Jurassic World: I Am Simon Masrani

Jurassic World Genetics Lab, 8:12 a.m.

The lab was unusually quiet for a weekday morning.

Outside the thick glass, incubation trays glowed faintly, rows of eggs rotating in their slow, clinical ballet.

Beyond them, monitors scrolled DNA sequences like living scripture, letters, numbers, and patterns that once belonged to creatures who hadn't walked the Earth in 65 million years.

Dr. Kamal Ghaddar sat at the central terminal, one hand lightly resting on his chin as he stared at the call already connected on-screen.

A face filled the monitor: with the familiar, sharp-features and composure - Dr. Henry Wu.

Wu's voice came through, smooth and measured. "We are still running the Sheep-derived drought tolerance inserts, I assume?"

Kamal nodded once. "yes, its Stable in the survivors now and we've had decent yield, with three fully viable Parasaurolophus hatched, adapted, and released into the mixed enclosure.So far we have no anomalies in organogenesis, along with no histological rejections."

Wu arched a brow. "Three? Out of twelve?"

There was a beat of silence.

"Nine didn't make it past the week," Kamal said. "Same failure point, we had renal collapse under accelerated cell stress in almost all cases.

I'm guessing the adaptation spike overwhelmed the embryonic filter response. In the end their bodies never caught up to the genome."

Wu leaned back slightly."So they drowned in their own egg sack, classic mistake, you overcorrected for surface water access and created internal saturation stress."

Kamal didn't flinch."You signed off on the initial model."

Wu's expression didn't change."And you adjusted it."

I stepped forward, folding my arms lightly."Whats important is that they're alive now. All Three, healthy, and grazing under full sun without supplemental hydration.

While the failure was painful, our success proved the concept is viable."

Wu tapped a stylus against the desk slowly."sure It's acceptable. But it's also expensive. Next time, reduce the load and Start with a smaller vector range. It's not a race to Frankenstein."

Kamal glanced at me. "We learn more from what breaks than what holds. We've already revised the vector coding on the next batch. If this round stabilizes at even fifty percent, that's a win."

Wu's voice softened."And if it doesn't?"

I leaned in, voice quiet but clear."Then we accept the failure, Document it and Improve on it. But we don't stop."

There was a long silence.

Finally, Wu nodded once, faintly."Let me know if the next clutch shows viable uptake. I want tissue scans and organ dev timelines. No speculation this time, inform me when the results are out."

Then the screen winked out.

But before the screen went dark he added quietly, "I'll be coming to the island soon. It's too difficult to coordinate this work remotely. Once I'm done with my research here, I'll join you there in person."

Kamal exhaled, turning to me."He doesn't do well with disappointments, and even when I am right, he just gives long pauses before reluctantly admitting I might be right."

I smirked."Its fine ,he's not here to be impressed. He's here to be necessary."

Years of work, joint simulations and debates at conferences.

It wasn't news to me.

I'd known since I woke up as Masrani that Kamal had been working with Dr. Wu even before I arrived on the island.

Not in a conspiratorial way, but quietly, like colleagues who respected each other's obsession with detail more than they liked meetings.

But this was the first time I'd heard them having a back-and-forth since I took over.

Kamal exhaled and turned to me. "He's still sharp and three steps ahead, even when he's being polite."

"Which is exactly why I want his work double-reviewed every time," I said. "Not because I don't trust him, But because I know what he's capable of."

Kamal paused, then smiled dryly. "Right. You're finally thinking like an executive."

Command Center Building – Later That Morning

Avery met me at the glass double doors, tablet in one hand, radio crackling on her hip.

"Monorail's been down for like fifteen minutes, due to maintenance, Track recalibration and all that. Also, just wanted to remind you, you've got a candidate arriving in ten."

"Claire?" I asked.

Avery nodded. "yes, says she's early and Overqualified, also seems annoyed about it."

"Perfect," I said. "Show her in."

We met her on the upper terrace overlooking the paddocks, where you could just catch sight of the Parasaurolophus cresting the low hill at the edge of the shared enclosure.

Claire Dearing walked with the posture of someone who already had a list of ideas before she stepped off the monorail.

With a Clean suit and Sharp eyes, she had a portfolio in one arm, but she didn't open it.

