The Lost World: Jurassic Park Chapter 1: Isla Sorna, a jurassic park fanfic

- - CHAPTER 1: Isla Sorna - -

TROPICAL ISLAND DAY

A blue ocean STRETCHES out towards a large island, surrounded by clouds in the distance.

The wind WHISTLES as a legend tries to place us - -

Isla Sorna - 87 Miles Southwest Of Isla Nublar - 1997

- - but to us it's still the middle of nowhere.

TROPICAL LAGOON DAY

A white, 135 foot luxury yacht floats upon the CHURNING waves, anchored just offshore in a tropical lagoon. The beach is a stunning crescent of sand at the jungle fringe, utterly deserted.

Two ship hands, dressed in white sailing uniforms, have set up a picnic table with three chairs on the sand and are carefully laying out luncheon service - - fine china, silver, crystal decanters with red and white wine.

Another crew member carrying a bottle of Perrier-Jouet French champagne begins to pour the bottle into one of two gold-rimmed crystal flukes sitting on the table.

Mrs. Bowman, painfully thin, with the perpetually surprised look of a woman who's had her eyes done more than once, supervises the setting of the table.

Fabulous! Thank you Geoffrey. She said in a British accent.

You're welcome.

Geoffrey finishes pouring the wine into one of the flukes and sets the bottle into a fancy glass container filled with ice.

We'll also take a bottle of red, as well. Thank you.

Geoffrey picks up the full fluke and begins to walk away.

Certainly.

Paul Bowman, fortyish and also British, sits in a heavily padded wooden chaise lounge off to the side, reading a newspaper, Financial Times.

Geoffrey walks over to Mr. Bowman

He looks up. Geoffrey hands him the fluke of wine.

Thank you, Mr. Bernard.

You're welcome.

Another crew member walks up to little Cathy Bowman, seven or eight years old, with a tray of sandwiches. He bends down to offer her one. She takes it.

Thank you.

Mrs. Bowman looks up and sees Cathy wandering off down the beach.

Sweetie, where are you going?

Eating my sandwich. Looking for shells.

You'll ruin your appetite, darling. We're having prawns, your favorite.

I don't like prawns!

Cathy continues to walk along the beach, away from her mother.

Cathy! Don't wander off!

Cathy keeps wandering.

Come back! You can look for shells right here!

Cathy gestures, pretending she can't hear.

Mr. Bowman looks up from his newspaper with a grim face, disturbed. Lowering his fluke, he peers over at Mrs. Bowman and smirks.

For God's sake, leave her alone, Deidre.

Mr. Bowman looks down at his paper. Mrs. Bowman still follows close behind her daughter, arguing with her.

Sweetheart, we'll play with your ball.

Mother, don't be so annoying!

Cathy continues to walk off, leaving her mother behind. Her mother stands, dumbfounded. Mrs. Bowman turns around and walks over to Mr. Bowman, who still is sitting in the wooden lounge.

What about snakes?

There's no snakes on the beach. Let her have fun, for once.

Mrs. Bowman considers the idea, and begins to walk away. She walks over to the small table with the bottle holder and empty fluke setting on top. She looks up and calls to a crew member.

Edward!

Yes ma'am?

FURTHER DOWN THE BEACH,

Cathy Bowman skips along the other side of the beach, humming. Sandwich in hand, she bends down and picks up a small vine growing along the shoreline to look at it. She drops it.

She continues to walk, kicking up sand for fun. As she gets closer to the dense foliage of the forest, she takes a large bite of her sandwich, chewing it. A RUSTLING sound draws her attention, and she turns, toward where the thick jungle foliage gives way to the sand.

A large bush, maybe twelve feet tall, is moving, its branches SWAYING and SHAKING. Curious, Cathy walks up to the bush, which abruptly stops moving.

A small, lizard-like animal, dark green with brown stripes along its back, and a yellow underbelly steps out from the bush. Only about a foot tall, it stands on its hind legs, balancing on its thick tail. It walks upright, bobbing its head like a chicken.

Well, hello there!

The animal, a Procompsognathus, just stares at her. Cathy squats down on her haunches.

What are you? A little lizard or something?

She opens her hand, revealing her sandwich.

Are you hungry? Here, take a bite.

She tears off a piece of her sandwich and offers it to the Procompsognathus. The Procompsognathus peers at the food and CHIRPS.

It's roast beef. It's good.

Cathy holds the offering closer to the animal.

The Procompsognathus bobs forward a few steps, cautiously.

Come on. I won't hurt you.

The Procompsognathus draws closer. Cathy holds the food in the palm of her hand. The Procompsognathus gets closer still - -

- - and hops nimbly up onto Cathy's palm. Her arm dips a bit under the weight, but it's not that heavy, and she holds it up easily. The Procompsognathus sniffs the food, then takes it and swallows it down.

