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JP3: GENESIS [Special Edition]
By AlanGrant5
JURASSIC PARK III
AN ALANGRANT5 FAN-FIC
“GENESIS” is what boosted my “career” as a fan-fic writer and now you will get to experience it as never before. When writing GENESIS, I had come up with several plot lines and a handful of alternate endings, all of which you will be able to view in the Special Edition section. The version you are about to read is my Third Draft and has never been posted before. There will be similarities between the story lines, but the overall feel will be quite different. I hope you enjoy this version, just as much as you did “GENESIS”.
SPECIAL EDITION MENU:
* Comments will be in Yellow and will follow after each section.
* Character Profiles will give you a detailed look at the characters featured in the fan-fic.
* Dinosaur Fact Sheet
* Theatrical Trailer
* Alternate Endings
* Reviews and Box Office Stats
* About the Author
* Author Interview
INTRODUCTION: “HEADLINES”
From the Daily Record, April 25th, 1997
“LIVE DINOSAUR FOUND IN COSTA RICA”
When filming a documentary in the jungles of Costa Rica, documentarian, Rick James, claims to have seen what can only be classified as an allosaurid, a large theropod dinosaur, thought to have become extinct at the end of the Jurassic period. Able to capture the beast, with the help of two armed men, it was then transported to a local nature preserve. Before any paleontologists or biologists could study the findings, the creature was abducted by a team of unknown uniformed men.
From the New York Times, June 11th, 1997
“INGEN FILES FOR BANKRUPTCY”
After the horrific events that occurred yesterday at InGen’s unveiling of the (now scrapped) San Diego theme park, the bioengineering company wasted no time in filing for Chapter 11. With eight dead and $575, 000 in damages, it would appear as if the company made the right decision... for once.
From the Daily Record, August 5th, 1999
“FARMERS OUTRAGED”
Farmers of the Ismaloya section of Costa Rica are baffled by even more strange occurrences. Unknown animals have been eating crops in a very peculiar manner. Not only have crops been reported destroyed, but also farm livestock is diminishing, with not a clue as to what’s causing it. Authorities say the situation is being taken care of, but have yet to determine the cause of the phenomena.
From The Costa Rican Journal, August 7th, 1999
“MORE SIGHTINGS”
You’ll remember Miguel Sanchez, age 8, was reported missing after going on a family hike last Wednesday. Today, at approximately twelve this afternoon, the boy was found sitting on a dirt road near Cabo Blanco. Having been missing for three days, Miguel was found in relatively good condition. Suffering from minor cuts and bruises, the boy claims to have seen a “dinosaur”. When asked to give a more detailed description the child failed to comment, as doctors insisted him not to.
PROLOGUE: “REMNANTS”
August 31, 1999
Cabo Blanco, Costa Rica
7:25 P.M.
A setting sun, wide and illuminating, began to sink into the ocean waters, bringing yet another day to a close. The beach sand glimmered in response to the fragments of light being shined upon the sparkling light blue waters, with a nice tide luring remnants of the days passing back into the vast Pacific Ocean. Cabo Blanco, a proclaimed paradise in Costa Rica, had never looked as picturesque as it did now, casting shades of amber onto the unspoiled wilderness that lie beyond the tropical shore line.
Shuffling through clumps of damp sand, was Dana Shore, a youthful reporter from San Diego, California. On assignment, the attractive thirty-four year old, was investigating the Biological Reserve, after dozens of claimed “dinosaur” sightings were reported. For the past several months, similar situations have unfolded, but only now were these strange occurrences booming all over Costa Rica.
Lifting her silk skirt high enough to avoid the beach dirt, the determined reporter studied the area. Working for the San Diego Tribune for well over seven years, Dana had never been given such a big story to follow up on and now, when she was finally given the chance to prove herself to the rest of the world, the evidence she needed for her report were based on nothing but skeptical eye witness reports, that many dismissed due to the imagination needed to believe in such things. What Dana needed now was proof of prehistoric existence. If the rumors were true, how on earth did these creatures get in Costa Rica?Although uncertain of the answer, Dana was determined to unravel the mystery.
As she made her way down the beach, Dana noticed a flock of seagulls hovering above a massive hump, somewhat buried in the beach sand. Shielding her eyes from the vibrant afternoon sun, Dana squinted, trying to make out what it was the seagulls were interested in. Approaching the object in a fast walk, Dana stopped, just a few meters short of the massive mound of flesh. A rank smell of decay, had drifted Dana’s way, with a nice ocean breeze carrying the aroma.
“What in the hell,” the reporter muttered, waving flies from her face. Bending down, her hand covering her nasal passages, Dana looked at the rotting corpse. The deceased creature was about the size of a cow with a thick cloud of flies consuming its pebbled skin.
