It's like the old poem about a kingdom that was doomed when a messenger lost a horseshoe nail. Every living thing depends on every other living thing. By recreating ancient beings Hammond will upset our balance of life in some totally unpredictable way. The old man listens but will not hear. I've built strong fences.
Nothing can happen.
Even as he speaks, his creation begins spinning into chaos. Like Prometheus or Victor Frankenstein, he's lit the fire of life, and it will not be put out. No, of course not. We are in jeopardy. But we might have the power to save ourselves.