Microby Michael Crichton, John Bedford Lloyd
In the vein of Jurassic Park, this high concept thriller follows a group of graduate students lured to Hawaii to work for a mysterious biotech company—only to find themselves cast out into the rain forest, with nothing but their scientific expertise and wits to protect them. An instant classic, Micro pits nature against technology in vintage/b>/b>
In the vein of Jurassic Park, this high concept thriller follows a group of graduate students lured to Hawaii to work for a mysterious biotech company—only to find themselves cast out into the rain forest, with nothing but their scientific expertise and wits to protect them. An instant classic, Micro pits nature against technology in vintage Crichton fashion. Completed by visionary science writer Richard Preston, this boundary-pushing thriller melds scientific fact with pulse-pounding fiction to create yet another masterpiece of sophisticated, cutting-edge entertainment.
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By Michael Crichton
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Chapter OneChapter 1
DIVINITY AVENUE, CAMBRIDGE
18 OCTOBER, 1:00 P.M.
In the second floor biology lab, Peter Jansen, twenty-three, slowly
lowered the metal tongs into the glass cage. Then, with a quick
jab, he pinned the cobra just behind its hood. The snake hissed
angrily as Jansen reached in, gripped it firmly behind the head,
raised it to the milking beaker. He swabbed the beaker membrane
with alcohol, pushed the fangs through, and watched as yellowish
venom slid down the glass.
The yield was a disappointing few milliliters. Jansen really
needed a half-dozen cobras in order to collect enough venom to
study, but there was no room for more animals in the lab. There
was a reptile facility over in Allston, but the animals there tended
to get sick; Peter wanted his snakes nearby, where he could supervise
Venom was easily contaminated by bacteria; that was the reason
for the alcohol swab and for the bed of ice the beaker sat on. Peter's
research concerned bio-activity of certain polypeptides in cobra
venom; his work was part of a vast research interest that included
snakes, frogs, and spiders, all of which made neuroactive toxins. His
experience with snakes had made him an "envenomation specialist,"
occasionally called by hospitals to advise on exotic bites. This caused
a certain amount of envy among other graduate students in the lab;
as a group, they were highly competitive and quick to notice if anyone
got attention from the outside world. Their solution was to
complain that it was too dangerous to keep a cobra in the lab, and
that it really shouldn't be there. They referred to Peter's research as
"working with nasty herps."
None of this bothered Peter; his disposition was cheerful and
even-handed. He came from an academic family, so he didn't take
this backbiting too seriously. His parents were no longer alive,
killed in the crash of a light plane in the mountains of Northern
California. His father had been a professor of geology at UC Davis,
and his mother had taught on the medical faculty in San Francisco;
his older brother was a physicist.
Peter had returned the cobra to the cage just as Rick Hutter
came over. Hutter was twenty-four, an ethnobotanist. Lately he had
been researching analgesics found in the bark of rain forest trees.
As usual, Rick was wearing faded jeans, a denim shirt, and heavy
boots. He had a trimmed beard and a perpetual frown. "I notice
you're not wearing your gloves," he said.
"No," Peter said, "I've gotten pretty confident"
"When I did my field work, you had to wear gloves," he said.
Rick Hutter never lost an opportunity to remind others in the lab
that he had done actual field work. He made it sound as if he had
spent years in the remote Amazon backwaters. In fact, he had spent
four months doing research in a national park in Costa Rica. "One
porter in our team didn't wear gloves, and reached down to move
a rock. Bam! Terciopelo sunk its fangs into him. Fer-de-lance, two
meters long. They had to amputate his arm. He was lucky to
survive at all."
"Uh-huh," Peter said, hoping Rick would get going. He liked
Rick, but the guy had a tendency to lecture everybody.
The person in the lab who really disliked Rick Hutter was Karen
King. Karen, a tall young woman with dark hair and angular shoulders,
was studying spider venom and spiderwebs. She overheard
Rick lecturing Peter on snakebite in the jungle, and couldn't stand
it. She had been working at a lab bench, and she snapped over her
shoulder, "Rickyou stayed in a tourist lodge in Costa Rica.
"Bullshit. We camped in the rain forest"
"Two whole nights," Karen interrupted him, "until the mosquitoes
drove you back to the lodge."
Rick glared at Karen. His face turned red, and he opened his
mouth to say something, but didn't. Because he couldn't reply. It
was true: the mosquitoes had been hellish. He'd been afraid the
mosquitoes might give him malaria or dengue hemorrhagic fever,
so he had gone back to the lodge.
Instead of arguing with Karen King, Rick turned to Peter:
"Hey, by the way. I heard a rumor that your brother is coming
today. Isn't he the one who struck it rich with a start up company?"
"That's what he tells me."
"Well, money isn't everything. Myself, I'd never work in the
private sector. It's an intellectual desert. The best minds stay in
universities so they don't have to prostitute themselves."
