You finally got tickets for Jurassic Park, the world's first zoological park featuring real live dinosaurs. You've been at the park for the weekend, your flight leaves for Dallas tomorrow evening, so you decide one more tour ride and a Chilean sea bass dinner will wrap up your trip nicely. The guided tour through the park sees two Toyota Land Cruisers on an electric track moving along their route automatically. Your tour group this morning is small. The others are a family, some rich artist you haven't heard of, they decide to sit together in the rear truck while you ride with tour guide Lyliana. Her speech is well rehearsed and enthusiastic, counting off facts about the dinosaurs you pass, the environment they used to thrive in, how they would hunt and survive. As the cars approach the Tyrannosaurus paddock, a sudden tropical storm rips through, the hard rain hits the cruiser like a wall. The vehicles slow to a crawl, then stop. You look up through the skylight and see the Tyrannosaurus' giant head peering at you from twenty feet up, it's body resting against the fence. The fence should be electrified, but it seems the power is out. The radio crackles as the family in the car behind you starts nervously squawking to Lyliana. She stays in character, keying the mic with a cheerful smile, "Well boys and girls, it seems we are on the cusp of a total system collapse! If you all keep still and quiet, we might survive this! Isn't it exciting?"