Dennis Nedry was already late.
He was meant to be at the East Dock 10 minutes ago. And now he’d just knocked over the only sign pointing toward his destination, after loosing control of his Jeep Wrangler on the wet ground.
Dennis Nedry was already late.
He was meant to be at the East Dock 10 minutes ago. And now he’d just knocked over the only sign pointing toward his destination, after loosing control of his Jeep Wrangler on the wet ground.
Picking it up, Nedry realised the sign was broken, and in a fit of rage, he spun the now useless directional arrow. The chance of the arrow coming to rest in the right direction were minute. The force of the driving rain upon every single tiny indentation and imperfection on the surface of the wood could have led to thousands if not millions of outcomes in another time, in other universes. Such small changes can never be repeated, but vastly effect the outcome. However, by this random, chaotic chance, the sign pointed left - toward the East Dock. Only a chaotician could even begin to estimate the infinitesimal chance this had of occurring.
Nedry eventually managed to reach his contact at the dock, handing over the Barbosol can full of embryos just in time. He made it back to the Visitor Centre and reactivated the security systems, chalking the outage up to the storm. The endorsement team returned from the tour, fatigued but unaware of the destructive fate that could have befallen them.
Despite no fatal incidents occurring during their visit, the park did not receive the endorsement Hammond’s investors required. There was a consensus amongst the visiting scientists that the park needed work. The animals were sickly, the control systems weak. It was agreed amongst the InGen board to delay the opening of the park.
Hammond insisted on having Drs. Grant, Sattler and Malcolm return to Isla Nublar - recognising the expertise in their fields as invaluable to the park’s success...