Jurassic Park: "Welcome To Jurassic Park"

Part 3: Chaos Theory And Tour

Mike POV:

Everyone was seated in the restaurant, and despite my feelings, I began to enjoy Alejandro's cooking. Around the room, videos were being shown, displaying future plans for Jurassic Park. Hammond's voice played over a recording, "More adventurous guests, of course, can opt for our jungle river cruise, or for a close-up look at our majestic--" The recording was abruptly switched off by Hammond.

"None of these attractions are ready yet, of course, but the park will open with the basic tour that you're about to take. Other rides will come online six to twelve months after that. Absolutely spectacular designs. Spared no expense," Hammond said, expressing his enthusiasm with a laugh.

Gennaro scoffed and chuckled, "And we can charge anything we want. Two thousand a day, ten thousand a day, and people will pay it. And then there's the merchandising, which I personally--"

"Donald, Donald. This park was not built to cater only to the super-rich. Everyone in the world has the right to enjoy these animals," Hammond interjected, cutting Gennaro off.

Gennaro didn't take it seriously. "Sure. They will. I mean, we'll have a coupon day or something," he joked, displaying his greed.

Malcolm clicked his tongue, unimpressed. "Gee, the lack of humility before nature that's being displayed here, uh, staggers me," he remarked.

"Thank you, Dr. Malcolm, but I think things are a little bit different than both you and I have feared," Gennaro said, brushing off Malcolm's words.

"Yeah, I know. They're, uh, a lot worse," I interjected, sharing my thoughts.

Gennaro scrunched his face. "Now, wait a second. We haven't even seen the park yet. There's no reason—"

Hammond lifted his hand up. "Donald, Donald, let him talk. There's no reason—I want to hear every viewpoint. I really do," he said, seeming genuine.

Malcolm cleared his throat. "Yeah, uh, don't you see the danger, John, uh, inherent in what you're doing here? Genetic power's the most awesome force this planet's ever seen, but you wield it like a kid who's found his dad's gun."

"It's hardly appropriate to start hurling accusations—" Gennaro interjected.

I held my hand up. "Gennaro, stay quiet. You can continue now, Malcolm," I respectfully gestured.

Malcolm adjusted his posture. "I'll tell you the problem with the scientific power that you're using here. 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 for yourselves, so you don't take any responsibility for it."

Malcolm paused, sipping his drink before continuing. "You stood on the shoulders of geniuses to accomplish something as fast as you could, and before you even knew it, you patented it, packaged it, and slapped it on a plastic lunch box. Now," he banged his fist on the table, "you're selling it. You want to sell it, well."

"I don't think you're giving us our due credit. Our scientists have done things which nobody has ever done before," Hammond said, praising his staff.

Malcolm exhaled a sigh. "Yeah, yeah, but your scientists were so preoccupied with whether or not they could, they didn't stop to think if they should."

"Condors. Condors are on the verge of extinction," Hammond said, tapping the table.

"No—" Malcolm tried to refute, but Hammond cut him off. "No, no! If I was to create a flock of condors on this island, you wouldn't have anything to say," he said, expressing his anger and frustration.

"No, listen, this isn't some species that was obliterated by deforestation or the building of a dam. Dinosaurs had their shot, and nature selected them for extinction," Malcolm stated.