The sea looked calm and smooth under the helicopter.
The late December sun hung low in the sky, shining softly on the green hills of the island ahead.
Thin clouds scattered across the sky, letting the sunlight through.
Isla Nublar.
There it was. Wild, untouched… and humming with ancient possibility.
'And then there's me..I am Simon Masrani now, billionaire, idealist, CEO of Masrani Global, and for the last thirty minutes, I have been trying not to throw up in my own helicopter.'
"Isn't it beautiful?" I said barely, because that's something Simon Masrani would say or atleas I thought.
I leaned forward a bit and saw the ocean wrapping around the island like it was keeping a secret.
"Its Like something out of this time."
Across from me, a woman in a navy-blue windbreaker gave a tight smile without looking up from her tablet.
"And also full of biting things," she muttered.
"hopefully, let's just not repeat 1993, boss"
That was Maya Sanjani, head of legal and compliance. Forty, smart, sharp as a scalpel.
Masrani Global's very own buzzkill in chief.
I kind of loved her for it.
"Relax," I said, forcing a grin. "This time we brought better lawyers, larger fences and Me."
"what No Claps?" I asked
Next to her, tapping rapidly on a laptop, was Carlos De Luca, logistics and construction lead. Italian-Brazilian, ex-oil platform engineer, looked like he hadn't slept since 2007.
His curly black hair was pulled into a low bun and he wore boots like he expected to jump out of the helicopter and start welding.
"This island's also volcanic," he said flatly, not looking up. "We're gonna have to reinforce anything load-bearing, especially near the north ridge.
I want geological surveys boss before we even drop a prefab."
"You'll have them," I said, nodding. "We'll build this smartly. Nothing too flashy before we're sure it'll last."
Behind me, Avery Lee, head of park security, cleared her throat.
"Volcanos are something I can deal with. It's the other thing I'm worried about."
She leaned forward between the seats, sunglasses perched on her short buzzcut like a crown.
"What's the containment plan for living assets?"
I glanced at her.
Avery had military written all over her, tight jaw, steady eyes, probably ran marathons for fun.
But she wasn't a stereotype.
She was ex-National Parks enforcement and knew more about wildlife behavior than half the biologists I'd met.
"We're weeks away from assets, Avery," I said. "Right now, we're just laying foundations.
Most of the dinosaurs either died after the 1993 incident, the chaos, lack of food, and the island's harsh conditions took their toll or have wandered far from where we plan to build the park.
Atleast that's what the scouts reported."
She grunted. "That's exactly when people start cutting corners, when there's nothing urgent, they stop pushing."
'Okay, fair. She's right, that's exactly when people slip up. But I'm not the old Masrani anymore.
This time, I'm taking things way more seriously. No shortcuts. No mistakes. Not on my watch. '
I thought
At the controls of the chopper, our pilot Alain Dubois, a French-Canadian with a salt-and-pepper beard and a love for jazz, pointed through the windshield.
"We'll be over the south ridge in three minutes," he said. "You'll see the old helipad from here soon."
From here, the island looked Stunning. Trees thick and dark, birds circling lazily over the canopies, and not a single straight line in sight.
There was no sign of Hammond's failed dream, no broken fences or overturned Jeeps.
It was just… green.
And humming.
As we banked low, the sea rushed up beneath us and then slipped away again.
The chopper dipped over a cliff and finally, we saw it.
The old helipad.
Cracked. Overgrown. One of the letters in "JURASSIC" missing, like it had given up years ago.
The chopper touched down and the dust rose. Everyone ducked instinctively, even though none of us were new to this.
The moment I stepped onto the helipad, my boots hit a past I hadn't lived, but remembered all too well.
"It Smells like mold," Carlos muttered.
"and ambition" I said. "But back in '93, this place must have reeked of blood. Now, it's just mold and memories."
Avery snorted. Maya groaned.
A second chopper approached, smaller, with the science team.
That one carried Dr. Kamal Ghaddar, our lead geneticist, and his assistant, Jia Xu, a young paleogeneticist barely out of grad school.
They'd land in a moment.
For now, I walked to the edge of the helipad.
Wind tugged at my jacket. From here, I could see the monorail already in place, stretching from the pier, where the ferries would arrive, all the way to the future park grounds and the control center.
Carlos stepped up beside me. "Other than that," he said, nodding toward the jungle, "it's just greenery, waiting for us to make something Epic"
I smiled. "and something safe"
Carlos chuckled. "Yeah, yeah. Epic and OSHA-approved. You'll love this, I already have the construction crew set up in the old command center.
Got bunk units, water, and two working generators. It's rough, but they've got coffee and dry socks."
He didn't say it, but I could tell he was proud. The man moved fast.
"Good," I said. "We'll build out from there. Modular labs, then habitat mockups. I want control over every nail that goes in the ground."
Maya snorted behind us. "Tell that to the island's bugs. They're unionized."
I blinked, then laughed.
Right, she meant the mosquitoes and biting flies were so bad, it was like they had a schedule and benefits package.
This was it.
The real beginning.
And this time… I wasn't going to screw it up.
Introduced Characters and Roles:
Simon Masrani (Protagonist / Reincarnated Narrator)
Billionaire owner of Masrani Global. Now inhabited by the protagonist. Visionary face of Jurassic World. Balancing optimism with future knowledge of catastrophe.
Maya Sanjani – Head of Legal and Compliance
Stern, a little sarcastic, risk-averse, speaks in clipped sentences. Essential for avoiding another PR or ethical disaster. Provides legal oversight on all operations.
Carlos De Luca – Head of Construction and Logistics
Practical, overworked still always excited, efficient. Knows infrastructure inside and out. In charge of physical park development.
Avery Lee – Head of Park Security
Ex-military/wildlife enforcement. No-nonsense. Focused on safety, contingency planning, and eventual containment procedures.
Alain Dubois – Pilot
Veteran chopper pilot with casual charisma. Reliable and familiar with the island's layout. Occasionally hums Coltrane while flying.
Dr. Kamal Ghaddar – Lead Geneticist (Introduced briefly)
Lebanese-American geneticist. Cool under pressure. Believes strongly in the potential of controlled synthetic biology.
Jia Xu – Assistant Paleogeneticist (Introduced briefly)
Young, bright, idealistic. Knows her science but hasn't seen real-world chaos yet.