”

“I am guessing he only paid you half upfront and half when you get him what he wants right?” V continued.

“That’s right, hey listen my flights going to leave in just 2mins I need to get going but give me call in two days okay?” Nedry quickly said grabbing the brief case.

“I can do that do that” V said quietly.

Nedry was about to run when he remembered that despite how much InGen’s employees has a dislike for him, V had always been the one he shared a bond with. Unlocking the briefcase and pulling out a roll of hundreds he handed them to V.

“Hey look V, get yourself home, I will be joining you so you can pay me back when you can. Good luck V.” Nedry said as he hurried off to catch his plane.

“Thanks D, I am need all the luck I can get.” Said V as he moved to another table in the back to annoyance of one of the servers with his pie, and second cup of coffee.

Sitting down at the table the server with mild annoyance set down his cup of coffee and his slice of Chocolate Mint Pie. The table he sat had a privacy wall available so, he got up, opened it, and spreading it to keep the majority of the customers from seeing his table. Once sitting again he patted his left trench coat pocket twice and lifted the somewhat fat albino colored raptor from his trench coat pocket and set him down on the table. Pulling out his sandwich he peeled back the bread to allow the raptor to eat the meat inside the sandwich. Taking a fork he proceeded to eat his pie when he heard a gasp from behind him. A tall burly man obviously the manager as his tag read so, was standing behind him watching the raptor like creature with a wide-eyed expression. Sighing he called the manager over. “Look, the guy was hungry so I let him eat a sandwich in my pocket, if your gasp was because he wasn’t eating purchasable food here I can buy some to replace it.”

“It isn’t that sir, its just my son tells me that’s a dinosaur but they are stink by a hundred million years.” Said the manager.

“The word is not stink but extinct, and its not a hundred million years its 65 million actually scientifically speaking, but in my opinion though I say less than 3000 years give or take a century.” V informed the very shocked manager.

“Do you think I could get a picture of it, I mean for a possible mascot for a Restaurant I am planning to open soon?” Asked the manager.

“Well…” V started.

Helix (present day)
Site C was not the place to spend a holiday. It was dark and the suspenseful atmosphere of Site C’s Lab D was not anything short of unpleasant. Frayed wires from the ceiling hung down and continued to spark from power surges from the damaged power grid. The Concrete was already well worn away with massive rust stains from where large bulky machinery had once been secured. And the sheet metal that covered the roof had rusted so much that occasionally sheets of it broke apart and crashed into the floor shattering into oblivion. A lone figure in the darkness of the lab was having his own share of the environment.

“This place is a heaping dump.” Said the figure as it moved through the shadows. “But if the MV says there is something here he needs then it looks like I am going to need to find it here. Stepping in the light of the full moon the figure emerges slightly from the darkness revealing a figure clad in a hoodie and baggy pants. He carries no weapon, just a belt containing emergency food supplies and a compass. Darting behind a nearby by door labeled Hatchery, he strolls in to find hundreds of bleached white dinosaur skeletons alongside human remains. “Seems like the dinosaurs had themselves a banquet.” He laughed to himself about that one. As he strolled in past the hatchery door and found the door he was looking for. Opening the door was another matter. The door handle being rusted broke off the second he gripped the door. “This door must be hinting at that I shouldn’t walk in unannounced.” He said, as he read the faded painted sign on door which said Bio-Hazard, Authorized Personal Only.” “Eh the heck with it,” giving the door a solid round house kick which unintentionally sent the door flying backward until it crashed into the back wall. “Now let me see,” turning his head to the left of the door frame and turning to the right slowly. “It should be… aha, yes!” Grabbing a wooden box and pulling the lid off of it. As he turned to leave with whatever had been in the box, he asked himself, “Whatever could MV want with a Crystal pyramid I have no clue but, I hope that when I get back to Costa Rico there will be a delicious platter of Ceviche. And with luck I can take these ridiculous cloth garments off when we arrive back on Sarvanu.”

Dr. Earnest Elliot
Dr. Earnest Elliot was a man of many secrets and was struggling from severe Paranoia. He had in his youth worked for InGen and now was working for BioSyn, and he feared that even this company would get rid of as soon as they discovered he hadn’t been a gene sequencer for InGen but a Mid level Manager for Site C. If they discovered that he wasn’t who he said he had been he could kiss his 200 grand paycheck goodbye, and he would make sure that didn’t happen. He originally relied upon his chief geneticist back during his time at InGen to actually understand and manipulate the DNA. He remembered him quite well too, while his geneticist was able to read and manipulate the code of DNA that the Crays Processed, he was also incredibly brilliant in remembering every single sheet of DNA strands. While is employee had been pushing the limits of genetic advancement, he had been making raises and gaining his employees Fame. But now those attempts to steal his fame and his success were beginning to show wear as BioSyn was beginning to realize the man who had given them 6 dinosaur embryos and a packet containing the code for the compys, was merely a manager less than an actual scientist, and Biosyn was not happy.

He had to find new material to steal from a fellow researcher and soon, otherwise BioSyn would discharge him at any time. He already had searched out likely sources to steal from and one of them was looking quite appetizing at the moment. Recently a woman from Gene&Dream Industries had design plans for a successful 3D flesh printer, which would allow scientists to construct a viable embryo, clones from a single embryo. She kept the plans in her home apartment and if he could get his long term player to make his move on her and grab the plans then he would be able to patent them his own handiwork for BioSyn, which would again make him an Asset instead of a liability. He had trained under BioSyn’s best and now with Dodgson dead, he could fill his place and continue to make more raises for his expensive lifestyle.

