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I’m afraid visitors will think the dinosaurs look speeded up, like film running too fast.” “But, Henry, these are real dinosaurs. You said so yourself.” “I know,” Wu said. “But we could easily breed slower, more domesticated dinosaurs.” “Domesticated dinosaurs?” Hammond snorted. “Nobody wants domesticated dinosaurs, Henry. They want the real thing.” “But that’s my point,” Wu said. “I don’t think they do. They want to see their expectation, which is quite different.” Hammond was frowning. “You said yourself, John, this park is entertainment,” Wu said. “And entertainment has nothing to do with reality. Entertainment is antithetical to reality.” Hammond sighed. “Now, Henry, are we going to have another mbt online one of those abstract discussions? You know I like to keep it simple. The dinosaurs we have now are real, and-” “Well, not exactly,” Wu said. He paced the living room, pointed to the monitors. “I don’t think we should kid ourselves. We haven’t re-created the past here. The past is gone. It can never be re-created. What we’ve done is reconstruct the past-or at least a version of the past. And I’m saying we can make a better version.” “Better than real?” “Why not?” Wu said. “After all, these animals are already modified. We’ve inserted genes to make them patentable, and to make them lysine dependent. And we’ve done everything we can to promote growth, and accelerate development into adulthood.” Hammond shrugged. “That was inevitable. We didn’t want to wait. We have investors to consider.” “Of course. But I’m ‘ust saying, why stop there? Why not push ahead to make exactly the kind of dinosaur that we’d like to see? One that is more acceptable to visitors, and one that is easier for us to handle? A slower, more docile version for our park?” Hammond frowned. “But then the dinosaurs wouldn’t be real.” “But they’re not real now,” Wu said. “That’s what I’m trying to tell you. There isn’t any reality here.” He shrugged helplessly. He could see he wasn’t getting through. Hammond had never been interested in technical details, and the essence of the argument was technical. How could he explain to Hammond about the reality of DNA dropouts, the patches, the gaps in the sequence that Wu had been obliged to fill in, making the best guesses he could, but still, making guesses, The DNA of the dinosaurs was like old photographs that had been buy mbt shoes retouched, basically the same as the original but in some places repaired and clarified, and as a result- “Now, Henry,” Hammond said, putting his arm around Wu’s shoulder. “If you don’t mind my saying so, I think you’re getting cold feet. You’ve been working very hard for a long time, and you’ve done a hell of a job-a hell of a job-and it’s finally time to reveal to some people what you’ve <a href="http://www.theapparelend.com/men-jean-gucci-c-1003_1175.html"><strong>Gucci men casual pant on sale</strong></a> done. It’s natural to be a little nervous. To have some doubts. But I am convinced, Henry, that the world will be entirely satisfied. Entirely satisfied.” As he spoke, Hammond steered him toward the door. “But, John,” Wu said. “Remember back in ’87, when we started to build the containment devices? We didn’t have any full-grown adults yet, so we had to predict what we’d need- We ordered big taser shockers, cars with cattle prods mounted on them, guns that blow out electric nets. All built specially to our specifications. We’ve got a whole array of devices now and they’re all too slow. We’ve got to make some adjustments. You know that Muldoon wants military equipment: TOW missiles and laser-guided devices?” “Let’s leave Muldoon out of this,” Hammond said. “I’m not worried. It’s just a zoo, mbt shoes clearance Henry.” The phone rang, and Hammond went to answer it. Wu tried to think of another way to press his case. But the fact was that, after five long years, Jurassic Park was nearing completion, and John Hammond lust wasn’t listening to him any more. There had been a time when Hammond listened to Wu very attentively. Especially when he had first recruited him, back in the days when Henry Wu was a twenty-eight-year-old graduate student getting his mbt shop uk doctorate at Stanford in Norman Atherton’s tab. Atherton’s death had thrown the lab into confusion as well as mourning; no one knew what would happen to the funding or the doctoral programs. There was a lot of uncertainty; people worried about their careers. Two weeks after the funeral, John Hammond came mbt discount to see Wu. Everyone in the lab knew that Atherton had had some association with Hammond, although the details were never clear. But Hammond had approached Wu with a directness Wu never forgot. “Norman always said you’re the best geneticist in his lab,” he said. “What are your plans now?” “I don’t know. Research.” “You want a university appointment?” “Yes.” “That’s a mistake,” Hammond said briskly. “At least, if you respect your talent.” Wu had blinked. “Why?” “Because, let’s face facts,” Hammond said. “Universities are no longer the intellectual centers of the country. The very idea is preposterous. Universities are the backwater. Don’t look so surprised. I’m not saying anything you don’t know. Since World War II, all the really important discoveries have come out of private laboratories. The laser, the transistor the polio vaccine, the microchip, the hologram, the personal computer, magnetic resonance imaging, CAT scans-the list goes on and on. Universities simply aren’t where it’s happening any more. And they haven’t been for forty years. If you want to do something important in computers or genetics, you don’t go to a university. Dear me, no.” Wu found he was speechless. “Good heavens,” UK MBT Hammond said, “what must you go through to start a new project? How many grant applications, how many forms, how many approvals? The steering committee? The department chairman? The university resources committee? How do you get more work space if you need I . t? More assistants if you need them? How long does all that take? A brilliant man can’t squander precious time with forms and committees. Life is too short, and DNA too long. You want to make your mark. If you want to get something done, stay out of universities.” In those days, Wu desperately wanted to make his mark. John Hammond had his full attention. “I’m talking about work, ” Hammond continued. “Real accomplishment. What does a scientist need to work? He needs time, and he needs money. I’m talking about giving you a five-year commitment, and ten million dollars a year in funding. Fifty million dollars, <a