She shrugged。 〃There's no money； I guess。 。 。 。
〃There's only enough money to dig； but not to repair？〃
〃Well； we're just working in the badlands。 。 。 。〃
〃Just the badlands；〃 Malcolm said； shaking his head。 〃Just trash。 Just byproducts。 Just side effects 。 。 。 I'm trying to tell you that scientists want it this way。 They want byproducts and trash and scars and side effects。 It's a way of reassuring themselves。 It's built into the fabric of science； and it's increasingly a disaster。〃
〃Then what's the answer？〃
〃Get rid of the thintelligent ones。 Take them out of power。〃
〃But then we'd lose all the advances…〃
〃What advances？〃 Malcolm said irritably。 〃The number of hours women devote to housework has not changed since 1930； despite all the advances。 All the vacuum cleaners； washer…dryers； trash pactors； garbage disposals； wash…and…wear fabrics 。 。 。 Why does it still take as long to clean the house as it did in 1930？〃
Ellie said nothing。
〃Because there haven't been any advances；〃 Malcolm said。 〃Not really。 Thirty thousand years ago； when men were doing cave paintings at Lascaux； they worked twenty hours a week to provide themselves with food and shelter and clothing。 The rest of the time； they could play； or sleep； or do whatever they wanted。 And they lived in a natural world； with clean air； clean water； beautiful trees and sunsets。 Think about it。 Twenty hours a week。 Thirty thousand years ago。〃
Ellie said； 〃You want to turn back the clock？〃
〃No；〃 Malcolm said。 〃I want people to wake up。 We've had four hundred years of modern science； and we ought to know by now what it's good for； and what it's not good for。 It's time for a change。〃
〃Before we destroy the planet？〃 she said。
He sighed； and closed his eyes。 〃Oh dear；〃 he said。 〃That's the last thing I would worry about。〃
In the dark tunnel of the jungle river； Grant went hand over hand； holding branches； moving the raft cautiously forward。 He still heard the sounds。 And finally he saw the dinosaurs。
〃Aren't those the ones that are poison？〃
〃Yes；〃 Grant said。 〃Dilophosaurus。〃
Standing on the riverbank were two dilophosaurs。 The ten…foot…tall bodies were spotted yellow and black。 Underneath； the bellies were bright green； like lizards。 Twin red curving crests ran along the top of the head from the eyes to the nose； making a V shape above the head。 The bird…like quality was reinforced by the way they moved； bending to drink from the river； then rising to snarl and hoot。
Lex whispered； 〃Should we get out and walk？〃
Grant shook his head no。 The dilophosaurs were smaller than the tyrannosaur； small enough to slip through the dense foliage at the banks of the river。 And they seemed quick； as they snarled and hooted at each other。
〃But we can't get past them in the boat；〃 Lex said。 〃They're poison。〃
〃We have to；〃 Grant said。 〃Somehow。〃
The dilophosaurs continued to drink and hoot。 They seemed to be interacting with each other in a strangely ritualistic； repetitive way。 The animal on the left would bend to drink； opening its mouth to bare long rows of sharp teeth； and then it would hoot。 The animal on the right would boot in reply and bend to drink； in a mirror image of the first animal's movements。 Then the sequence would be repeated； exactly the same way。
Grant noticed that the animal on the right was smaller； with smaller spots on its back； and its crest was a duller red…
〃I'll be damned；〃 he said。 〃It's a mating ritual。〃
〃Can we get past them？〃 Tim asked。
〃Not the way they are now。 They're right by the edge of the water。〃 Grant knew animals often performed such mating rituals for hours at a time。 They went without food； they paid attention to nothing else。 。 。 。 He glanced at his watch。 Nine…twenty。
〃What do we do？〃 Tim said。
Grant sighed。 〃I have no idea。〃
He sat down in the raft； and then the dilopbosaurs began to bonk and roar repeatedly； in agitation。 He looked up。 The animals were both facing away from the river。
〃What is it？〃 Lex said。