A bit hesitant, Dana removed a plastic bag from her nap sack, along with a small nail file. Looking around, cautious of her surroundings, Dana made a small incision into the fallen creature, cutting off a small sample of skin and sliding it into the plastic bag. Sealing the bag, Dana studied the corpse, while removing a camera from her jacket pocket. As she was about to take the picture, a loud horn sounded in the distance. Speeding down the isle of sand, with a cloud of dust trailing behind it, was a jeep.
“STOP RIGHT WHERE YOU ARE!” a voice sounded loudly, as the jeep neared the site. As the jeep came to a sudden halt, the cloud of sand that once trailed the vehicle had caught up with them, drowning the area in a sandy mist. Two men ran out of the vehicle, heading towards Dana, their vision obscured by the thick dust cloud. As the cloud grew thin, the woman was no longer next to the dead animal.
The man, looking every which way, saw the brunette heading into the jungle. With a sigh, the slightly balding man gave chase, kicking sand as he ran. Dana pushed her way through the dense jungle, running as fast as her stamina would permit her. She had discovered something not meant for public viewing and the men chasing her seemed ruthless enough to keep her from knowing the truth, by any means necessary.
Running deeper into the wilderness, Dana stumbled down a steep slope, slamming her body against a towering mangrove, shaking leaves off their branches. Waiting a moment to lift herself up, Dana heard the men yelling in the distance.
“You see her?” one of them asked.
“Nothing,” the other responded.
Dana was unable to determine how far away they were from her, but was confident in them not being able to find her. Rubbing her ankle, Dana pushed herself off the ground, slowly regaining her stature. A bit dizzy from the fall, the reporter looked around and found herself to be surrounded by towering plant life. Trees, lush in vegetation, eclipsed the interior of the jungle, turning it into a darkened environment, in which she wasn’t the least familiar with.
“God damnit,” she whispered to herself, brushing dirt off her skirt. Looking at the slope she had fallen down, Dana realized it was near impossible trying to climb back up. Digging into her nap sack, she whipped out her cellphone and punched in some numbers. Waiting for a ring, the phone beeped, with the words “UNABLE TO PLACE CALL” flashing in the text box.
“Piece of shit,” the woman said, slamming the phone back into her nap sack. Placing a strand of hair behind her left ear, Dana began walking around the area searching for a way out. “Good one Dana,” she scolded herself. “Well, if you can find a way in, you can find a way out. There’s got to be a way out.”
As her search for freedom ensued, Dana took notice of some chanting, coming high from the treetops. Gazing upwards, a small howler monkey leapt from an unstable branch and onto another, joining a group of screaming primates. The tiny creatures jumped up and down, staring not at Dana, but at something behind Dana.
Dana turned around to view dancing shrubbery, the origin of the movements left unseen. Loud unfamiliar growls emerged from the foliage up ahead, sending chills down the young womans spine. Removing the phone from her nap sack once more, Dana dialed a number without even looking at the device. And, as it did before, a beep with the flashing text “UNABLE TO PLACE CALL” appeared.
CHAPTER ONE: BAD NEWS
September 2nd, 1999
Berkeley, California
12:57 P.M.
The gymnasium was compacted with scientists from many fields, ranging from physics to computer science. For the past forty five minutes, they had been listening to a rather well known Chaotician speak his thoughts on how he believed an animal’s behavior contributed to their own extinction. It appeared as if the majority of the audience was agreeing with him, as they occasionally nodded their heads in unison.
Ian Malcolm, now forty three years of age, stood center stage, leaning on the podium which stood before him. Dressed entirely in black, Ian found it unusually warm, with beads of sweat beginning to form on his brow. Standing six-four, his slender body looming over the podium, Ian squinted to view the crowd, as a single ray of light obscured his vision.
“Adaptation. We see it everywhere. Corporations adapt to the market place, the immune system adapts to infection, brain cells adapt to signal traffic, animals adapt to their food supply. We have come to think that the ability to adapt is characteristic of complex systems––and may be one reason why evolution seems to lead toward more complex organisms.”
Before Malcolm could continue, his lecture was interrupted by Jacob Welsh, the super intendant of Berkeley University. The man mouthed the words “I’m sorry” and quickly placed a small folded note on the podium. Ian smiled awkwardly at the crowd, gesturing for them to wait a minute. The folded note had the word “URGENT” written in bold print. Usually, should something urgent come up, the message would be delivered after the lecture... the fact that it was given to him during the lecture, was somewhat alarming.
Unfolding the letter, Malcolm read silently: “Dr. Ian Malcolm, due to the recent events that have occurred in Costa Rica, the government has asked for our assistance in the matter. However, the job required of us cannot be properly executed, as we have no foundational knowledge of the given situation. You on the other hand, may be able to help us. Meet me in the courtyard, so we may discuss the situation properly and in person.” – Rick Sampson, Special Agent. Malcolm quickly tucked the letter into a pocket located in his jackets interior. He looked around the room and saw a man waiting by the buildings exit. The man waved briefly, then casually walked out of the gym. Malcolm forced a smile then continued, “Now, where were we.”
