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In the lodge； John Hammond paced back and forth in Malcolm's room。 Hammond was impatient and unfortable。 Since marshaling the effort for his last outburst； Malcolm had slipped into a a； and now it appeared to Hammond that he might actually die。 Of course a helicopter had been sent for； but God knows when it would arrive。 The thought that Malcolm might die in the meantime filled Hammond with anxiety and dread。
And； paradoxically； Hammond found it all much worse because he disliked the mathematician so much。 It was worse than if the man were his friend。 Hammond felt that Malcolm's death； should it occur； would be the final rebuke； and that was more than Hammond could bear。
In any case； the smell in the room was quite ghastly。 Quite ghastly。 The rotten decay of human flesh。
〃Everything 。 。 。 parad 。 。 。〃 Malcolm said； tossing on the pillow。
〃Is he waking up？〃 Hammond said。
Harding shook his head。
〃What did he say？ Something about paradise？〃
〃I didn't catch it；〃 Harding said。
Hammond paced some more。 He pushed the window wider； trying to get some fresh air。 Finally； when he couldn't stand it； he said； 〃Is there any problem about going outside？〃
〃I don't think so； no；〃 Harding said。 〃I think this area is all right。〃
〃Well； look； I'm going outside for a bit。〃
〃All right；〃 Harding said。 He adjusted the flow on the intravenous antibiotics。
〃I'll be back soon。〃
〃All right。〃
Hammond left； stepping out into the daylight； wondering why he had bothered to justify himself to Harding。 After all； the man was his employee。 Hammond had no need to explain himself。
He went through the gates of the fence； looking around the park。 It was late afternoon； the time when the blowing mist was thinned； and the sun sometimes came out。 The sun was out now； and Hammond took it as an omen。 Say what they would； he knew that his park had promise。 And even if that impetuous fool Gennaro decided to burn it to the ground； it would not make much difference。
Hammond knew that in two separate vaults at InGen headquarters in Palo Alto were dozens of frozen embryos。 It would not be a problem to grow them again； on another island； elsewhere in the world。 And if there had been problems here； then the next time they would solve those problems。 That was how progress occurred。 By solving problems。
As he thought about it； he concluded that Wu had not really been the man for the job。 Wu had obviously been sloppy； too casual with his great undertaking。 And Wu had been too preoccupied with the idea of making improvements。 Instead of making dinosaurs； he had wanted to improve on them。 Hammond suspected darkly that was the reason for the downfall of the park。
Wu was the reason。
Also； he had to admit that John Arnold was ill suited for the job of chief engineer。 Arnold had impressive credentials； but at this point in his career he was tired； and he was a fretful worrier。 He hadn't been organized； and he had missed things。 Important things。
In truth； neither Wu nor Arnold had had the most important characteristic； Hammond decided。 The characteristic of vision。 That great sweeping act of imagination which evoked a marvelous park； where children pressed against the fences； wondering at the extraordinary creatures； e alive from their storybooks。 Real vision。 The ability to see the future。 The ability to marshal resources to make that future vision a reality。
No； neither Wu nor Arnold was suited to that task。
And； for that matter； Ed Regis had been a poor choice； too。 Harding was at best an indifferent choice。 Muldoon was a drunk。。 。 。
Hammond shook his head。 He would do better next time。
Lost in his thoughts； he headed toward his bungalow； following the little path that ran north from the visitor center。 He passed one of the workmen； who nodded curtly。 Hammond did not return the nod。 He found the Tican workmen to be uniformly insolent。 To tell the truth； the choice of this island off Costa Rica had also been unwise。 He would not make such obvious mistakes again…
When it came； the roar of the dinosaur seemed frighteningly close。 Hammond spun so quickly he fell on the path； and when he looked back he thought he saw the shadow of the juvenile T…rex； moving in the foliage beside the flagstone path； moving toward him。
What was the T…rex doing here？ Why was it outside the fences？
Hammond felt a flash of rage： and then he saw the Tican workman； running for his life； and Hammond took the moment to get to his feet and dash blindly into the forest on the opposite side of the path。 He was plunged in darkness… he stumbled and fell； his face mashed into wet leaves and damp earth； and he staggered back up to his feet； ran onward； fell again； and then ran once more。 Now he was moving down a steep hillside； and he couldn't keep his balance。 He tumbled helplessly； rolling and spinning over the soft ground； before finally ing to a stop at the foot of the hill。 His face splashed into shallow tepid water； which gurgled around him and ran up his nose。
He was lying face down in a little stream。
He had panicked！ What a fool！ He should have gone to his bungalow！ Hammond cursed himself。 As he got to his feet； he felt a sharp pain in his right ankle that brought tears to his eyes。 He tested it gingerly： it might be broken。 He forced himself to put his full weight on it； gritting his teeth。 Yes。
Almost certainly broken。
In the control room； Lex said to Tim； 〃I wish they had taken us with them to the nest。〃
〃It's too dangerous for us； Lex；〃 Tim said。 〃We have to stay here。 Hey； listen to this one。〃 He pressed another button； and a recorded tyrannosaur roar echoed over the loudspeakers in the park。
〃That's neat；〃 Lex said。 〃That's better than the other one；〃
〃You can do it； too；〃 Tim said。 〃And if you push this； you get reverb。〃
〃Let me try；〃 Lex said。 She pushed the button。 The tyrannosaur roared again。 〃Can we make it last longer？〃 she said。
〃Sure；〃 Tim said。 〃We just twist this thing here。〃
Lying at the bottom of the hill； Hammond heard the tyrannosaur roar； bellowing through the jungle。
Jesus。
He shivered； hearing that sound。 It was terrifying； a scream from some other world。 He waited to see what would happen。 What would the tyrannosaur do？ Had it already gotten that workman？ Hammond waited； hearing only the buzz of the jungle cicadas； until he realized he was holding his breath； and let out a long sigh。
With his injured ankle； he couldn't climb the hill。 He would have to wait at the bottom of the ravine。 After the tyrannosaur had gone； he would call for help。 Meanwhile； he was in no danger here。
Then he heard an amplified voice say； 〃e on； Timmy； I get to try it too。 e on。 Let me make the noise。〃
The kids！
The tyrannosaur roared again； but this time it had distinct musical overtones； and a kind of echo； persisting afterward。
〃Neat one；〃 said the little girl。 〃Do it again。〃
Those damned kids！
He should never have brought those kids。 They had been nothing but trouble from the beginning。 Nobody wanted them around…Hammond had only brought them because he thought it would stop Gennaro from destroying the resort； but Gennaro was going to do it anyway。 And the kids had obviously gotten into the control room and started fooling around…now； who had allowed that？
He felt his heart begin to race； and felt an uneasy shortness of breath。 He forced himself to relax。 There was nothing wrong。 Although he could not climb the hill； he could not be more than a hundred yards from his own bungalow； and the visitor center。 Hammond sat down in the damp earth； listening to the sounds in the jungle around him。 And then； after a while； he began to shout for help。
Malcolm's voice was no louder than a whisper。 〃Everything looks different 。 。 。 on the other side；〃 he said。
Harding leaned close to him。 〃On the other side？〃 He thought that Malcolm was talking about dying。
〃When 。 。 。 shifts；〃 Malcolm said。
〃Shifts？〃
Malcolm didn't answer。 His dry lips moved。 〃Paradigm；〃 he said finally。
〃Paradigm shifts？〃 Harding said。 He knew about paradigm shifts。 For the last two decades； they had