“...anyone? This is Doctor Mia Sorna, Site B. The storm tore through the aviary. The Quetzalcoatlus are gone. They’re heading for the mainland. I’ve locked myself in the Embryonics Administration. The power is failing. If you’re the new director... please. Don’t build for profit. Build for survival.”
“If you’re reading this, you’re the last director. The NSP isn’t a game. It’s a final test. All the chaos, all the storms, all the betrayals from every campaign... they were just rehearsals. Can you build a park that survives itself?” Jurassic World Evolution Complete Edition -NSP-...
He unstrapped the visor. The real world—his sterile office, the humming server racks, the cold coffee—rushed back. He tore the visor off and threw it across the room. The Quetzalcoatlus are gone
The embryo in the tank twitched. It was labeled: The power is failing
He did the only thing the training never taught him. He stopped managing and started rescuing.
He started building.