Peter wasn't about to argue with Rick, whose opinions on any
subject were strongly held. But Erika Moll, the entomologist who'd
recently arrived from Munich, said, "I think you are being rigid. I
wouldn't mind working for a private company at all."
Hutter threw up his hands. "See? Prostituting."
Erika had slept with several people in the biology department,
and didn't seem to care who knew. She gave him the finger and said,
"I see you've mastered American slang," Rick said, "among other
"The other things, you wouldn't know," she said. "And you
won't." She turned to Peter. "Anyway, I see nothing wrong with a
"But what is this company, exactly?" said a soft voice. Peter
turned and saw Amar Singh, the lab's expert in plant hormones.
Amar was known for his distinctly practical turn of mind. "I mean,
what does the company do that makes it so valuable? And this is a
biological company? But your brother is a physicist, isn't he? How
does that work?"
At that moment, Peter heard Jenny Linn across the lab say,
"Wow, look at that!" She was staring out the window at the street
below. They could hear the rumble of high performance engines.
Jenny said, "Peter, lookis that your brother?"
Everyone in the lab had gone to the windows.
Peter saw his brother on the street below, beaming like a kid,
waving up at them. Eric was standing alongside a bright yellow
Ferrari convertible, his arm around a beautiful blond woman. Behind
them was a second Ferrari, gleaming black. Someone said, "Two
Ferraris! That's half a million dollars down there." The rumble of
the engines echoed off the scientific laboratories that lined Divinity
A man stepped out of the black Ferrari. He had a trim build and
expensive taste in clothes, though his look was decidedly casual.
"That's Vin Drake," Karen King said, staring out the window.
"How do you know?" Rick Hutter said to her, standing beside
"How do you not know?" Karen replied. "Vincent Drake is
probably the most successful venture capitalist in Boston."
"You ask me, it's a disgrace," Rick said. "Those cars should have
been outlawed years ago."
But nobody was listening to him. They were all heading for the
stairs, hurrying down to the street. Rick said, "What is the big
"You didn't hear?" Amar said, hurrying past Rick. "They've
come here to recruit."
"Recruit? Recruit who?"
"Anybody doing good work in the fields that we're interested in,"
Vin Drake said to the students clustered around him. "Microbiology,
entomology, chemical ecology, ethnobotany, phytopathology
in other words, all research into the natural world at the microor
nano-level. That's what we're after, and we're hiring now. You
don't need a PhD. We don't care about that; if you're talented you
can do your thesis for us. But you will have to move to Hawaii,
because that's where the labs are."
Standing to one side, Peter embraced his brother, Eric, then
said, "Is that true? You're already hiring?"
The blond woman answered. "Yes, it's true." She stuck out her
hand and introduced herself as Alyson Bender, the CFO of the
company. Alyson Bender had a cool handshake with a crisp manner,
Peter thought. She wore a fawn colored business suit with a string
of natural pearls at her neck. "We need at least a hundred first rate
researchers by the end of the year," she said. "They're not easy to
find, even though we offer what is probably the best research
environment in the history of science."
"Oh? How is that?" Peter said. It was a pretty big claim.
"It's true," his brother said. "Vin will explain."
Peter turned to his brother's car. "Do you mind . . ." He couldn't
help himself. "Could I get in? Just for a minute?"
"Sure, go ahead."
He slipped behind the wheel, shut the door. The bucket seat was
tight, enveloping; the leather smelled rich; the instruments were big
and business-like, the steering wheel small, with unusual red buttons
on it. Sunlight gleamed off the yellow finish. Everything felt
so luxurious, he was a little uneasy; he couldn't tell if he liked this
feeling or not. He shifted in the seat, and felt something under his
thigh. He pulled out a white object that looked like a piece of popcorn.
And it was light like popcorn, too. But it was stone. He thought
the rough edges would scratch the leather; he slipped it into his
pocket and climbed out.
One car over, Rick Hutter was glowering at the black Ferrari, as
Jenny Linn admired it. "You must realize, Jenny," Rick said, "that
this car, squandering so many resources, is an offense against
"Really?" Jenny said. "Did she tell you that?" She ran her fingers
along the fender. "I think it's beautiful."
In a basement room furnished with a Formica table and a coffee
machine, Vin Drake had seated himself at the table, with Eric Jansen
and Alyson Bender, the two Nanigen executives, placed on either
side of him. The grad students clustered around, some sitting
at the table, some leaning against the wall.
"You're young scientists, starting out," Vin Drake was saying.
"So you have to deal with the reality of how your field operates.
