Jurassic Park by Michael Crichton Page A

countries that lacked sophistication about genetic research. Countries that perceived genetic engineering to be like any other high-tech development, and thus welcomed it to their lands, unaware of the dangers posed.
        "So that's why we began our investigation of InGen," Morris said. "About three weeks ago."
        "And what have you actually found?" Grant said.
        "Not much," Morris admitted. "When I go back to San Francisco, we'll probably have to close the investigation. And I think I'm about finished here." He started packing up his briefcase- "By the way, what does 'juvenile hyperspace' mean?"
        "That's just a fancy label for my report," Grant said. " 'Hyperspace' is a term for multidimensional space-like three-dimensional tic-tac-toe. I you were to take all the behaviors of an animal, its eating and movement and sleeping, you could plot the animal within the multidimensional space. Some paleontologists refer to the behavior of an animal as occurring in an ecological hyperspace. 'Juvenile hyperspace' would just refer to the behavior of juvenile dinosaurs-if you wanted to be as pretentious as possible."
        At the far end of the trailer, the phone rang. Ellie answered it. She said, "He's in a meeting right now. Can he call you back?"
        Morris snapped his briefcase shut and stood. "Thanks for your help and the beer," he said.
        "No problem," Grant said.
        Grant walked with Morris down the trailer to the door at the far end. Morris said, "Did Hammond ever ask for any physical materials from your site? Bones, or eggs, or anything like that?"
        "No," Grant said.
        "Dr. Sattler mentioned you do some genetic work here. . . ."
        "Well, not exactly," Grant said. "When we remove fossils that are broken or for some other reason not suitable for museum preservation, we send the bones out to a lab that grinds them up and tries to extract proteins for us, The proteins are then identified and the report is sent back to us."
        "Which lab is that?" Morris asked.
        "Medical Biologic Services in Salt Lake."
        "How'd you choose them?"
        "Competitive bids."
        "The lab has nothing to do with InGen?" Morris asked.
        "Not that I know," Grant said.
        They came to the door of the trailer. Grant opened it, and felt the rush of hot air from outside. Morris paused to put on his sunglasses.
        "One last thing," Morris said. "Suppose InGen wasn't really making a museum exhibit. Is there anything else they could have done with the information in the report you gave them?"
        Grant laughed. "Sure. They could feed a baby hadrosaur."
        Morris laughed, too. "A baby hadrosaur. That'd be something to see. How big were they?"
        "About so," Grant said, holding his hands six inches apart. "Squirrelsize."
        "And how long before they become full-grown?"
        "Three years," Grant said. "Give or take."
        Morris held out his band. "Well, thanks again for your help."
        "Take it easy driving back," Grant said. He watched for a moment as Morris walked back toward his car, and then closed the trailer door.
        Grant said, "What did you think?"
        Ellie shrugged. "Naïve."
        "You like the part where John Hammond is the evil arch-villain?" Grant laughed. "John Hammond's about as sinister as Walt Disney. By the way, who called?"
        "Oh," Ellie said, "it was a woman named Alice Levin. She works at Columbia Medical Center. You know her?"
        Grant shook his head. "No."
        "Well, it was something about identifying some remains. She wants you to call her back right away."

    Skeleton

    Ellie Sattler brushed a strand of blond hair back from her face and turned her attention to the acid baths. She had six in a row, at molar strengths from 5 to 30 percent. She 'had to keep an eye on the stronger solutions, because they would eat through the limestone and begin to erode the bones. And infant-dinosaur bones were so