He didn’t turn it off.
The problem was, the NSP wasn't supposed to exist outside of whiteboard diagrams.
He started building.
He did the only thing the training never taught him. He stopped managing and started rescuing.
“...anyone? This is Doctor Mia Sorna, Site B. The storm tore through the aviary. The Quetzalcoatlus are gone. They’re heading for the mainland. I’ve locked myself in the Embryonics Administration. The power is failing. If you’re the new director... please. Don’t build for profit. Build for survival.” Jurassic World Evolution Complete Edition -NSP-...
“If you’re reading this, you’re the last director. The NSP isn’t a game. It’s a final test. All the chaos, all the storms, all the betrayals from every campaign... they were just rehearsals. Can you build a park that survives itself?”
On his main terminal, the simulation continued to run. The camera zoomed out. Isla Nublar. Isla Sorna. The Five Deaths. All connected now. A single, complete ecosystem. He didn’t turn it off
He picked up the visor, wiped the sweat from his brow, and put it back on.