Grant smiled； 〃I think we're finally getting some help。〃 He pushed off from the bank。 〃I want you two kids to lie flat on the rubber。 We'll go past as fast as we can。 But just remember： whatever happens； don't say anything； and don't move… Okay？〃
The raft began to drift downstream； toward the hooting dilophosaurs。 It gained speed。 Lex lay at Grant's feet； staring at him with friehtened eyes。 They were ing closer to the dilophosaurs； which were still turned away from the river。 But he pulled out his air pistol； checked the chamber。
The raft continued on； and they smelled a peculiar odor； sweet and nauseating at the same time。 It smelled like dried vomit。 The hooting of the dilophosaurs was louder。 The raft came around a final bend and Grant caught his breath。 The dilophosaurs were just a few feet away； honking at the trees beyond the river。
As Grant had suspected； they were honking at the tyrannosaur。 The tyrannosaur was trying to break through the foliage； and the dilos hooted and stomped their feet in the mud。 The raft drifted past them。 The smell was nauseating。 The tyrannosaur roared； probably because it saw the raft。 But in another moment 。 。 。
A thump。
The raft stopped moving。 They were aground； against the riverbank； just a few feet downstream from the dilophosaurs。
Lex whispered； 〃Oh； great 〃
There was a long slow scraping sound of the raft against the mud。 Then the raft was moving again。 They were going down the river。 The tyrannosaur roared a final time and moved off； one dilophosaur looked surprised； then hooted。 The other dilophosaur hooted in reply。
The raft floated downriver。
Tyrannosaur
The Jeep bounced along in the glaring sun。 Muldoon was driving； with Gennaro at his side。 They were in an open field； moving away from the dense line of foliage and palm trees that marked the course of the river； a hundred yards to the east。 They came to a rise； and Muldoon stopped the car。
〃Christ； it's hot；〃 he said； wiping his forehead with the back of his arm。 He drank from the bottle of whiskey between his knees； then offered it to Gennaro。
Gennaro shook his head。 He stared at the landscape shimmering in the morning heat。 Then he looked down at the onboard puter and video monitor mounted in the dashboard。 The monitor showed views of the park from remote cameras。 Still no sign of Grant and the children。 Or of the tyrannosaur。
The radio crackled。 〃Muldoon。〃
Muldoon picked up the handset。 〃Yeah。〃
〃You got your onboards？ I found the rex。 He's in grid 442。 Going to 443。〃
〃Just a minute；〃 Muldoon said； adjusting the monitor。 〃Yeah。 I got him now。 Following the river。〃 The animal was slinking along the foliage that lined the banks of the river； going north。
〃Take it easy with him。 Just immobilize him。〃
〃Don't worry；〃 Muldoon said； squinting in the sun。 〃I won't hurt him。〃
〃Remember；〃 Arnold said； 〃the tyrannosaur's our main tourist attraction。〃
Muldoon turned off his radio with a crackle of static。 〃Bloody fool；〃 he said。 〃They're still talking about tourists。〃 Muldoon started the engine。 〃Let's go see Rexy and give him a dose。〃
The Jeep jolted over the terrain。
〃You're looking forward to this；〃 Gennaro said。
〃I've wanted to put a needle in this big bastard for a while；〃 Muldoon said。 〃And there he is。〃
They came to a wrenching stop。 Through the windshield； Gennaro saw the tyrannosaur directly ahead of them； moving among the palm trees along the river。
Muldoon drained the whiskey bottle and threw it in the back seat。 He reached back for his tubing。 Gennaro looked at the video monitor； which showed their Jeep and the tyrannosaur。 There must be a closed…circuit camera in the trees somewhere behind。
〃You want to help；〃 Muldoon said； 〃you can break out those canisters by your feet。〃
Gennaro bent over and opened a stainless…steel Halliburton case。 It was padded inside with foam。 Four cylinders； each the size of a quart milk bottle； were nestled in the foam。 They were all labeled MORO…709。 He took one out。
〃You snap off the tip and screw on a needle；〃 Muldoon explained。
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