From The Memoirs of John Parker Hammond: Flawless

Posted: February 2, 2015 in Jurassic, Short Stories
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Excerpt from the Memoirs of John Parker Hammond

Do you know what it feels like to create something; to create something that has never been seen before, by anyone? That magical feeling of seeing what you’ve only dreamt about until that moment? I remember the day clearly in my mind. I reached out and held her in my hand. My eyes watered behind my glasses as I tried to keep my composure. My hands shook mildly as I held the fragile creature in them. She breathed in volumes of air, having struggled to break through the egg for so long. Her eyes remained closed as she sniffed the air around her.

It was a tremendous feeling, unlike any I had ever felt before. Something so wondrous and magnificent that words escaped me. I stood there like a fool, mouth gaping, as I held her. I didn’t dare look up at Henry, or any of the others for fear that I might miss the slightest movement by the creature.

The raptor turned slightly in my hand, and I could feel her surprising weight for such a small creature. Her small claws dug into my gloved hands as I held her, making me all the more cautious. This, I had thought, this is what it was like to be God. I eventually did look up, to Wu, with a smile on my face.

“My boy, you’ve done it.”

Of course all of that had come to a screaming halt years later.  I mean screaming quite literally. Surely you must know the story by now. Jurassic Park and International Genetic Technologies; the debacle that took place miles off the coast of Costa Rica in the Pacific. We did our best to keep it under wraps, and for the longest time it was. Ian Malcolm tried to “blow the lid” off InGen’s cover stories several times, and who could blame the man. He had been wronged, along with many others. But he signed a nondisclosure agreement before he had ever gone to the island forbidding him to talk about anything that happened there. Dr.Grant, Dr. Sattler, and even my grandchildren had to sign the same papers. Even I, the CEO of InGen, was sworn to secrecy. All had gone to Hell during those few days in 1993.

       Or so it seemed.

InGen had a dirty secret: Isla Sorna, site B. The island was mere miles away from Nublar, and a part of a chain of islands the natives called “the Five Deaths.”  InGen bought this island chain from the Costa Rican government the same time we purchased Nublar, for just pennies when you calculate the total cost it spent to actually make Jurassic Park become a reality. Out of all the islands in the chain, Sorna, was the biggest, with the best conditions of any of the five. The only thing that proposed a problem was the strong surf that crashed against the cliff sides, but around the island there were several beaches and river openings, ideal for boathouses and docks. And so Isla Sorna was to be the base of operations for everything to come. Isla Sorna became, essentially, InGen’s base of operations for the Jurassic Park project. This is where we did the true, hard work. It was the research station, not the theme park. Most of the animals were bred here first, and then later shipped to Nublar.

But, as if by an act of God, only a few months after the tragic incident that happened at Jurassic Park, hurricane Clarissa wiped out our facilities on Site B. Crew and staff were forced to evacuate immediately. All productivity ceased, and the animals eventually escaped their containment. A year later, in 1994, teams were sent to Sorna and Nublar to the extract files that had been left behind. On Nublar they were told destroy what they could, to keep as much as possible from the public eye. Some of the facilities were dismantled, vehicles and technological equipment sold for scrap. All that was taken away was basic files for records, building plans, blueprints, and maps. Thousands upon millions of dollars wasted, from building, then destroying, and paying people off to keep their mouths shut. Millions of dollars wasted in their attempts to bring back the most magnificent animals the world had ever known. As fast as dinosaurs had reappeared on this earth, they were wiped away by the very people who created them.

And for a while that was it. I retreated into solitude for some time after that, and suffered a stroke in the middle of 1996. After that, control over InGen began to slip from my grasp as my nephew Peter Ludlow took control. He preached  to our board that it would be possible to save our company from bankruptcy by “harvesting our assets” on Isla Sorna, something that at that time I was dead set against doing. I would have loved nothing more than to see my dreams come to fruition. But I knew that it would only remain just that, a dream. These poor animals, I felt, needed to be left alone. But I can’t blame the board for not seeing things that way. We were in trouble. Eventually the board relented and gave Peter total control over the company behind my back.

The rest, as they say, is history.  Because of what happened in 1997 the public now knows everything about Jurassic Park. Peter sent out his little camping trip, leading to the deaths of even more innocent people, and then there was the subsequent San Diego attack. Peter isn’t the only one at fault here. I had my own hand in this game at the time. Unlike Peter, though, who was set on extracting the dinosaurs, I thought that if I could simply document them I could rally public opinion to preserve them in their island habitat. That’s no excuse though. People died and I was just as guilty as anybody else, maybe even more so. My hands were stained.

InGen may as well have set fire to whatever money we had left. And none of us could leave. Every member of the board wanted to resign but clauses in their contracts kept them from doing so. And besides, nobody was going to want to hire them; nobody wanted to hire anyone from “the company of death.”

Competitors, like BioSyn, were poised and eagerly awaiting for InGen to fall into Chapter eleven, which we did. If there was ever a counter to the high I felt holding that first baby Velociraptor, it was the disgrace I felt when the final court hearing was over. Bankruptcy.  I had walked from the courtroom with my head held high, indignant with false pride that masked the horror and feelings of failure I truly felt. When I returned to the InGen headquarters phones were ringing off the hook, cubicles were emptied, and papers scattered across the floor. I stared in disbelief, before retreating to my private office, and wept.

* * *

 The following is an account of the events that took place after the death of J.P. Hammond, written by InGen’s 1997 C.E.O Edward D. Regis.

For latter part of 1997 Mr. Hammond’s health continued to decline, until he passed away in October. At the time InGen was at the center of a perpetual bidding war until we were finally bought out in December of that year.

I sat in my office, staring at a wall blindly. The office was littered with Christmas decorations, although I don’t think anyone was particularly festive that year. That was until a sharply dressed young Indian man with a folder and briefcase walked in. I knew exactly who he was. We shook hands after he entered my office, but I didn’t smile. He remained kind and polite though. Sitting across from me with a smile, he told me his vision for InGen. It started off very subtle. He extracted papers from the folder in his hand. The papers were littered with numbers, data, and lists. Everything he had in store for InGen regarding advancements in technology, and how there would be joint ventures with other sections in his company. How InGen could be used to jump start other projects around the world, and eventually I cut him off.

“Get to it,” I said sharply. “This isn’t why you bought my company.”

“You’re right, Mr. Regis, but all of this is just as important. It’s where we will make our money to rebuild.”

“Rebuild?” I asked flatly.

And that’s when he lifted another folder from his briefcase and slid it towards me. I opened it and stared at the contents in disbelief. One by one I removed the papers and plans, laying them out on my desk. I couldn’t believe it. It was all there, right in front of me. Not a single thing had been left out.

“But-”

“And I have already, for months now actually, been talking with your chief geneticist, Henry Wu. He’s been waiting for a second chance. He believes he can perfect the process this time, Mr. Regis, and even go beyond what InGen ever dreamed was possible. What John dreamed was possible.”

I looked up at the man, dumbstruck.

“Ed,” Simon Masrani said. “We can fix it.”

I looked back down at the papers, and knew that it was actually possible. Masrani spent the next hour and a half making a presentation with such showmanship that would have made even Mr. Hammond proud. And by the end, I knew. I knew we could do it again, and this time it could be a success. It almost worked last time. This time, though, it’ll be better. This time it’ll be flawless.

“Jurassic Park”, “The Lost World: Jurassic Park”, “Jurassic Park ///”, “Jurassic World” are Trademarks of Universal Studios, Legendary Pictures, and Amblin Entertainment.

Based off Characters Created by Michael Crichton

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