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Jurassic Park V: Evolution (Part1)
By Crisco
"Can you throw me that wrench Ryan?" Scott West a 30 year-old astronaut asked.
Ryan Singleton lifts the wrench in the air and let go. The absence of gravity allows the wrench to slowly float around until Scott catches it and begins to tighten the bolts that hold his bed to the floor.
Ryan does a mid-air breaststroke to a dry-erase board and puts a red tally next to others.
“47 days Scott, can you believe it?” He said scratching his head.
“Dear Lord, It’s been that long?” Scott asked rhetorically.
“Hey Boys, showers open!” Lisa said zipping up her fleece jacket.
“I hope you shaved, you were starting to look like one of us!” Ryan said playfully.
Scott shook his head as Ryan dodged a pack of freeze-dried almonds.
“How long has it been since we’ve slept?” Ryan asked.
“About 18 hours.” Lisa answered.
Scott “swam” over to the light switches and slowly turned the lights off. Ryan and Lisa fastened themselves with velcro straps to their beds and dozed off to sleep.
“Rachel Chase here reporting for San Diego’s Channel 13 News. We’ve all been looking forward to the homecoming of our spacemen…and women of NASA’s Orion. The biologists have been hard at work for almost two months researching life in space. They have worms, rabbits, dogs, and even an orangutan! They have been scheduled to come back to our planet Earth,” Rachel was abruptly cut off by the cameraman. “Rachel please look at the camera, you’re eyes need to be focused, take it back a little.” Rachel rolled her eyes.
“They have worms, rabbits, dogs, and even an orangutan! They have been scheduled to come back to our planet Earth in another week. When they come home we will have an exclusive report about their entire trip followed by Scott West’s home video representation of their flight in space. All that and more next Wednesday on Channel 13’s News at 11! Now stay tuned for the season finale of Survivor: Congo.”
“Perfect Rach!” Reynaldo said.
“Yea whatever, I’m kind of worried about them up there.”
“Well they’ll be back in Fresno soon.”
“Yea, I know, Its my story, I’m not an idiot.”
Rachel Chase is a twenty-nine year old, tall, blue-eyed, blonde. She had always dreamed of being a reporter and finally got her wish, but her fortune came from her looks, not her talent, at least initially. The company expected her to be dumb and just wanted her to show her pretty face a few times during the news, but as everyone on the station got to know her they bit their tongue and pretty much let her do whatever she wanted. Why? Because she was a bitch. Plain and simple. She was arrogant, snotty and pretty much got whatever she wanted, like this story, Channel 13’s best story since the San Diego Tyrannosaur incident, the flight of the Orion an exclusive report. Originally they assigned the Channel’s veteran Adam Logan to the story but Rachel seduced the producers into getting her spot in the sun. Since the beginning of their report on the Orion Rachel was noticed by everyone in the company as worthy to do real reports, not like the “Christian Music Festival” and “A baby Koala at the San Diego Zoo” as she had reported before. She worked hard to get her story and she was not going to give it up.
Tomas Escalante pulled the last haul of fish and net back on to his old, run-down fishing boat. All his energy was strained from his body and he sat down and chugged the last of his water. It was 5:30 in the morning and the sky was just beginning to turn red. The moon still shone brightly in the sky and a few stars could still be seen. The water was black and choppy, hiding the millions of creatures that inhabit the Costa-Rican waters. Tomas began looking through the netting and fish for any foreign objects. He found a sea turtle, he knew it would make a good soup at home, but it looked up at him and he knew he couldn’t kill it and tossed it back to the sea. He then found a small blue and yellow octopus and he quickly got his knife out and stabbed it piercing its head allowing its white milky fluids to spill on the deck. Tomas walked to the cabin and pulled out a piece of wheat bread and walked to the stern to admire the sun that was slowly taking over the sky. In the distance he saw a shooting star, a fireball shooting across the sky, except it was falling, closer and closer.
“Jesu” Tomas said to himself.
The fireball passed Tomas’ boat and headed northward at a speed of 130 mph. But it really wasn’t a fireball, it was the Orion. Metal scraps flew off the Orion every once and awhile into the ocean below. The ball flew over a small island and then back over the ocean. A larger island was in the distance with a rocky beach and lush jungle. The Orion flew over the beach. It was now only 20 ft above the ground and soon slammed into the earth, creating a dirt crater. It set the surrounding treetops ablaze and parts of the ship were strewn about. In a puddle near the fireball was a huge steel box, which seemed to be not influenced by the crash. The box had a few dents and scrapes but was otherwise unharmed. Under the box, in the puddle was a red light, it started to blink.
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6/23/2003 10:16:36 AM
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