"Sector 4, those juvenile Triceratops are going at it again." A voice said over the radio in Jurassic World's control room. "Should I tranq them or are you sending someone over to take care of this?"

"Yeah go ahead and tranq them." Another voice replied.

Claire walked into the control room near fellow employees Vivian Krill and Lowery Cruthers.

"What's the live count?" Claire asked.

"22,216." Vivian said.

"Any incidents?" Claire asked.

"Yea, six kids in the lost and found, uh, twenty-eight down with heat stroke..." Lowery said.

"Where did you get that?" Claire's voice had an air of concern.

"Oh this?" Lowery asked. He pointed at the t-shirt he wore under a button up shirt. The t-shirt had a similar logo to Jurassic World's logo, but with a black and red color scheme. Instead of "Jurassic World", the logo said, "Jurassic Park".

In 1933, an incident occured on Isla Nublar with a theme park called Jurassic Park. Officially, three people were killed, and three were missing. Rumors in Costa Rica mentioned more deaths, but InGen denied those rumors.

The park was abanonded for nine years before Masrani Corporation began construction of Jurassic World in 1942.

"I got it from a fisherman in Costa Rica." Lowery explained. "Yeah, it's pretty amazing. I got it for twenty bucks, but some people ask up to a hundred dollars."

"Didn't occur to you maybe that's in poor taste?" Claire asked.

"Sure." Lowery said. "Yeah, no, I did, I understand people died, it was terrible. But that first park was amazing. I, I have a lot of respect for it. They didn't need these genetic hybrids, they just needed dinosaurs, real dinosaurs. That's kind of enough..."

"Okay, don't wear it again." Claire said sternly.

"Yeah, wasn't gonna." Lowery said.

"Did you close the deal?" Vivian asked.

"Looks like it." Claire said. "Kellogg's presents: The Indominus rex."

"Ugh, that is so terrible." Lowery said. "Why not just go the distance, Claire, and just let these corporations name the dinosaurs? They've got all the ball parks, why stop there?"

On the front wall of the control room was a large map of Isla Nublar. Lightbulbs marked various sectors, attractions, and buildings.

One sector was lighted red.

"Why are the West Plains closed?" Claire asked.

"Another Pachy roaming outside its zone." Vivian explained. "But he's fully sedated and ready for relocation."

"Coca-Coladon...Chevyopteryx." Lowery said to himself, envisioning various corporate named dinosaurs.

"Security said the electricity barriers were a no-fail, that's the second time this month." Claire said, annoyed.

"Well, the Pachys short out their implants when they butt heads." Vivian explained.

"How much longer until they get it out of there?" Claire asked.

"He just got fifty milligrams of Narcobarbital." Vivian said.

"Yes, he's very blitzed right now." Lowery said. "So why don't we show a little sympathy."

Claire gave Lowery a look.

"I mean you do understand these are actual animals, right?" Lowery asked.

"Clean up your workspace. It's...chaotic." Claire said.

"I like to think of it as a living system." Lowery said. "Just enough stability to keep it from collapsing into anarchy." He began adjusting a toy dinosaur among the several he had at his workstation.

Claire noticed the accident about to happen, so she nudged Lowery's trashcan closer as he unwittingly knocked over his soda cup which fell into the trashcan.

Lowery quickly picked it up and placed it back on his worktable.

As Claire left the control room, a voice on the radio said, "Inbound chopper, Jurassic 001. ETA five minutes."