Date: 2077-1-1.
Reporter: Vela Adelheid Russell.
Subject: [Jurassic Park Project]
[To cultivate and breed dinosaurs, develop genetic science, reserve cloning technology, practice environmental restoration engineering, build an ecological park, and shape and display Arasaka's image as a new pioneer—bringing life once again to the wasteland.]
The original concept of this project originated from an unexpected discovery—ancient mosquito amber.
Using modern advancements in genetic repair and programming technology, I plan to cultivate a new era of dinosaurs unique to Arasaka.
God bless, after the proposal was raised, the process was arduous but smooth. I successfully extracted dinosaur genetic information and, using that genetic data, cultivated the first batch of dinosaur embryos belonging to Arasaka.
—[Note: These dinosaurs are genetically modified organisms.]
Because the genetic information extracted from ancient dinosaur blood was incomplete, it was necessary to fill in with genes from other animals through artificial intervention. Therefore, none of the dinosaurs born through genetic engineering are natural. Strictly speaking, the dinosaurs from the [Jurassic Park Project] are biological weapons in dinosaur form.
From my personal and humble perspective:
Weapons are the secondary purpose I've defined for the dinosaurs, aside from providing emotional value.
Emotional value, as the name suggests, refers to the "20-minute park effect"—urban spaces designed to satisfy people's emotional needs.
By creating an urban ecological park, we can meet the emotional demands of our employees, social elites, allies, investors, civilian collaborators, and supporters—alleviating pressure and providing the emotional value necessary for life in the city.
For instance, establishing a theme park to exhibit dinosaurs in the new Arasaka Research District of Night City.
Commercial profitability is one aspect, but more importantly, this elevates Arasaka's vision.
To safeguard and extend life is a grand project. Arasaka will continue to shape the future of human technology.
In the new era, the reconstruction and restoration of the atmospheric ecosystem will be one of Arasaka's essential global responsibilities as a megacorporation.
—[Future Outlook]—
No.1: Commercialization. Herbivorous female dinosaurs as the main feature for a scenic ecological park. Introduce hydroponic systems and vertical farms. Once the technology for dinosaur resurrection matures, expand applications gradually—such as arenas, specially bred miniature pet dinosaurs, corresponding dinosaur feed, toy merchandise, and even immersive films.
No.2: Weaponization. Carnivorous dinosaurs as the focus—hybrid dinosaurs, with aggressive predatory genes selectively programmed, combining strengths and eliminating flaws. For example, the T. rex's small forelimbs are an obsolete structure that must be discarded. When necessary, we can apply results from the [Sonnentreppe Project] and [Quinque Project], following the successful precedent of the Cyber Tyrant, to perform cybernetic modifications.
No.3: Technological Reserve. Identify a differentiated development track—repurposing accumulated potential energy for value transformation, including continued investment and application in environmental restoration, ecological repair, biological cloning, and organ-targeted cultivation technologies, to reduce costs and increase efficiency.
No.4: Mass production and cost reduction of dinosaurs through continuous improvement of breeding and cultivation techniques.
No.5: Cultivate specialized "meat dinosaurs" to establish a high-end product line—marketing "dinovore" cuisine as a luxury experience.
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Specific Content: Construction Plan – Phase I Draft.
[Night City Jurassic Park]
[Night City Artificial Island]
[Santa Rosa Island – Santa Cruz Dinosaur Breeding Factory and Large-Scale Ecological Testing Base]
—Confidential—[Unauthorized dissemination or access to this document will result in immediate execution.]—
Construction of Night City Jurassic Park and its specialized dinosaur manufacturing facility will follow a focused, point-to-line strategy—circumventing the restrictions of the Second Alvin Accord, covertly expanding underground research facilities and secret agent networks, intensifying infiltration across the North American West Coast, broadening control, obscuring troop numbers, and concealing mobilization capabilities at the onset of war…
[Undersea Facility]
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Beep-beep.
[Save successful.]
On the Kiroshi cyberoptic's built-in retinal virtual display, Vela typed the final character. The flickering blue-white data streams in her eyes faded.
Done.
Seated at her bedroom desk, Vela lifted a steaming cup of black tea and took a sip.
The initial draft of the [Jurassic Park Project], which the old man Saburo had urged her to complete and explain in detail during the Arasaka Family Compound's 2076–2077 New Year's Eve banquet, was finally done.
Since Saburo had pushed her for speed and the report was unofficial, Vela didn't bother polishing the language—she merely organized the concept neatly.