"Mr. Masrani," she said, extending a hand. "Thank you for meeting me on such a short notice."

"I'm grateful you responded so quickly," I said, taking it. "We're expanding operations faster than most people think here. What we need is someone who doesn't just track assets, but also anticipates problems before they're even listed."

She nodded once, efficiently. "That's exactly what I do."

"And I suppose you've read the projections?" I asked.

"I've read everything," she said, already scanning the paddock behind me. "You've got about fifteen herbivores already integrated, more pending.

All in all one operational shared enclosure. and you are also planning on more than three individual paddocks which would be under construction soon. As far as I know, as of yet you have no formal guest assets, no insurance protocols logged with InGen Corporate and alot more things that we need to fix."

Avery smirked from a few feet back, but said nothing.

Claire continued, as if reciting a checklist from memory. "You also need a standardized ID chip tagging process across species lines. Current system is very inconsistent and your animal movement logging? It's like still handwritten in some sections."

I raised my eyebrows. "Ok, You're thorough."

"I prefer the word functional more," she said. "If I'm going to manage living assets the size of a delivery truck, I want to know where they are, how they feel, and what mood they're in at all times. Preferably before someone starts panicking in a viewing gallery."

Avery folded her arms. "She might actually sleep less than Wu."

"I'll have the contract drawn up this afternoon," I said. "I think You're the kind of person this park needs, welcome aboard."

Claire smiled, just slightly. "Good, because I've already started working."

 Research center - Genetics Wing, Late Afternoon

Jia Xu leaned over a terminal, her brows furrowed, eyes darting between a live protein modeling stream and the rapidly compiling genome chart scrolling beside it.

Her fingers hovered above the keys for a long moment before she finally exhaled and tapped the intercom.

"Dr. Ghaddar? You might want to see this."

Kamal stepped in a minute later, coffee half-finished, coat draped over one shoulder. "Please tell me it's not another frog-splice rejection."

"Nope," Jia said, pointing to the screen. "It's better, weirder and also possibly a headache, but in a good way I guess."

Kamal stepped beside her, frowning at the feed.

The name of the species blinked at the top of the screen:

Pachycephalosaurus wyomingensis

Moments Later

I joined them at the console, just as the terminal displayed a full chromosomal ring with only a few faint gaps.

"You got it?" I asked.

Jia nodded, a small smile creeping in. "We got most of it. We had to combine segments from five dig sites, Alberta, Utah, one in Argentina, and two fossil beds in eastern Montana.

Different fragments, different conditions, but enough overlap to stitch it together.

We've got 91% of the nuclear DNA sequence, and the protein modeling looks… stable, really stable."

Kamal leaned closer to the screen. "This is the cleanest preserved mid-Cretaceous sample we've ever gotten outside of ankylosauria in the scientific community ."

 Kamal tapped the corner of the screen. "And here's the part you're going to love: there's a duplicated expression cluster in the cranial bone density region. It's not just a thick skull, it's actively regenerative."

I blinked. "Regenerative?"

"Not like lizard tail-level, but close," Kamal said. "They recover from cranial microfractures way faster than expected. If these guys headbutt too much, their bodies actually anticipate it."

jia raised a brow. "So they're built to bash heads and fix themselves?"

"Pretty much," Kamal said, then added dryly, "Like a built-in warranty."

I smirked. 

Walkway Outside the Lab

As we walked toward the incubation wing, I asked, "How many teams did we end up sending for this?"

"Seven," Jia said. "Two per continent, We didn't want to rely on a single possible specimen, so we fanned out hard. The genome's a little bit of patchwork, no pun intended, but it's holding up better than most."

"Risky play," she added.

"Worked out, though," I replied. "Sometimes spreading wide is better than digging deep, I told you."

We passed the viewing glass where the Parasaurolophus were dozing in the distance.

The sun was getting low again, painting the edges of the facility in soft gold and long shadows.

New Character Introductions

Dr. Henry Wu - Soon to be Chief Geneticist of the Park

A genius geneticist, calm, calculating, and willing to blur ethical lines in the name of scientific progress.

Claire Dearing - Asset Manager

Efficient, sharp, and driven operations manager with a tight grip on everything but her own nerves.