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Vision, Creation: Jurassic Park Ch. 4
By JPExciter
Chapter 4: Problems
Henry Wu sat in front of a computer with Ray Arnold and Newly hired Computer programmer Dennis Nedry.
Nedry was a fat man, late thirties, and always joking around, but he was serious with computers and expert with his craft. Right now all three men were looking at the status of all the dinosaurs on Site B. Something was happening to them.
“Something is very amiss here,” said Henry still staring at the screen. He clicked through a few more screens, the computer glow the only light in the room, “Look at the populations of most of the carnivorous dinosaurs,” he pointed at the numbers to Mr. Arnold and Nedry.
“I see the numbers, but that’s not right, maybe the computers are fucked up or something,” suggested Mr. Arnold. He smacked the monitor lightly.
“It’s not the computers. I have tested these babies and they are 99.9 % error proof,” alleged Nedry, “Your dinos are dying Wu.”
“Not all of the carnivores are dying. Only the Saurornithoides, the Metriacanthosaurus, and the Suchomimus’s are dying, but from what?” questioned Henry openly. “Have Dr. Harding and Dr. Lynn check those cages?” Henry asked Mr. Arnold, “Maybe something inside is effecting them.”
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Samantha Lynn sat in her bunker-housing apartment west of the holding site reading “The Lost World” by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, when someone knocked at the door. She book marked her page and ran to the door. Dr. Gerry Harding stood outside when she opened the door.
“Wu says some of the cages might need fix’ in, so he called us to check it out,” said Dr. Harding.
“Why did he ask us? We take care of the animals we don’t really control them,” exclaimed Dr. Lynn.
“We are the only ones who are able to operate their environment controls. Ira Thomas can as well, but he is an engineer and doesn’t know shit about how dinosaurs behave so he couldn’t help,” answered Dr. Harding
“That’s really true,” said Dr. Lynn laughingly, “Lets go then. Which species need checking on?
“The Metriac’s, the Sucho’s, and the Saurornithoides’s,” answered Dr. Harding as the strolled past all the bunker-houses to Harding’s red Jeep.
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“We have been looking at it all wrong!” shouted Dr. Curtis Morrison as he pulled away from a microscope at the genetics lab east of the holding site.
Curtis Morrison age twenty-five represented the maximum in nerdness. Wearing large Drew Carry-like and a gleaming white lab-coat, skinny and short, cropped blond hair. He had just discovered something and ran to Dr. Lizzie McKay.
“Ok. What did we fuck up?” asked Dr. McKay as she looked up from a computer screen.
At thirty-five, Lizzie McKay finally had two things going for her. She had an excellent job as a scientist studying creatures that hadn’t existed in over 65 million years and she only talked to a the most, ten people a week. Socially inactive as a child she dislikes being around a lot of people, but was a prodigy in science, math, and music. She had dyed back short straight hair with many piercings and tattoos. She has a scientific Goth look. Walking over to the overly excited Dr. Morrison, he answered her question.
“When we first examined the black material from the Dilophosaurus wetherilli we thought it was some sort of vomit because maybe the creature became overly excited when it hit Dr. Kampe,” explained Dr. Morrison.
“Tyler was always a dumbass. Going into a cage with a carnivorous animal,” commented Dr. McKay,” Anyways, yeah that might explain that weird frill that came up from the creatures neck, but I don’t think vomit is black, unless that’s the way dinosaurs are.”
“By cross checking every known animal vomit and other substances from a creatures mouth I discovered that it isn’t vomit, but a poison or more specifically, a hematotoxin,” explained Dr. Morrison
“So you mean?…..” Dr. McKay said, her voice trailing off.
“Yes. The Dilophosaurs can spit poison,” answered Dr. Morrison, “And we have to tell Dr. Wu and everyone else quickly before anyone else gets hurt.”
“Ok then. Lets get moving,” Dr. McKay said as Dr. Morrison ran out the door.
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“Nothings wrong with the Saurornithoides cage either,” exclaimed Dr. Lynn from behind a wall of control switches and machinery at the bottom level in the basement of the holding site.
“That’s really weird,” commented Dr. Harding as he walked up to the machinery, three workers followed behind.
“I’m pretty sure it is not the dino’s environments that is causing their expiring,” said Dr. Lynn as she walked out from the environment controls
“Something else, but what?” pondered Dr. Harding. He packed up what tools him and Dr. Lynn needed.
“Lets go to Wu and see those reports for ourselves, maybe the numbers hold the key,” Dr. Lynn supposed. She looked around once more around the basement and noticed that the Carnotaurus wasn’t in her viewpoint. She walked over to the cage.
“What are you looking at?” asked Dr. Harding, as he and the tree workers still followed him.
“The Carnotaurus, its gone!” exclaimed Dr. Lynn. She scanned the cage, thinking maybe it’s behind all the foliage.
“What do mean gone?” asked Dr. Harding, “That creature is over ten feet tall, it couldn’t just disappear. He unlocked the cage door, motioning to the three workers, “Jorge, Jose, Pedro. Check out the inside.”
They nodded and went inside. The three explored the forty be forty-foot cage, going through the undergrowth and around the mini pond. Pedro yelled to Dr Harding, “Nothing is here Senior Harding!”
“Come back out then and we will have to figure that out later because there still is that death rate problem that we need to ask more about from Dr. Wu,” explained Dr. Harding.
Heading up the final ramp Dr. Lynn turned to ask a question to the workers, but Pedro was missing. “Where is Pedro?” asked Dr. Lynn looking around.
“I don’t know maybe he forgot some of his equipment Seniorita Lynn,” answered Jorge.
“Don’t worry he is fine by himself down there,” mentioned Jose.
“Still…..” contemplated Dr. Lynn. That missing Carnotaurus still lingered in her mind. She felt it there, but not there. She shook it off and thought more on the problem with the deaths of the other dinos.
In the very bottom of the holding site, blood dripped from invisible jaws.
1/2/02 10:02:11 PM
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