href="http://www.theapparelend.com/men-shoes-c-1017.html"><strong>men casual shoes on sale</strong></a> and no one tells you how to spend it. You decide. Everyone else just gets out of your way.” It sounded too good to be true. Wu was silent for a long time. Finally he said, “In return for what?” “For taking a crack at the impossible,” Hammond said. “For trying something that probably can’t be done.” “What does it involve?” “I can’t give you details, but the general area involves cloning reptiles.” “I don’t think that’s impossible,” Wu said. ” mbt footwear Reptiles are easier than mammals. Cloning’s probably only ten, fifteen years off. Assuming some fundamental advances.” “I’ve got five years,” Hammond said. “And a lot of money, for somebody who wants to take a crack at it now.” “Is my work publishable?” “Eventually.” “Not immediately?” “But eventually publishable?” Wu asked, sticking on this point. Hammond had laughed. “Don’t worry. If you succeed, the whole world will know about what you’ve done, I promise you.” And now it seemed the whole world would indeed know, Wu thought. After five years of extraordinary effort, they were just a year mbt anti shoe away from opening the park to the public. Of course, those years hadn’t gone exactly as Hammond had promised. Wu had had some people telling him what to do, and many times fearsome pressures were placed on him. And the work itself had shifted-it wasn’t even reptilian cloning, once they began to understand that dinosaurs were so similar to birds. It was avian cloning, a very different proposition. Much more difficult. And mbt walking shoes for the last two years, Wu had been primarily an administrator, supervising teams of researchers and banks of computer-operated gene sequencers. Administration wasn’t the kind of work he relished. It wasn’t what he had bargained for. Still, he had succeeded. He had done what nobody really believed could be done, at least in so short a time. And Henry Wu thought that he should have some rights, some say in what happened, by virtue of his expertise and his efforts. Instead, he found his influence waning with each passing day. The dinosaurs existed. The procedures for obtaining them were worked out to cheap mbt shoes the point of being routine. The technologies were mature. And John Hammond didn’t need Henry Wu any more. “That should be fine,” Hammond said, speaking into the phone. He listened for a while, and smiled at Wu. “Fine. Yes. Fine.” He hung up. “Where were we, Henry?” “We were talking about phase two,” Wu said. “Oh yes. We’ve gone over some of this before, Henry-” “I know, but you don’t realize-” “Excuse me, Henry,” Hammond said, with an edge of impatience in his voice. “I do realize. And I must tell you frankly, Henry. I see no reason to improve upon reality. Every change we’ve made in the genome has been forced on us by law or necessity. We may make other changes in the future, to resist disease, or for other reasons. But I don’t think we should improve upon reality just because we think it’s better that way. We have real dinosaurs out there now. That’s what people want to see. And that’s what they should see. That’s our obligation, Henry. That’s honest, Henry.” And, smiling, Hammond opened the door for him to leave. Control Grant looked at all the computer monitors in the darkened control room, feeling irritable. Grant didn’t like computers. He knew that this made him old-fashioned, dated as a researcher, but he didn’t care. Some of the kids who worked for him had a real feeling for computers, an intuition. Grant never felt that. He found computers to be alien, mystifying machines mbt shoes uk . Even the fundamental distinction between an operating system and an application left him confused and disheartened, literally lost in a foreign geography he didn’t begin to comprehend. But he noticed that Gennaro was perfectly comfortable, and Malcolm seemed to be in his element, making little sniffing sounds, like a bloodhound on a trail. “You want to know about control mechanisms?” John Arnold said, turning in his chair in the control room. <a href="http://www.theapparelend.com/sport-shoes-air-max-women-c-998_1151.html"><strong>Air Max Presto women sport shoes</strong></a> The head engineer was a thin, tense, chain-smoking man of forty-five. He squinted at the others in the room. “We have unbelievable control mechanisms,” Arnold said, and lit another cigarette. “For example,” Gennaro said. “For example, animal tracking.” Arnold pressed a button on his console, and the vertical glass map lit up with a pattern of mbt shoes australia jagged blue lines. “That’s our juvenile T-rex. The little rex. All his movements within the park over the last twenty-four hours.” Arnold pressed the button again. “Previous twenty-four.” And again. “Previous twenty-four.” The lines on the map became densely overlaid, a child’s scribble. But the scribble was localized in a single area, near the southeast side of the lagoon. “You get a sense of his home range over time,” Arnold said. “He’s young, so he stays close to the water. And he stays away from the big adult rex. You put up the big rex and the little rex, and you’ll see cheap shoes mbt their paths never cross. “Where is the big rex right now?” Gennaro asked. Arnold pushed another button. The map cleared, and a single glowing spot with a code number appeared in the fields northwest of the lagoon. “He’s right there.” “And the little rex?” “Hell, I’ll show you every animal in the park,” Arnold said. The map began to light up like a Christmas tree, dozens of spots of light, each tagged with a code number. “That’s two hundred thirty-eight animals as of this minute.” “How accurate?” “Within five feet.” Arnold puffed on the cigarette. “Let’s put it this way: you drive out in a vehicle and you will find the animals right there, exactly as they’re shown on the map.” “How often is this updated?” “Every thirty seconds.” “Pretty impressive,” Gennaro said. “How’s it done?” “We have motion sensors all around the park,” Arnold said. “Most of ‘em hard-wired, some radio-telemetered. Of course, motion sensors won’t usually tell you the species, but we get image recognition direct off the video. Even when we’re not watching the video monitors, the computer is. And checking where everybody is.” “Does the computer ever make a mistake?” “Only with the babies. It mixes those up sometimes, because they’re such small images. But we don’t sweat that. The babies almost always stay close to herds of adults. Also you have the category tally.” “What’s that?” “Once every fifteen minutes, the
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