Jurassic World

Near Java Island, in uninhabited waters, lay an archipelago made up of three large islands and dozens of smaller ones.

The Indian billionaire Masrani had raised funds from various sources to build three gridlike steel walls. These walls extended deep underwater, connecting the three islands.

This created a natural, controllable aquarium in the center of the three islands. It had only one resident for now, but Jurassic World's major shareholder, Norman Osborn, had sent word that a batch of genuine prehistoric Megalodons would soon be making their home there.

Masrani knew full well that Norman Osborn hadn't brought the Megalodons here merely to attract tourists. Still, it wasn't really his concern. Osborn was, after all, the project's major shareholder. There was no reason to think he'd do anything to harm it.

The Jurassic World control center was halfway up a mountain on the largest of the three islands.

Claire, the person in charge of Jurassic World, stood beside her boss, Masrani, and briefed him on how the park was running.

The beautiful, capable Claire wore a slightly old-fashioned gray suit and a knee-length skirt. She surveyed the sea of security footage on the monitors and told Masrani, "Jurassic World is still in its trial phase, so there may be some issues here and there. But the wealthy visitors and their children who were invited to tour the park all checked 'Satisfied' on their feedback forms."

As she spoke, Claire glanced at Masrani, who seemed somewhat distracted. Then she glared at a scruffy technician wearing a "Jurassic Park" logo T-shirt, silently telling him to pay attention, before continuing, "Our hotel facilities are fully equipped, but we're severely short on staff.

"According to a report from a market research firm, Jurassic World will see around 10,000 visitors a day within the next