Enchanted, Cathy breaks into an enormous grin and turns her head, calling back over her shoulder.

Mummy! Daddy! You gotta come see this! I found something!

Holding her sandwich up by her side, Cathy looks back around to the animal. She begins to frown and becomes alert.

Thirty more Procompsognathus' have come out onto the sand. They're standing there, bobbing anxiously, staring at her from a few feet away.

More WARBLING and CHIRPING sounds come from the bushes in front of her. She cautiously peers from side to side. More Procompsognathus' jump from the underbrush toward her.

She turns her head slowly to the right. Twenty more Procompsognathus' have come in from that side, forming a semi-circle, bobbing and CHIRPING as they surround her.

Wh-what do you guys want?

She quickly jumps to her feet as they begin to join all around her. They're looking for food.

BACK ON THE BEACH,

A crew member cautiously places a nicely-prepared ham onto the table. The table is filled with fine chef-prepared delicacies. Mrs. Bowman looks up, holding her hat so that the wind doesn't blow it off.

Cathy, darling. Lunch is ready!

FURTHER DOWN THE BEACH,

The Procompsognathus' aggressively surround Cathy Bowman on the beach, peering up at her. Cathy suspects it's the sandwich they're after.

Are you looking at this?

The animals continue to circle her.

I'm afraid there isn't enough to go around.

One Procompsognathus leaps up at Cathy, trying to take the sandwich from her hand.

Cathy SCREAMS, throwing the sandwich to the ground. A few of the Procompsognathus begin to devour it, but more Procompsognathus still surround Cathy. A few Procompsognathus begin to lunge at Cathy. She SCREAMS again.

BACK ON THE BEACH,

Mr. Bowman throws his newspaper down, and listens. Cathy's SCREAMS are barely audible. Mrs. Bowman and the crew stop what they're doing and listen, too. Cathy's SCREAMING can still be heard.

Paul? Mrs. Bowman asked.

From around the curve of the beach, a flock of birds bolts from the jungle trees as Cathy's shrill SCREAM suddenly pierces the air. Mr. Bowman hurls himself out of the chase lounge and runs out in front of Mrs. Bowman and the crew to investigate.

Cathy?!

Another shrill SCREAM suddenly pierces the air

Mrs. Bowman takes off, running down the beach, Mr. Bowman leaps right behind her, and all available deckhands race off to help, kicking up geysers of sand behind them.

They come to the other side of the beach, following Cathy's footprints.

Hurry! Hurry up! Mrs. Bowman screamed.

Cathy! Mr. Bowman screamed.

The crew runs into the woods where Cathy is being attacked. Mrs. Bowman stops dead in her tracks when she rounds the bend in the beach. We don't see what she sees, only hear the frenzied SQUEAKING of the strange Procompsognathus. Mr. Bowman and the deckhands race past her to help Cathy as Mrs. Bowman lets loose a horrified, slack-jawed SCREAM, her mouth a perfect oval.

BOARD ROOM DAY

Mrs. Bowman's screaming face dissolves slowly over the yawning face of a board Corporate Executive. Twenty other Executives sit around a conference table in the boardroom of a monied corporation.

All are in expensive suits, most are over sixty. There are a few backbencher too, lawyers and support staff. Empty coffee cups and fast food containers on the table hint that everyone's been here for a long time.

Outside large plate glass windows, the skyline of downtown San Diego is visible, rising up over the ocean, which glitters in the Southern California sunlight.

A familiar voice resounds as we move down the long table, past the grim faces of the Board Members.

The hurricane seemed like a disaster at the time, but now I think about it as a blessing, nature's way of freeing those animals from their human confines. Of giving them another chance to survive, but this time as they were meant to, without man's interference.

The source of the voice is John Hammond, the founder of InGen and creator of Jurassic Park. But he's not in the room. His image is on a closed circuit T.V. screen, which has been wheeled up to the end of the table. And he doesn't look too good. He's terribly infirmed, propped up in bed, his face pale and drawn, medical equipment BEEPING around him.

There are some corporate issues that are not about the bottom line. We have so much still to learn about those creatures. A whole world of intricate, interlocking behaviors, vanished everywhere - - except for Site B. Please. Let's not do what is good for some men at the expense of what is best for all mankind.

A Senior Board Member, seventyish, nods to the television.

Thank you, Mr. Hammond. Mr. Ludlow?

He turns to Peter Ludlow, late thirties, bespectacled, a man with the anxious look of someone who insists the buck stop on his desk. Ludlow flips open a file, pulls out a stack of black and white eight by tens, and tosses them on the table.

We don't see the pictures, only the wincing faces of the Board Members as they pass them around.

