We discovered the cats who lived on San Lucas’ eastern continent not long after the natives of the western continent made Contact with us. We studied the cats of Hankou to find that they were in a decades-long civil and religious war for supremacy under the grumbling of the central volcano. Then Mount Inferno blew its top in an explosion that sent ash far into the upper atmosphere. Continuing eruptions covered the entire world in darkness for months, causing an ecological crisis even on the other side of the world where most humans lived. It was the single greatest planetary ecological disaster witnessed in all the worlds of humanity until The War came upon us all. We dispatched relief fleets through Asgard with food, air purifiers, power satellites and other necessities to keep the colonists alive. It was the largest Pre-War movement of supplies and people, with ships coming from every single human nation. It would be too much to say that the disaster united humanity in common bonds of friendship. But there was a time when a Chinese food transport could park next to an American warship protecting Russian troop transports whose soldiers were operating under South American commanders while giving aid to starving colonists.
I grew up before The War came upon us all. Well, there are many who would say I still haven’t grown up, but you know what I mean. I spent twelve years in the public school system, where we could study whatever we wanted, as long as we did the basics. We had AI tutors for every conceivable subject from ancient history to multidimensional math. But the real job of those twelve years was teaching us how to learn. Teaching us how to spend time with other people. How to get along with the children our own age who would become the adults we would spend the rest of our lives with. The human school monitors were pretty much there to make certain we attended to our studies, hug us when we banged a knee as we were young, or stop fights when we were older. The primary job of the schools I went to was to make all of us into functional adults. There are many who question whether or not they succeeded in my case.
We celebrated the birthdays of President Lincoln and President Washington when I was young. Each had their own day, and I remember the celebrations of what they did. One created our country. One saved the Union and freed the slaves. It was a time to study and remember the tyranny our nation was born in, and the courage it took to stand against the most powerful nation on Earth. And it was a time to remember the war that took more American lives than any other, that pitted brother against brother, and resulted in the end of Slavery in America. We would read Washington’s Farewell Address, Lincoln’s Gettysburg Address, and the Emancipation Proclamation in those days. Then Reverend Martin Luther King was granted a Federal Holiday, and the Lincoln Birthday celebrations just went away. Washington’s Birthday became President’s Day, and the idea of celebrating the President who freed the slaves disappeared under the appeal of showing the actual footage of Martin Luther King having a dream of equality. He was a great man, and he deserves recognition, but I will always associate the celebration of his birthday as the year we stopped celebrating Lincoln’s Birthday. And that is a great shame. Goodbye President Lincoln.
I recently read Jurassic Park for the first time, after watching the three Jurassic Park movies, and of course the recent Jurassic World. After finishing it, and loving it very much, I decided it was time to read the sequel, The Lost World. And now having read it, I can see where much of the inspiration for the movie sequels came from.
The book starts similarly to both of the sequels, with some differences. Ten years have passed, Ingen is dead, and Doctor Malcolm has a steady job. He also has a steady limp thanks to the piece the T-Rex took out of him. Doctor Grant is remaining silent about the Park incident while continuing his scientific work, and his former student Ellie is married with a little boy. Or is it two? I can’t remember off the top of my head. Doctor Malcolm has a couple of really good students in one of his classes who assist him, a tall skinny girl, and a young black kid. They are both geniuses in their own rights, and are very important to the survival of everybody thanks to those genius minds of theirs throughout the story. In the movie, they are amalgamated into one black girl who failed at gymnastics.
Like both sequel movies, the action soon goes to Ingen Site B, where the dinosaurs of Jurassic Park were created, and now roam without anybody knowing about it. An expedition to find and study the island is started, and Malcolm gets dragged into it. I won’t spoil anymore, beyond saying that many scenes from the movies do come from the books. Many scenes were created out of whole cloth, and most of the story was invented for the movies, but you can see where the ideas for many of the things that happened in the sequels, even Jurassic World, came from. The Lost World novel has a lot of cool things going on in it, and was ruthlessly mined for the Jurassic sequels.
The best way to describe it is that the Jurassic Park novels are one story. The Jurassic Park movies are another story. They share some scenes, and some ideas, but they are completely different in story and universe. If you have watched every movie, you have not seen the story put forth in the Jurassic Park novels. Jurassic Park movie and novel are close, but not the same. The Lost World novel and movie are not close at all, and nowhere near the same, despite sharing some scenes and some characters. And as much as I loved Jurassic Park and Jurassic World, the novels are far superior.
I thoroughly enjoyed Jurassic Park: The Lost World, the novel. I give it two T-Rex-sized thumbs up. Watch the T-Rex wiggle his little hands in approval. He agrees with me, and hopes you all come by for a visit. That may just be because he’s hungry though, so approach him with all due caution. And maybe a rocket launcher just in case. 😉
The largest volcano on San Lucas began to wake up not long after we arrived. It was in the center of the Hankou continent, surrounded by vast lowlands filled with intelligent cats. Humanity felt its first, tentative, throat clearings on the other side of the planet. It continued to grumble for the next several decades, periodically filling the skies with ash before grumbling back down to inactivity. Humanity stayed away from that continent for the most part, only planting small mining colonies on its coastlines. It was rich in many heavy metals the volcano threw into the air, but the planetary government regulated travel to the land they called Inferno with great care. It is ironic that the name the local cats had for the volcano also meant Hell. Their major religions were greatly concerned about the unrelenting fiery death that came from that mountain. They were understandably, and rightly as it turned out, concerned about the volcano’s plans for their future.
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