Good news, everyone! We've resurrected the frozen head of Michael Crichton again
, but this temporal readjustment process (tm) seems to have failed. We here at the Frankenauthor Institute of Ludicrous Monstrosity's Shelley Agency for Legacy Extrapolation seem to have awakened the snide halfbaked hack who gave us Disclosure
and State of Fear
, rather than the delighful infodumper of the better novels. Sorry! Clearly we can't be held responsible for sentences describing a woman "coleopterist, which is a scientist who studies beetles."
I'm certain we'll get the kinks worked out, and for now feel free to look away while we improve the head's performance!