After reading through it twice and confirming there were no errors, she clicked "Send."
[Sent Successfully.]
Knock, knock.
Just then, a knocking sound echoed from the door.
"Miss Vela, breakfast is ready."
It was New Year's Day once again.
Hearing this, Vela placed the teacup back on the table, stretched her limbs as she stood, and replied calmly, "Come in."
Creak—
At her permission, the Arasaka family maids entered in orderly fashion.
With the grace of habit—and the experience of once being an imperial princess of the Holy Britannian Empire in [Code Geass]—Vela was long accustomed to such scenes. Without pretension, she walked to the dressing table and sat down naturally, allowing the maids to begin their work.
Washing, tying her hair, applying light makeup, changing into formal attire, putting on jewelry, slipping into her shoes—after a polite nod to the maids beside her, Vela left the bedroom.
Descending the spiral staircase, she reached the entrance as a servant carefully slid open the shoji door leading to the corridor. Her indigo eyes turned toward the snow-covered rock garden outside.
It wasn't the guesthouse she had stayed in during last year's New Year holiday, but a villa entirely her own.
The courtyard was much larger—its design a blend of East and West: geometric lines and structural contrasts in the German style, with hints of American landscaping—trimmed shrubs, flower beds, and lawns.
It was eight in the morning. After the night's snowfall, the sun now shone upon a white world—crystal trees, jade blossoms, red walls, and white eaves gleaming under the morning light.
Taking in a soft breath of cold air, Vela—unbothered by the chill—pulled her fur-lined cloak closer around her shoulders and glanced toward the building connected by a covered walkway across the courtyard.
Michiko's residence.
A faint crystalline-blue shimmer passed through her eyes as the Geass field spread outward. The distance was too far to read detailed emotions, but she could vaguely sense the movement of emotional sources.
From the activity—it seemed Michiko was awake.
Then they could go together to ask the old man for otoshidama (New Year's gift money).
Flicking her cloak, Vela walked leisurely toward Michiko's traditional residence, surrounded by her attendants.
The mansion was considerably larger than her own—classic, elegant, and distinctly Japanese. After all, it had once belonged to Kei Arasaka, the former crown prince, and had been left vacant for nearly half a century.
There was no need to fight over such things—a residence should return to its rightful owner.
Shaking her head slightly, Vela's thoughts drifted elsewhere.
Yorinobu…
...
In another traditional Japanese-style residence.
Knock, knock.
"Lord Yorinobu, it is time to go to the main residence for breakfast…"
A servant's cautious voice came through the door.
On the small balcony of the second-floor bedroom, Yorinobu Arasaka stood silently, draped in a black-gray wide-sleeved kimono.
The inner walls of the compound were not particularly high. From this vantage point, as soon as Vela's distinct silhouette emerged from her courtyard, he could see her—watching as she and Michiko met, their entourages merging and gradually walking away.
Having not slept all night, Yorinobu's face was dark and weary.
Bowing before that decrepit old monster Saburo, wasting another day doing nothing—it filled him with disgust.
Hypocrisy, empty formality—everyone at the family banquet wore a mask, save for Hanako.
Last night, during the banquet, when he stood only a step away from Saburo, the thought of striking him down—of killing that old man with his own hands—echoed again and again in Yorinobu's mind.
But he couldn't.
The family retainer and leader of the cyber-ninjas, Shintaro Takayama, the battle-hardened warrior comparable to the cyber-beast Adam Smasher, and Vela—the North American board candidate—all had been there. At the slightest sign of movement, he would have been subdued instantly. One command from Saburo, and his life would have ended.
Yorinobu had no doubt.
That old bastard Saburo never met him without bringing along either Shintaro Takayama or Goro Takemura.
What should he do?
Analyzing the relaxed conversation between Vela and Michiko, and reviewing Vela's confidential report to Saburo Arasaka—it was clear. By 2077, after consolidating the spoils of victory and stabilizing the Western Free States Alliance, the day Arasaka moved against Militech was drawing near.
Yorinobu felt both regret and a twisted thrill as he thought of Vela's defection and her pragmatic collaboration with Arasaka.
He had clamored for years, shouting for full-scale corporate war, and now, at last, the signs were emerging.
But the tragedy—he wasn't the one leading it.
Even though he'd acted swiftly, leading the hawkish faction to fully back Vela's strategy—earning both merit and hardship—no one would remember second place.