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The lecture ended, Malcolm hobbled across the open courtyard of the University, shortly after noon. Looking out for the mysterious man who had sent him the note, Ian walked into the parking lot. As he reached his ‘94 Cadillac Sedan, which coincidentally matched his attire, the mathematician dug into his pockets in search of his keys.
“Going somewhere Dr. Malcolm?” a man asked. It was Rick Sampson, the same man who’d sent him the urgent message, Malcolm was sure of it. The middle aged man wore a three piece suit, with a brown trench coat that dangled to his ankles, barely skimming the ground he walked on. Wearing sun glasses and a deceiving smile, Rick approached him.
“Listen, I don’t have time–” Malcolm began.
“You don’t have a spare tire either,” Rick said, staring at the cars flattened wheel.
Ian bent down to inspect it, than rose quickly. “You did this... you slashed my tires,” Malcolm said, annoyed by the man’s presence.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, let’s not make any accusations. Besides, this will give us some time talk. And seeing how you won’t be going anywhere, anytime soon, this gives us the perfect opportunity to get acquainted with one another.”
“Who the hell are you,” Malcolm asked sternly, shifting his weight onto his cane.
“I hardly find this to be an appropriate setting for us to talk in. Walk with me, I’ll buy you a drink,” the silver haired man began making his way back towards the courtyard.
Malcolm inspected the flattened tire once more, sighed, then followed. He was angered by the man’s casualness; his ability to keep sarcasm at a time where it wasn’t needed. Ian soon caught up, walking beside Rick.
Rick approached a hot dog stand, removing a leather wallet from his back pocket. “What do you want?” Rick asked, turning his head back towards Malcolm.
“A tire, would be nice,” Malcolm returned, unamused by Rick’s cool and collective tone.
Rick laughed, “So... Dr. Pepper okay?”
Ian stared at him coldly.
Rick handed Malcolm a cold drink, in which he proceeded to toss into a near by trash can. “What do you want from me?” Malcolm asked.
With a smirk planted onto his face, Rick poked a straw through the plastic casing and began to drink the contents of the medium sized cup. Malcolm was led to a near by fountain, where they both now seated. Rick removed a manila folder from his coat pocket and handed it to Ian.
“I won’t waste your time. Over the past few years, Costa Rica has been plagued with strange occurrences. Crops are being eaten, people are disappearing, and the livestock of the region is slowly diminishing. We’ve discovered the remains of eaten cattle and were able to take it back to our lab for further study. The only deduction we were able to make, was that whatever killed the livestock was neither human or animal.”
Malcolm fingered through various newspaper clippings, then glanced back up at Rick. “If not human or animal, than what do you figure is causing the attacks?” He asked this question, already knowing the answer.
Rick smiled as if he thought the question were a joke. “Dinosaurs, Dr. Malcolm. We believe dinosaurs are responsible for the events taking place in Costa Rica,” Rick said, removing his straw from the cup. He began to shake the cup, tapping the remaining ice cubes into his mouth.
“You say you didn’t want to waste my time, so why don’t you make good on your word and tell me why your here,” Malcolm said, checking his watch noticeably.
Rick removed his sunglasses, unveiling piercing blue emerald eyes. He looked at Ian, than back out into the scenery.
“We’re dealing with a situation that is way out of our league here, Dr. Malcolm. I don’t know the first thing about dinosaurs and I’m not about to do research on the subject either, because time is running out. Dinosaur sightings are becoming more frequent now, stirring up interest in the local townspeople, not to mention scientists world wide. If we don’t gain control over the situation now, than we never will,” he said, clasping his hands together. “Which is why I’m recruiting a handful of experts to assist us in the case. And... I’m hoping you will be apart of that team.”
“Me? Your asking the wrong man–”
“I hardly think so. You have seen these creatures in the flesh... you’ve survived both the Nublar incident and the Sorna incident–”
“BARELY survived and besides a lot more died than lived.”
“I am aware of that, but you won’t be putting yourself in harms way–”
“I won’t be in harms way because I won’t take any part in this,” Ian said, rising from his seat with the help of his cane.
“Dr. Malcolm, I wish you’d give this a little more thought,” Rick said, trailing behind him.
“What’s there to think about? Your asking me to join you in a suicide mission–”
“Suicide mission? That’s hardly the case Dr. Malcolm.”
“Oh really? Well then you’ll excuse me if I see things a bit differently,” he said, heading for the car.
“You’ll be fully compensated for any valuable information you provide in this case,” Rick called. Ian froze, pivoted around, and stared back at the man.