These pictures were taken in a hospital in Costa Rica forty-eight hours ago, after a British family on a yacht cruise stumbled onto Site B. The little girl will be fine, but her parents, however, are wealthy, angry, and very fond of lawsuits. But that's hardly new to us, isn't it? He said in an accent similar to Hammond's

He takes a paper out from the file.

INVESTIGATION NOTES [JP93]

File No. #1201

SENSITIVE MATERIAL

Copying And Redistribution Of This Material Is Strictly Prohibited

San Diego, CA 1996

Investigation Notes

LOC: Jurassic Park - Isla Nublar

INTERNAL EYES ONLY

Employee [-] proceeded to initiate a premeditated attack on the park systems which were sabotaged by a deep coded virus [wht_rbt. obj] resulting in a loss of power to security systems and the secondary back-up generator to the COLD EMBRYO STORAGE room.

Evidence obtained during 1994 clean-up suggests the insulated pipes which transferred liquid nitrogen (LN2) to the embryo storage units, which were also severed during sabotage. This caused a considerable rise in temperature resulting in a loss of all viable embryos at Nublar resort.

ADDITIONAL

Extensive water damage from burst pipe leading to the artificial lake outside Visitor Center also caused considerable damage to embryo storage units and to the exposed foundations within the lower level of the building. One embryo storage unit was completely buckled from the force of the flooding resulting in the remaining embryos being washed away. Investigations into what caused the pipe to burst have yet to reach a conclusive answer however MINOR TECTONIC ACTIVITY was suggested. [PENDING FURTHER INFORMATION]

MOTIVE: UNKNOWN

The exact motives behind the sabotage are still unclear.

However an examination into employee's [-] potential involvement with corporate espionage is still underway after Park Veterinarian [-] disclosed information in personal report suggesting embryos were stolen in an effort to sell to competing companies. International Genetic Technologies private and legal teams are currently investigating further.

LOCATION OF DECEASED EMPLOYEE

The remains of [-] were discovered during 1994 clean-up located outside Dilophosaurus Paddock tunnel leading toward the EAST DOCK. Postmortem concluded the cause of death as -

For full report see files

NO. #0214

NO. #0245

He flips the page

ASSET DAMAGES [NUBLAR]

Following 1993 Sabotage

DNA percentage based on viability for cloning

HERBIVORES

Stegosaurus

previous status: [✓] Active

current status: [✓] Active

DNA 100%

notes: Viable embryos were destroyed by sabotage of cold storage units and the remaining samples were lost due to water damage. Despite this loss of valuable material on Nublar the animal is currently active on Isla Sorna.

Brachiosaurus

previous status: [✓] Active

current status: [✓] Active

DNA 100%

notes: Viable embryos destroyed by sabotage of cold storage units, and the remaining samples were lost due to water and temperature damage. Despite this loss of valuable material the animal is currently active on Isla Sorna and Nublar.

Parasaurolophus

previous status: [✓] Active

current status: [✓] Active

DNA 100%

Triceratops

previous status: [✓] Active

current status: [✓] Active

DNA 100%

notes: Viable embryos destroyed by sabotage of cold storage units, and the remaining samples were lost due to temperature damage. Despite this loss of valuable material the animal is currently active on Isla Sorna and Nublar.

He flips the page

Gallimimus

previous status: [✓] Active

current status: [✓] Active

DNA 100%

Corythosaurus

previous status: [O] Inactive

current status: [O] Inactive

DNA 97%

notes: Viable embryos destroyed by sabotage of cold storage units and water damage. Despite this loss of valuable material current DNA samples were retrieved during evacuation of Site B. Production of this asset are currently on hold until further notice. [PENDING UPDATE]

CARNIVORES

Baryonyx

previous status: [✓] Active

current status: [✓] Active

DNA 100%

notes: Viable embryos were destroyed by sabotage of cold storage units and the remaining samples were destroyed by temperature damage. Despite this loss of valuable material on Nublar the animal is currently active on Isla Sorna.

Tyrannosaurus Rex

previous status: [✓] Active

current status: [✓] Active

DNA 100%

Procompsognathus

previous status: [✓] Active

current status: [✓] Active

DNA 100%

He flips the page

Dilophosaurus

previous status: [✓] Active

current status: [✓] Active

DNA 100%

Velociraptor

previous status: [✘] - Killed during '93 incident

current status: [✓] Active

DNA 100%

Metriacanthosaurus

previous status: [O] Inactive

current status: [O] Inactive

DNA 71%

notes: Viable embryos were destroyed by sabotage of cold storage units and the remaining samples were lost due to water damage. Current DNA samples were retrieved during evacuation of Site B. Production of this asset are currently on hold until further notice. [PENDING UPDATE]

