"How many more examples do you need?"
At a provisional committee hearing, faces that should never have met again were gathered once more. Ian Malcolm sat in the chairman's seat, delivering his dissonant, sobering perspective.
"How many times must the same words be repeated?"
…
Raindrops drummed against the metal skin. The engine roared beneath them. Wipers clicked in steady rhythm, carving brief windows through the storm.
"We have crossed too many boundaries that were never meant to be crossed... Our home has been utterly contaminated by our own greed and lust for power."
A massive truck thundered through the torrential rain, its tires kicking up curtains of water meters high as it tore down the asphalt.
Seconds later, light, rapid footsteps followed. Two Velociraptors splashed through the puddles left in the truck's wake, relentless in their pursuit.
"Genetic power is a Pandora's Box. Once opened, catastrophe is inevitable."
Inside the truck, Mills was seething over Wheatley's attempt to extort a higher price, only to have the mercenary press a revolver firmly against his jaw.
At this moment, Mills had nothing left. He couldn't pay the ransom. Unless...
"From the moment the first de-extinct dinosaur was born, this shift was destined to be unavoidable."
The steering wheel spun. The truck drifted into a violent side-skid. The inertia slammed Wheatley against the window, and Mills began a desperate scramble to seize the revolver.
"We always assume that a so-called mutation is an outlier, a freak deviation from the order of things, like a car crash."
The truck flipped, skidding to a halt in the center of the road. The container housing the Ankylosaurus broke free, its metal hide screeching as it ground against the asphalt, throwing off a shower of sparks.
"Or the irreversible finality of a terminal illness."
The demon in Mills' heart took full control. As firelight flickered through the shattered windshield, five consecutive gunshots rang out.
"But we fail to realize that monumental, irrational change is actually happening every single second of every single day."
Blood from the crash matted Mills' hair. He kicked open the top door of the cab and crawled out, revolver in hand, falling onto the hard, wet road.
The rain poured down, soaking his clothes. He leaned weakly against the side of the overturned truck. As two silhouettes slowly materialized through the storm, he raised the revolver with trembling hands and aimed.
"I assure you all, this is our reality."
Click click…
Mills stared in horror as he swung the cylinder open, finding it empty. The revolver held only five rounds. The first had been spent on Charlie.
The footsteps drew closer. Mills looked up one last time.
"Change is happening... From now on, humans and dinosaurs will have to find a way to coexist."
Blue and Echo, recognizing the familiar revolver, shared a series of low chirps. They lunged forward, disemboweling him where he lay.
"These creatures were here long before us."
The leader of the Allosaurus pack, accompanied by his sole remaining companion, reached the West Coast of the United States. Standing atop a jagged cliffside, they unleashed a high-pitched cry toward a home that was both familiar and alien.
"And if we are not careful, it is we who shall disappear next."
Carlo poked his head out from a dense thicket, staring at the glittering lights of a sprawling human city. He chose to take the long way around.
"We must learn to adapt to these... unimaginable threats."
A silhouette as imposing as a main battle tank emerged. Herbivores far larger than any modern native species drove off a herd of foraging deer, seizing the habitat for their own.
A Tyrannotitan smashed through a perimeter fence, escaping into the boundless wasteland. An Acrocanthosaurus stalked through the deep woods; driven by hunger, it had no choice but to begin hunting modern wildlife.
"Humanity has entered a new era."
Owen lay prone behind a fallen log, peering through binoculars at the family of "King of Feathers" in the distance.
"Welcome… to Jurassic World."
…
On a narrow forest road, Carlo ran swiftly along the asphalt. Compared to the tangled forest, the human road was far better suited for his rapid pace.
"Guys, I think I just saw a Pterosaur."
Brooklynn was tearing down a wooded path on her motorcycle. Her helmet's headset was tuned to the private channel of the "Camp Cretaceous" Six. Even after all these years, they had never lost touch.
"Are you having a relapse? If you need treatment, I know a good place," Yaz joked. Ever since escaping Isla Nublar, Yaz's mental state had been fragile; nightmares of dangerous dinosaurs haunted her sleep, and she only found peace by the lakeside.
"No, guys, I'm serious. There was a massive influx of people at Lockwood Manor last night. Something... isn't right."
Always the one with an ear for trending topics, Brooklynn had picked up on the anomalies through her personal channels long before the news hit the mainstream.
As the road hit a sharp curve, a thunderous footfall echoed nearby. Brooklynn realized something was close. She slowed her bike to lean into the turn and bid the others a hasty farewell.
"Gotta go, guys. Talk soon."
"Bye~"
Brooklynn checked her handlebar-mounted camera, ensuring it was recording.
Lean, turn...
A colossal shadow eclipsed her instantly. A foot capable of crushing ten of her missed her head by inches, slamming into the ground with bone-shaking force.
Dazed, Brooklynn lost control of the bike. The motorcycle slid out, and she was thrown to the pavement. Fortunately, she was obsessed with safety and was wearing full protective gear.
Ignoring the stinging pain, she ripped off her helmet and looked back.
All she saw was the tip of a massive tail vanishing into the forest. The surrounding trees swayed as several other gargantuan shapes moved through the woods, predators she hadn't even sensed until they were upon her.
Absolutely terrifying...
Tszzz…
She reconnected to the group call.
"Brooklynn? You're back—"
"Guys... do you remember the Lord?"
The Six seemed to have their own special designation for Carlo, though it fit him perfectly.
"Of course we remember. Why bring him up now?"
"He's here..."
"Here... where?"
"In our world."
…
Inside Lockwood Manor, a door creaked open. Iris walked out slowly, sighing as she looked at the now-empty villa. She had served the Lockwood family for years. Whether by luck or misfortune, Old Lockwood had passed before her, and the younger Lockwood, Eli, was nowhere to be found.
She picked up a broom, intending to give the house one final cleaning before she left for good.
Thud!
The front doors were kicked in. Several men in tactical uniforms, looking decidedly dangerous, stormed into the foyer, startling Iris.
"Who are you people?!"
"InGen, ma'am. There is a suspected presence of illegal biological assets in the Lockwood basement. We are here to secure the premises."
Another operative walked in and spoke to the leader. "No sign of his tracks..."
"His?"
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