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Whenever You Hear The Consensus Of Scientists Agrees On Something Or Other, Reach For Your Wallet, Because You're Being Had.

In Other Centuries, Human Beings Wanted To Be Saved, Or Improved, Or Freed, Or Educated. But In Our Century, They Want To Be Entertained. The Great Fear Is Not Of Disease Or Death, But Of Boredom. A Sense Of Time On Our Hands, A Sense Of Nothing To Do. A Sense That We Are Not Amused.

The Rock, For Its Part, Is Not Even Aware Of Our Existence Because We Are Alive For Only A Brief Instant Of Its Lifespan. To It, We Are Like Flashes In The Dark.

Malcolm: A Karate Master Does Not Kill People With His Bare Hands. He Does Not Lose His Temper And Kill His Wife. The Person Who Kills Is The Person Who Has No Discipline, No Restraint, And Who Has Purchased His Power In The Form Of A Saturday Night Special. And That Is Why You Think That To Build A Place Like This Is Simple. Hammond: It Was Simple. Malcolm: Then Why Did It Go Wrong?

This Novel Is Fiction, Except For The Parts That Aren't.