Herrerasaurus

previous status: [✓] Active

current status: [O] Inactive

DNA 60%

notes: Previously active on Nublar. Four individuals were alive prior to the sabotage of park systems. — All were found dead during 1994 clean-up. Viable embryos were destroyed during sabotage of cold storage units and flooding. Current DNA samples were retrieved during evacuation of Site B. Production of this asset are currently on hold until further notice. [PENDING UPDATE]

Segisaurus

previous status: [O] Inactive

current status: [O] Inactive

DNA 48%

notes: Viable embryos were destroyed by sabotage of cold storage units. Current DNA samples were retrieved during evacuation of Site B. Production of this asset are currently on hold until further notice. [PENDING UPDATE]

He flips the page

Proceratosaurus

previous status: [O] Inactive

current status: [X] Terminated

DNA 0%

notes: Viable embryos were destroyed by sabotage of cold storage units and extensive water damage. DNA samples were lost during evacuation of Site B. Status has been set to TERMINATED until new DNA samples are discovered. [PENDING UPDATE]

NOTES: OPERATION CLEAN SWEEP CANCELED

REMAINING NUBLAR ASSETS ORGANIC/INORGANIC ABANDONED

PRESS/PUBLIC INFORMATION TO BE MONITORED AND REGULATED

ISLA NUBLAR/ISLA SORNA PRESS AVOIDANCE

Mr. Hammond wishes to remind all departments that Production Facilities will not be subject of any press release at any time.

IN HOUSE REFERENCE ONLY

UNDER PRESS/PUBLIC RELATIONS GUIDELINES

See file -

See SPECIES PROFILES [1.3] for further information on all ACTIVE/INACTIVE dinosaurs listed in asset catalogue

He flips the page

WRONGFUL DEATH SETTLEMENTS (partial list):

Family of Donald Gennaro, 36.5 million dollars

Family of John Raymond "Ray" Arnold, 23 million

Family of Robert Muldoon, 12.6 million.

Family of Ed Regis, 29 million

Damaged or destroyed equipment, 17.3 million

Demolition, de-construction, and disposal of Isla Nublar facilities, organic/inorganic, 126 million dollars.

The list goes on, gentlemen

He puts down the file.

- - research funding, media payoffs. Silence is expensive.

He's warming up. Not a bad performer.

This corporation has been bleeding from the throat for four years. You, our board of directors, have sat patiently and listened to ecology lectures while Mr. Hammond signed your checks and spent your money. You have watched your stock drop from seventy-eight and a quarter to nineteen flat with no good end in sight. And all along, we have held a significant product asset that we have attempted to hide, at great expense, when we could have safely harvested and displayed it for profit. Enormous profit.

He reaches out to a model on the table and gives it a shove, sending it sliding down the length of the table in front of them. It's a modern amphitheatre, with rows of cages built into the raked area under the seats. In the display area, there are tiny replicas of various kinds of dinosaurs; in the stands, Boy Scout troops and Tourists look in wonder.

You don't send people halfway around the world to a zoo, you bring the zoo to them. And this city is the perfect setting. People already associate San Diego with animal attractions - - Sea World, the San Diego Zoo. Mr. Hammond knew that, he started construction on the amphitheater - - He gestures, to the model - - right here, in the InGen Waterfront Complex, but he abandoned it in favor of something far grander and, ultimately, impossible. And so the facility sits unused, unfinished, when it could be completed and ready to receive visitors in two to four weeks. Gentlemen, this could generate enough income to wipe out four years of lawsuits and damage control and unpleasant infighting, enough to not only send our stock back to where it was but to double it. And the one thing, the only thing standing between us and this asset is a born-again naturalist who happens to be our own C.E.O. Believe me, I do not enjoy having to say these things about my own uncle. But I don't work for Mother Nature. I work for you.

Two of his Backbenchers distribute documents from a stack. Ludlow takes one and reads from it.

"Whereas the Chief Executive Officer has engaged in wasteful and negligent business practices to further his own personal environmental beliefs - - Whereas these practices have affected the financial performance of the company by incurring significant losses - - Whereas the shareholders have been materially harmed by theses losses - - Thereby, be it resolved that John Parker Hammond should be removed from the office of Chief Executive Officer, effective immediately." I move the resolution be put to an immediate vote. Do I have a second?

I second the motion. Mr. Maguire, please poll the members by a show of hands. Another Board Member said.

The Senior Board Member sighs heavily, feeling like a traitor. He can't bear to look at Hammond on the T.V. monitor.

All those in favor of InGen Corporate Resolution 213C, please signify your approval by raising your right hand.

It starts slowly, guiltily, but every hand in the room goes up. Ludlow sits back, victorious. Hammond, furious, raises his right hand, which holds a remote control, and points it at the T.V. screen. It goes blank.