Why, for example, is there such an emphasis on the cutting edge in
science? Why does everybody want to be there? Because all the
prizes and recognition go to new fields. Thirty years ago, when
molecular biology was new, there were lots of Nobels, lots of major
discoveries. Later, the discoveries became less fundamental, less
groundbreaking. Molecular biology was no longer new. By then the
best people had moved on to genetics, proteomics, or to work in
specialized areas: brain function, consciousness, cellular differentiation,
where the problems were immense and still unsolved. Good
strategy? Not really, because the problems remain unsolved. Turns
out it isn't enough that the field is new. There must also be new
tools. Galileo's telescopea new vision of the universe. Leeuwenhoek's
microscopea new vision of life. And so it continues, right
to the present: radio telescopes exploded astronomical knowledge.
Unmanned space probes rewrote our knowledge of the solar system.
The electron microscope altered cell biology. And on, and on.
New tools mean big advances. So, as young researchers, you should
be asking yourselveswho has the new tools?"
There was a brief silence. "Okay, I'll bite," someone said. "Who
has the new tools?"
"We do," Vin said. "Nanigen MicroTechnologies. Our company
has tools that will define the limits of discovery for the first
half of the twenty-first century. I'm not kidding, I'm not exaggerating.
I'm telling you the simple truth."
"Pretty big claim," Rick Hutter said. He leaned against the wall,
arms folded, clutching a paper cup of coffee.
Vin Drake looked calmly at Rick. "We don't make big claims
without a reason."
"So what exactly are your tools?" Rick went on.
"That's proprietary," Vin said. "You want to know, you sign an
NDA and come to Hawaii to see for yourself. We'll pay your airfare."
"Whenever you're ready. Tomorrow, if you want."
Vin Drake was in a hurry. He finished the presentation, and they
all filed out of the basement and went out onto Divinity Avenue, to
where the Ferraris were parked. In the October afternoon, the air
had a bite, and the trees burned with orange and russet colors.
Hawaii might have been a million miles from Massachusetts.
Peter noticed Eric wasn't listening. He had his arm around Alyson
Bender, and he was smiling, but his thoughts were elsewhere.
Peter said to Alyson, "Would you mind if I took a family moment
here?" Grabbing his brother's arm, he walked him down the street
away from the others.
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Meet the Author
Michael Crichton (1942—2008) was the author of the groundbreaking novels The Andromeda Strain, The Great Train Robbery, Jurassic Park, Disclosure, Prey, State of Fear, and Next, among many others. His books have sold more than 200 million copies worldwide, have been translated into thirty-eight languages, and have provided the basis for fifteen feature films. He was the director of Westworld, Coma, The Great Train Robbery and Looker, as well as the creator of ER. Crichton remains the only writer to have a number one book, movie, and TV show in the same year.
John Bedford Lloyd's film credits include Philadelphia, The Abyss, and Crossing Delancy and he has made numerous television appearances on shows such as Law & Order, Spin City and The Equalizer.
- Los Angeles, California
- Date of Birth:
- October 23, 1942
- Date of Death:
- November 4, 2008
- Place of Birth:
- Chicago, Illinois
- Place of Death:
- Los Angeles, California
- B.A.. in Anthropology, Harvard University, 1964; M.D., Harvard Medical School, 1969
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I have never been prompted to write a review before, but I wanted to warn other Crichton fans (and ANY reader of the genre in general) that this is one ridiculous stinker of a book. Starts off OK, but once the whole premise (and subsequent ripping-off of 'Fantastic Voyage') commences, it goes into the area of juvenile college boys 'n girls adventure & cliches, nefarious corporate evil-doers, and reads more like an episode of the late 1970's cartoon 'Josie and the Pussycats' (I was going to use 'Scooby Doo, where are you?', but that would be too generous). Don't waste your time or your money on this one.
I almost didn't give this book a try because of all of the bad reviews it has...but I certainly am glad that I did. I guess every well-known author has pretentious followers, haha. I read the book very quickly and loved every page! I think if the premise sounds interesting to you, you should definitely give it a shot. loved it!
Book was pitched as an unfinished manuscript when Chrichton died in '08, to be completed by another author. I wont bash the author since it has to be hard to complete a story begun by someone else. Ive read everything by Chrichton, and his voice is missing from this one. I think it got lost in the rewrites. Another book that Chrichton started before he died was Pirate Latitudes, and his voice survived the completion. Funny that someone said it felt like a nasty version of Honey, I shrunk the kids, because I had the same reaction. I really felt they jumped the shark on this one and ended up way out there. Chrichton always spun a high tech thriller that just walked the line making you say " just maybe...". This one was so far fetched it was just plain sci-fi. The only chracter I enjoyed was the Hawiian Detective who I pictured as Graham Green (yes i know hes american indian). I had trouble caring about anyone else. There were characters that were like extras, only there to be killed off, like a slasher flick. Im glad i didnt have to buy the hardcover to not like it. It just didnt work for me.