“You think this is about money? You are a sad man, Mr. Sampson, a sad one indeed. You could wave an abundant amount of cash in my face and still get the same response–”
“Which is?”
“Which is–– No. No, I will not take part in this little investigation your heading because it will ultimately lead to the inevitable.”
“And just what is that supposed to mean?” Rick asked.
“At the edge of chaos, unexpected outcomes occur. Had you listened to my lecture you would of already known that.”
“Dr. Malcolm, lives are at stake... innocent lives, we can’t–”
“How were you planning on fixing my car?” Malcolm said, ignoring Rick’s argument.
Rick looked at him as if he were heartless. With a sigh he said, “It’s already taken care of. Listen, Dr. Malcolm, please reconsider–”
“It was a pleasure meeting you Mr. Sampson,” Ian said, venturing into the University parking lot. Slinging his jacket over his shoulder, Ian inspected the car to see if the tire had been replaced. Indeed, the tire had been restored. Someone must have replaced it during their conversation. Ian looked over the ocean of car hoods, searching for the Special Agent. Nothing. The man had disappeared just as quick as he had appeared.
Ian opened the door and entered the vehicle. A backdraft of heat came upon him as he sat on the leather interior. Ian quickly rolled the window down and turned on the air conditioning. Sitting in the car, waiting for it to cool down, Ian sighed. He glanced at the manila folder beside him, picking it up hesitantly. Removing the contents from the folder, Ian began rummaging through the various reports Rick had given him. After taking a brief moment to review the articles, Ian became flustered and tossed the papers aside.
“God damnit,” Ian muttered to himself. With his hand on the steering wheel, Ian sat frozen, gazing at the campus through his dirty windshield. Tapping his fingers against the dashboard, it was clear Ian was deep in thought.
“What are you doing Ian,” he asked himself as he detached a cell phone from his belt. He punched in several numbers and awaited for an answer. “Sarah? ... Fine, everything’s fine. Listen, something just came up, I’m afraid I won’t be home until late tonight. How late? I’m not sure yet, but I’ll call you just as soon as I leave, okay honey? ... Believe me Sarah, I would tell you if I could, but this is not something I want you to get involved in–”.
A dial tone emerged, cutting Ian off from his speech. Ian removed the phone from his ear and tossed it onto the seat next to him. Starting the engine, he backed out of the parking space, and headed for the University exit. Ian was bewildered with questions, but he knew they would be answered soon... he knew John Hammond had the answers to his questions.
INTRODUCTION: “HEADLINES” [Commentary]
In this particular draft of “GENESIS”, I wanted it to start out mysteriously. In my opinion the “Headlines” section projected enough of that, to reel readers in. When I first released “GENESIS”, I had used the “stegosaur sequence” as my prologue and as much as I enjoyed that, I felt I had introduced a dinosaur too quickly. In “Jurassic Park”, the film had sustained from showing a full bodied dinosaur for a good twenty minutes, and I think in doing that, the film had generated a substantial amount of mystery and suspense. The beginning was supposed to give you a slightly eerie feel and if it did, than I’ve done my job.
PROLOGUE: “REMNANTS” [Commentary]
Just added this to “GENESIS”. As I was trying to configure another JP plot for “The End of a Dream”, I realized this is a lot like “GENESIS” and decided to make it apart of this fan-fic. Dana Shore, although not a fully developed character, is determined to uncover the truths behind the reports mentioned in the previous section. Her character is strong willed and won’t soon give up her means to survive. As for the mystery men who chased her into the jungle, you’ll just have to wait and see who they are and what their role plays in this somewhat elaborate JP plot. I felt that having the dinosaurs left unseen (yes, she was being stalked by dinosaurs, as for which species, I’ll leave that up to you) developed more tension than the typical JP plot, which shows dinosaurs so quickly that the awe somehow disappears.
CHAPTER ONE: “BAD NEWS” [Commentary]
When the Chapter begins, we are quickly thrown right into the middle of Dr. Ian Malcolm’s lecture. This small portion of the story is taken from “The Lost World”. I found the topic of Adaptation and Evolution very intriguing and felt it was appropriate to insert it into the prologue as the subjects will be touched upon in future chapters. Ian Malcolm is the same guy we’ve known since the last incident; he’s smart, somewhat imposing, and sarcastic. When he first meets Special Agent Rick Sampson, there is a great deal of tension between the two, which I think becomes one of the highlights of the section. I think a character is best developed through dialogue (as you may have noticed) because we get a feel for their personality and are given a glimpse at their social structure. So far, the story is quite different from the first draft, as Alan Grant isn’t even mentioned... but he will be...... sooooon, very soon.
8/28/2002 9:57:36 PM
(Updated: 8/28/2002 10:00:52 PM)
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