1983 Science & Technology Convention
It was crowded like a mall on Black Friday in the convention center of Orange County Florida. Almost 10,000 people were present for the Exhibition of the New Possibilities that could be accomplished with Bio-Engineering, and John Hammond although present for the some of the possible Gene Sequencers that might be available soon that he wanted to acquire, was not partaking in any actual presentation that day. Right now he was interested in a young man, barely an adult, who was trying to hotwire a gene sequencer to an experimental 3D printer, much to the annoyance of the owner. He had already hot wired a couple of crays that were in the back, because they were they were damaged during transport. His black shirt had a big roman numeral on the back of it, and Hammond was wondering what it symbolized. The teen was tall, almost 6ft 4 inches and had short charcoal colored hair on his large head, and his face although youthful, gave the appearance that this youth knew exactly what he was doing and had the intelligence and knowledge to support it.

Hammond watch with a curiosity as the 3D printer came online as soon as the gene sequencer was functioning. Several small lasers soon aligned on several dot points selected as plexiglass walls arose around the working 3D Printer. Quickly he heard the crackle of electricity and a whirring noise. The noise continued for a moment then the plexi glass doors fell away to reveal to the gasp of the crowd and there was in front of the audience a live Meganeura. The six foot wingspan dragonfly was literally standing in the middle of the 3D printer. No sooner had dragonfly been created when it leapt into flight and flew around the convention hall. Its speed was uncanny as was its agility to fly in an inside space. But then Hammond noticed it faltered, the audience as well noticed it, the wings fluttered and lost their rhythmic beat. The Insect fell smacking into a wall before bouncing off and landing in the bottom of the atrium in front of a family of four, where it made an undignified splat that produced both bug goo and exoskeleton all over an area of at least ten feet. By the time Hammond look back around to the owners of the gene sequencer, the crays, and 3D printer were crawling all over their machines and holding their heads. Obliviously the creation of the living bug had damaged the machines and now they were beyond repair with their owners calling security to grab the guy responsible. Clearly they unlike the crowd and Hammond could not see the remarkableness of the scientific feat. But the man was nowhere to be found he had left during the commotion. But Hammond knew the property, he had helped fund it, and in the deal he had gotten a tour of all the known property. The quickest way to an exit was behind the platform and to the left. But their was a door that could get out the into an alley way faster. And Hammond took it.

Arriving nearly 2mins later to see the same young man thrusting his hand out in anger against a wall nearby, Hammond called out to him. “Hey, there I saw your amazing performance there,” The teen startled by the voice turned to face him, as he already knew the only way out of the alley was behind Hammond. Hammond continued, “Listen I am preparing to gather some investors to produce a preserve for some extinct creatures and I think I would like to have your brains in on my little project.”

“Sounds like you need a geneticist not a dreamer, without even a college degree.” The teen said.

“If you can pull off a literal life giving demonstration by hot wiring a gene sequencer and modifying a 3D printer, you have everything I could possibly hope for in making my own dream possible.” Hammond said giving a paraphrased speech he had written for getting people to join his project.

“And what is your dream?” asked the teen.

“My dream is zoo, with dinosaurs.” Hammond said smiling. “Are you onboard?” Holding out his hand in a handshake.

“And I guess I should mention the hot wired Crays in the back room.” Shaking Hammonds hand firmly.

“Of course, silly me, I guess I missed that.” Hammond said laughing. “By the way I didn’t catch your name.” Hammond asked.

“Didn’t you read the back of my shirt?” The man said, smiling smugly. “Its V.”

New York, New york city:
Shiloh Stevens was an ambitious young woman, she had attended Harvard in pursuit of Law degree before getting a double major in paleontology, now she worked as a lawyer defending paleontologists who would sometimes accidentally dig up the grave site of dead remains of someone's ancestors.

She had worked this profession and had made substantial money her life dedicated to her work, she had seen the world, and she had had kids but they were distant from her even in her own home, for she had had rarely anytime to spend with them.

Now she was out of a job, her boss having fired her for a case where she brought false evidence to keep her clients safe, and it was discovered. Her law license revoked and her children eating up the credit she needed a job and soon.

She sat their with her coffee and in her bathrobe trying to search for job openings. when she heard a knock at her door. Stepping up to answer it she looked through the padlock to see a young man with dark brown hair slicked back, but he was in a red hoodie, and black jogging pants. “Can I help you.” she asked opening the door a crack.

“Yes, you can actually.” the man said. "I'd like to offer you a job."

"You don't appear to be the type of person who hires people." She said preparing to close the door.

I am with a company known as INGEN while our company's employees are normally hired through our CEO John hammond, he has charged me with hiring my own crew, and what I need is so one who knows the laws across the world and is also a paleontologist, I can start your pay at a number with 6 digits of your choosing. All you have to do is sign and write in your pay.

And what If I put down six 9's.

It's up to you.

Your name again.

“Michael Vortex.”

Michael Vortex: (1986)
“Look I said this twice already invest $1000 in that kid and his company Microsoft okay, and another thousand in Apple,  an operating system in any computer system would be a dream come true.”

Michael hung up the phone as he sat down in a withered chair in the cheap apartment building overlooking the east river.

“Time to start again, rebuild, and hey make a few friends along the way.” He said picking up the little raptor that was sleeping on his pillow on his bed. He stroked its head with his finger and as it purred. “and treasure the moments you have with the ones you care about, the ones you love, the moments of conception before your eyes, to the second your eyes close for the last time, this is the dream to strive for, the dream you make your own, and choose to follow.”