This is what you get for delving into secrets man was not meant to know.

Michael Crichton died today of genetically recreated seizure-inducing alien-gorilla hybrid time traveling scheming cancer cells that would have been easily killed by acid rain. He was not the best author the world had to offer (a bit of a neo-Luddite hack, actually), but he was the first author I had a desperate urge to read in his entirety.