"Was there any problem with the group?" Hammond asked.
"No," Henry Wu said, "there was no problem at all."
"They accepted your explanation?"
"Why shouldn't they?" Wu said. "It's all quite straightforward, in the broad strokes. It's only the details that get sticky. And I wanted to talk about the details with you today. You can think of it as a matter of aesthetics." 
John Hammond wrinkled his nose, as if he smelled something disagreeable. "Aesthetics?" he repeated. 
They were standing in the living room of Hammond's elegant bungalow, set back among palm trees among the northern sector of the park. The living room was airy and comfortable, fitted with a half-dozen video monitors showing the animals in the park. The file Wu had brought, stamped ANIMAL DEVELOPMENT: VERSION 4.4, lay on the coffee table. 
Hammond was looking at him in that patient, paternal way. Wu, thirty-three years old, was acutely aware that he had worked for Hammond all his professional life. Hammond had hired him right out of graduate school. 
"Of course, there are practical consequences as well," Wu said. "I really think you should consider my recommendations for phase two. We should go to version 4.4." 
"You want to replace the current stock of animals?" Hammond said.
"Yes, I do."
"Why? What's wrong with them?"
"Nothing," Wu said, "except that they're real dinosaurs."
"That's what I asked for, Henry," Hammond said, smiling. "And that's what you gave me."
"I know," Wu said. "But you see..." He paused. How could he explain this to Hammond? Hammond hardly ever visited the island. And it was a peculiar situation that Wu was trying to convey. "Right now, as we stand here, almost no one in the world has ever seen an actual dinosaur. Nobody knows what they're really like."
"Yes..."
"The dinosaurs we have now are real," Wu said, pointing to the screens around the room, "but in certain ways they are unsatisfactory. Unconvincing. I could make them better."
"Better in what way?" 
"For one thing, they move too fast," Henry Wu said. "People aren't accustomed to seeing large animals that are so quick. I'm afraid visitors will think the dinosaurs look speeded up, like film running too fast." 
"But, Henry, these are real dinosaurs. You said so yourself."
"I know," Wu said. "But we could breed slower, more domesticated dinosaurs."
"Domesticated dinosaurs?" Hammond snorted. "Nobody wants domesticated dinosaurs, Henry. They want the real thing." 
"But that's my point," Wu said. "I don't think they do. They want to see their expectation, which is quite different."
Hammond was frowning. 
"You said yourself, John, this park is entertainment," Wu said. "And entertainment has nothing to do with reality. Entertainment is antithetical to reality." 
Hammond sighed. "Now, Henry, are we going to have another one of those abstract discussions? You know I like to keep it simple. The dinosaurs we have now are real, and—" 
 "Well, not exactly," Wu said. "After all, these animals are already modified. We've inserted genes to make them patentable, and to make them lysine dependent. And we've done everything we can to promote growth, and accelerate development into adulthood."
Hammond shrugged. "That was inevitable. We didn't want to wait. We have investors to consider." 
"Of course. I'm just saying, why stop there? Why not push ahead to make exactly the kind of dinosaur that we'd like to see? One that is more acceptable to visitors, and easier for us to handle? A slower, more docile version for our park?"
Hammond frowned. "But then the dinosaurs wouldn't be real."
"But they're not real now," Wu said. "That's what I'm trying to tell you. There isn't any reality here." 

(Crichton, 122-124) 

Interesting.
This has always been the goal of the occultists, like Masons and Jєωs. They want their "Adam Kadmon", a perfected humanity, so that they can be their own "gods". I think you're correct in noting that genocide may not be the end of all of this, but a
"necessary" means to that end of a perfected humanity. These people are materialists, after all. They believe in evolution and have a Whig view of history (progressivism), and think that man-made changes to humanity will result in the better man. Therefore, why not separate the wheat from the chaff and let the "lesser" of the masses die off to allow for the "superior" individuals to remain and "transcend" into their transhuman utopia.

We all know they will succeed, in a way. As it is no different from the Natural Messiah that the Jєωs have been clamoring for since they rejected the True Messiah, Jesus Christ. And they will attain it, undoubtedly. We are just the barrier to that goal, which needs to be sifted. Given all that is being developed and constructed now, I think there's a possibility that Antichrist will be their "Overman" and that their transhuman ideal will be attained, albeit as a curse rather than a blessing.

Apocalypse comes to mind: "And in those days men shall seek death, and shall not find it: and they shall desire to die, and death shall fly from them." [Apocalypse 9:6]
Does that not sound like the hell that awaits people stuck inside of their own digital universe? Unable to die, but not able to truly live? It reminds me of the classic dystopian story by Harlan Ellison, I Have No Mouth and I must Scream:


This is the reality that these men want for everyone. To be playthings for their own created, virtual worlds. To become a Demiurge of their own making. It is utterly Antichristian.

Great points. I think their experiment is bound to fail however, much like how the park in the book I quoted failed in the end. Both attempts are trying to achieve something that is beyond the capacity of man, which is the total control of nature through technology. The Technocrats do not understand what, or who, man is, so they cannot accurately formulate for him. For all their gadgets and slogans, they cannot make man truly happy and they cannot crush the desires of men's souls. Much like how in the book I referenced, the men in charge of the park did not fully comprehend what they were dealing with. They merely thought that because they created the dinosaurs through their science and monitored them through their technology, that these creatures would be easy to control and would more or less do their bidding because they "owned" the animals. Their "control grid" worked on some level, but had severe oversights and limitations because the creators of the grid (being fallible human beings) had severe oversights and limitations. And I think that bodes well for us in the end.