Here's the prologue for my reimagined/ remake series for Prehistoric Park! Instead of doing multiple stories I'll just put all the chapters in one giant story. If it was a dinosaur by the end it would be larger than Argentinasaurus! Enjoy!
Prologue
John Hammond woke up as the man sat down on the chair by his bed. Although the room was pitch black he knew who the man was: wildlife explorer Nigel Marvin. The perfect man for the job.
"Good evening Nigel," he croaked with happiness. As he did so he coughed again, it was another bad one.
"Thank you for having me Mr Hammond. May I ask about the job?"
"Of course my boy!" He was so eager. He could not wait to see his face. "Nigel please can you take that box on my desk over there and place it on my bed here."
When Nigel obliged Hammond couldn't help but smile. All his dreams were to come true because of what was in this box. Nigel stared avidly at the curious object inside. It was palm sized, chrome in colour and was in the exact shape of a tear drop. Near to the point of the device was a grey coloured button.
"This little device Nigel will shape your future. During the first years of the Cold War I met with a remarkable man who everyone knows, Albert Einstein. Through his expertise and another physicist called Julius Oppenheimer we made this. Well when I say we there was another man but we never properly saw him. Curious fellow but a genius, even more so than Einstein. Always wore this leather trench coat and what I think was a motorcycle helmet all the time. The helmet had mandarin like lettering vertically written on it in green scripture. Funnily enough he was called the Green Stripe."
He started laughing but then grabbed his chest and coughed violently. Nigel quickly passed him a glass of water.
"Thank you. Eventually in 1950 this was perfected. Nigel trust me but this is a time/space portal and to prove it name a time and place. Any time and place will do."
Nigel laughed but answered. Probably to appease the ramblings of an old man afflicted with dementia for the last decade. "Outside the Washington Memorial, August 28th 1963."
Hammond flipped over the device and typed in the needed destination as simply as someone typing something into a calculator. It made a bleeping sound and he pointed it next to Nigel. A thin mist emerged from the tip and formed an ethereal, shimmering orb in front of him.
"Go on place your face in the portal."
Nigel did as asked and gasped. His body was in the bedroom of scientist John Hammond but his face was in the August sun, a crowd of hundreds screaming with applause and the voice of one of the greatest men in history.
"I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream. I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: 'We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal.' I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood. I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice. I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the colour of their skin but by the content of their character. I have a dream today. I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Alabama, little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers. I have a dream today."
"Oh my God!" Nigel gasped.
"Indeed," Hammond smiled "We invented it to stop the Manhattan Project and stop a certain megalomaniac coming to power in Germany but it never came to avail. Einstein died shortly after completion, Green Stripe vanished and Oppenheimer was too busy with his family. It lay forgotten for a while but I recovered it in the seventies and tried to experiment. It turns out you are not allowed to change history but you can take things from the past which did not have a massive impact on the future to the present. Tell me Nigel do you know what my interest is?"
"Same as mine Mr Hammond: animals and prehistory. Mr Hammond?"
"Hold on. During the eighties I bought an island chain off the coast off of Costa Rice with genetics in mind, Jurassic Park is was going to be called. However, Ingen forced me out and my islands' been sitting there ever since, protected from the outside by a cliff from the sea circling the chain. Five years ago I was diagnosed with lung cancer. Then I decided to do it myself. I'm still a billionaire you know. A nature reserve for the long gone."
"Mr Hammond do you want me to be a consultant for a prehistoric nature reserve?"
"A consultant? Don't be foolish Nigel that will be a massive waste of your talent! No I want you to run it, rescue extinct animals and choose what will populate the reserve. If you can film it with a narrator that I have on board. Your team will consist of Robert Arthur as game warden, he's worked for every reserve, park, aquarium and zoo running. Suzanne McNab possibly the greatest vet ever, expert in birds, mammals, reptiles, fish and anything else with a respiratory system. Your assistant will be Chiyo Ishado, I believ my old friend Green Stripe recommended her. I know it's sudden but will you be interested? You'll have to live there and I've talked to your family, (well leaving out a few details) and they're wanting to move there. The Costa Rican government even will give you citizenship."
He could tell however that Nigel was in at 'Don't be foolish'. He looked exactly like a child.
"Of course Mr Hammond! When do you want me to start?"
"Well the plane sets off at midnight. Better get packing."
"Thank you Mr Hammond but before I go is there any species that you want me to start off with?"
"One springs to mind: Tyrannosaurus Rex. Now come on my boy you have a plane to catch!"
Thanks for reading and the first true chapter will be a remake of T Rex returns!