This is the second "last" book by Michael Crichton, his first was "Pirate Latitudes" published in 2009. This novel was finished by Richard Preston after Crichton's death in 2008. The addition of a new author made me wary, but I had no reason to be trepidatious. This feels like classic Michael Crichton. High-tech science is misused, lives are endangered, page-turning excitement ensues. I love Michael Crichton's style - I can devour his books like no other, this is no exception. Not sure how much of this is Preston's work - it blends seamlessly with Crichton's. Astounding really. I plan on checking out more books by Richard Preston in the future. If you're looking for an entry point, this is as fine a place to start as any; although my favorites are still: "The Andromeda Strain", "Airframe", "Timeline", and of course both "Jurassic Park" books. Fans of Michael Crichton know what to expect and should jump right in, don't bother reading the synopsis on the dust jacket, it gets a little too close to giving away plot points. This book would make a fine movie (also: expensive) and the ending certainly makes me hope for more. Perhaps Preston can pick up the mantle? I don't know how many more half-finished stories or ideas Michael Crichton has left behind, but if this really is the last, it's worthy of his name.
Terrible. Why would I want to read a rehashed novel (lose term) of a movie made in the 80's with Rick Moranis? So bad I started skipping sections of text 300 pages in and ultimately stopped reading. The plot is boring and unoriginal, the characters never get developed beyond the obvious opposites attract love interest. He should be charged with plagiarism. Or you could call is sampling. Watch out for those ants...
Michael Crichton was always one step ahead. He was our Jules Verne and HG Wells. I'm glad they finished it for him and don't complain, it's hard to finish up what someone else started. The book is entertaining and educating and will make a GREAT MOVIE.
The way it ended tho;sequel?
Not my favorite. Even though it had some interesting tidbits abut how we look to insect and plant life when we are smaller than them, to me it was like reading a version of " honey I shrunk the kids" lost interest in the book.
Although I was skeptical about the topic, I believe this book was one of M.C.'s best. Only he could take the paradise of Oahu and turn it into a biological nightmare. This book belongs among the ranks of Timeline, Andromeda Strain and Next. This book is a definite must read.
This book was so poorly written that it was almost painful to read. It is so empty, predictable and boring. The characters are plain and stereotyped. There is no emotion ANYWHERE to be found. You will feel no attachment to any of the characters. Ugh. Please trust me - you will not enjoy this book! Wish I didn't have to give it one star in order to post my review - it's not worthy of even one.
This book did not read like a crichton book. With nearly every other one of his books i get to the end of the book and i will look up the scientific theories used in the book. Here it just felt like they made some crap up and put it in a book. When i normally read Crichton i can tell it was done by someone with knowledge on the subject and some research had been done. This was just sloppy.
Lots of good premises at beginning that were not expanded on or taken advantage of. Some fun facts about insects etc., but mostly unsuspenseful and unthrilling. Honey I Shrunk the Kids. Not a real Crichton book. Couldn't wait to finish it and get on to my next read.
I find Michael Crichton is alot like John Grisham in that they are very talented yet both have written some duds that should have never been published. Micro is not one of these duds. The characters are very believable and the research on the plant and insect life was very educational. Also the change of physics from normal life as we know it to the minuture world just adds more suspense to a very good plot.
I dont like bloatware on my nook
Uncompleted at his death, this novel by Crichton was finished by Richard Preston (The Hot Zone). A bit padded in my opinion, but overall a decent novel and certainly up to what one would expect from a Crichton book. The grad student Peter, brother of an industry executive goes missing. His final text to his brother Eric is 'do not come'. Already scheduled to leave for Hawaii with fellow student to interview for positions with his brother's firm he decides to look into what may have happened. Peter soon discovers that the firm Nanigen, may be involved in secret experiments that could have world-wide implications. The company's CEO, Vin Drake, feels the only way to protect his investments and his own secrets is to use the company's technology of reducing machinery and people to microscopic size to get rid of any witnesses. The grad students, all experts (conveniently) in specific areas, find themselves trying to survive in a world filled with predators both small and gigantic. Like some of Crichton's other books, this one by Preston spends a little too much time blinding us with science, which while interesting slows the pace of the narrative. Still a good read, but probably for folks who are already fans of Crichton's style.
This is a good book but you can tell when it switches authors
This story has all the elements that made Crichton great - advanced technology, natural sciences, evildoers, and the others fighting against them. Unfortunately at the end it has one crying for more. Great writing shouldn't end like this.
The only thing more ridiculous than the plot is the dialog. There is absolutely no character development either. Don't waste your time or money.
Keeps your interest.
Depressing and gory. Wasted my money. Selected due to MC had written it. No way - was too stupid and unbelievable. A real downer. Gave it one star because review won't let you give zero.
Juvenile. Predictable. MC must have added name as favor to Preston witho rading it first.
Crichton and co. have done their research!