Clever Girl
In Crichton's novel, Malcolm claims that all scientific endeavors are a wholesale rape of nature, but seriously, can you blame science? I mean nature was there dressed all provoticately, so it really wasn't science's fault. You've got a treadmill, a dinosaur, wicked strobes and a premise so twisted I wouldn't be surprised if it were part of a japanese game show (See Ching Chong the beautiful part II, E-rex-tric boogaloo), but I digress. Inspiration for such a game could've only come from the freebasing of solid rocket fuel, and that is when I tip my seven-story stovepipe hat to you my good sir. TREADMILL ON!