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MemberCompsognathusJune 03, 2013First, surely we're done with the islands of the original trilogy. The environments limited the story-telling potential, hence all the running-from-monsters plots. Let's get the dinosaurs onto the mainland.
Second, it's been 16 years since a T. rex ran amok in San Diego. The Jurassic Park universe has to accept that any chance of secrecy is gone, and that the whole world knows about the dinosaurs. So in the new film, they need to be a ubiquitous part of everyday life.
So here's my proposal. There are resurrected dinosaurs everywhere. They're in zoos, of course. Out in the Midwest of America, there are vast dinosaur ranches where herds of ornithomimids (the ostrich-shaped dinosaurs such as Gallimimus) roam free, to be harvested for their meat.
Horned dinosaurs, the ceratopsians, are used as beasts of burden. Among wealthy socialites in New York, cute little baby raptors are the latest fashion accessory – to be flushed down the toilet when they start to become unwieldy. Ordinary families might pick a pet dinosaur instead of a dog; something small and innocuous like Hypsilophodon.
Much of this actually makes sense. I would certainly jump at the chance of owning my own pet dinosaur, especially now we know they were warm-blooded and probably nicely insulated with hair-like protofeathers.
What could possibly go wrong? Well, here are a few things:
Idiots showing off in a zoo could come to a nasty end as dinosaur food (as sometimes happens today with big cats).
A massive storm could spook all those herds of meat animals and the ceratopsians that were used on their farms. Flushed raptors could survive and thrive in the sewers, to emerge as adults onto the streets of New York when floods force them out.
These are the kinds of things I'd like to see. Dinosaurs behaving more like animals than like monsters – as in the original film – but in a variety of locations and situations. We might find we've brought back more than we can cope with!
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