Compared to him, shouting in the safety of Tokyo for years, Vela was the true hero in the eyes of Arasaka's global employees—ruthless, decisive, quietly capable. She fought on the front lines, balancing multiple interests, coordinating allies, advancing Arasaka's growth, and facing Militech and the New United States head-on.
In this context, once the corporate war broke out—if Arasaka won—the future reins of power would no longer be his to grasp.
And if they lost… no, Arasaka must not lose.
He still needed Arasaka's strength to drag other corporations into war. Arasaka was the fulcrum of his anti-corporate crusade. Without this 'lever,' what could he use to move the world?
How to break the deadlock?
Yorinobu asked himself again.
Anxiety twisted and gnawed at his mind—inescapable, corrosive.
No one could answer the turmoil within him.
Worse still was the helplessness that overshadowed it all—the realization that no matter how much he struggled, he was once again being crushed, just as he once had been under the heel of Kei Arasaka.
"In the end… I still can't do anything, can I…"
By now, Vela and Michiko's figures had disappeared from view. Enduring the frustration within him, Yorinobu turned back inside. When his eyes met his reflection in the mirror—pale, haggard, defeated—he froze, then lashed out.
Thud. His fist struck the glass.
The mirror trembled; his reflection warped.
Yorinobu's expression twisted, but he restrained himself, forcing the rage back down.
"Now is not the time to give up. I founded the Steel Dragons to oppose Arasaka, bore the world's scorn, and returned to Arasaka in disgrace—and I have never regretted it. Mother… Hanako…"
The ideals and love in his heart suppressed the anger and despair. He exhaled slowly, the bitterness in his mouth fading as he regained composure.
It seemed he had no choice—he would have to go to Night City himself.
Preferably when Vela was away inspecting the front, and Michiko was absent as well.
He had to uncover the hidden movements behind Vela's newly submitted [Jurassic Park Project].
On the [Sonnentreppe Project] side, years of effort had finally opened access to the prototype bio-lab network. According to a senior researcher he'd successfully turned, the latest hybrid Progenitor Virus model had just been successfully programmed.
Anders Hellman's second-generation Relic prototype—yes, it used the engram of "Rockerboy" Johnny Silverhand. Hopefully, the man who had once nuked Arasaka Tower and repeatedly led cyber-legend strikes against the company could still serve his cause…
"With my ruined flesh, I will ignite the fire—corporate colonialism must be buried forever."
Clenching his fists, Yorinobu Arasaka swore silently.
"Come in."
He exhaled deeply and spoke.
...
"Lord Yorinobu."
Face calm, heart in turmoil—Yorinobu was the last to arrive at the main residence. Waving off Goro Takemura and Sandayu Oda at the gate, he was just about to step inside to meet his emperor-like father when a cold, clear voice stopped him.
At the inner gate, before the partition wall, Vela's clear indigo eyes locked directly onto him.
"Vela."
Yorinobu's expression was complicated.
Just moments ago, he had been plotting against her—and now, she was standing here, waiting? His eyes flicked toward Michiko and Hanako beside her.
"A reunion must be whole and unbroken," Vela said, her lips curling into a polite smile. "It's only proper that we pay our New Year's respects together."
A lie.
She had waited here deliberately—to gauge his state.
At this distance, the moment she had called his name, her Geass field had clearly detected his emotions: fear, guilt, regret… and killing intent.
You want to kill me?
Vela's smile brightened.
"I see. My apologies for keeping you waiting, Vela, Michiko, Hanako," Yorinobu said smoothly. "After offering incense at my mother's shrine last night, I couldn't sleep. Forgive my tardiness."
No need to strike a smiling face. For now, their rivalry remained restrained—a contest, not open war. Yorinobu bowed politely in return.
Composed, as always.
"Uncle."
"Brother."
Michiko and Hanako each offered their greetings in turn.
"Let's go—Father awaits."
Vela's voice was calm.
Together, Vela, Yorinobu, Michiko, and Hanako entered the hall.
As they stepped inside, Vela's mind had already shifted to another dimension.
After the New Year's greetings, on the 2nd, I'll return to Night City.
Is the new hybrid virus ready on your end?
Beyond the skies.
Through a secure neural uplink, Vela sent her message to "her other self," stationed at a rally venue draped in banners—black background, yellow insignia, Militech and V-shaped emblems within squares, star-spangled flags, red-star bear-striped banners.
"Give me a moment," the other replied. "I'm still at the election rally—helping Simmons with his presidential campaign."
"What campaign?"
"Turning California red."