Hammond wasn’t a cynical profiteer. He didn’t care about the money, it was a pleasant after effect. The only thing he cared about was creation. Like a blind god

Hammond wasn’t a cynical profiteer. He didn’t care about the money, it was a pleasant after effect. The only thing he cared about was creation. Like a blind god he wanted genesis at all costs. He ends up terrified of his own creation, startled by a tyrannosaurus roar over a loud speaker. Had he kept his nerve he would have died of old age chasing creation on his secondary projects. That roar pushes him down a hill that puts him in danger of an eternal sleep from compy venom as he tries to climb a hill with a broken ankle. The book ends well killing Hammond and implying the death of Malcolm. It wraps up with nature and science above human control and mathematical chaos, which makes way more sense as a closing piece than letting it go on forever like the films.