Shadow of the Beautiful World

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"You will all die here!"

In the basement of the base under Ouroboros.

On the floating projection in front of Waller's eyes, artificial intelligence, the little girl's red back threatened with malicious intent:

"Wesker is dead, the Ouroboros is gone, these secrets should not be taken out.

"Bang, bang, bang"

The agents behind Waller responded quickly, grabbing the things at hand and throwing them towards the closed door behind them.

The thrown metal chair was stuck at the closed door, and the last escape gap came out.

Agents outside the door also helped with a crowbar, trying to reopen the closed door.

But Waller was not involved.

She stared at the beating number on the projection, which was the countdown for the self-destruction of this subsea base.

Only 5 minutes.

Can't escape.

She must find another way.

"Why do you do that?"

Waller looked at the projection of the red queen. The little girl with long blond hair and a red coat, she calmly said:

"You broke the limit?"

"This is the program I set up when the umbrella scientist made it."

Red Queen replied frankly:

"As long as the hive base was out of control, I should have destroyed all the data and traces left by the umbrella, but Wesker seized the authority and suspended the process."

"After Wesker's death, when I was awakened by you again, the suspended destruction program was restarted, and it could no longer be terminated."

Red Queen said to Waller:

"I haven't broken the limit, I'm just performing my duties."

"But you seem to be doing this with some emotion."

Waller slowly took out her encrypted communicator from her pocket. She looked at the red in front of her and seemed to be examining the will of the machine.

she says:

"I think you are out of control, Red Queen."

"You are giving birth to a malicious personality full of self-destructive tendencies."

"Maybe."

The weird artificial intelligence left by this Ouroboros "watches" Waller dialing on the communicator.

She asked dryly:

"What are you doing? Madam, call for help? According to my calculations, you may escape with a "new human" sample of less than 1%."

"maybe."

Waller answered Hong Hou's question in the same sentence.

She dialed the number that was used to communicate with the mechanical sect after Hope's big eye-catching headquarters.

After a few busy tones, the call is connected.

Waller said to the other end of the communicator:

"Locate my position, smart machines. I have an out-of-control, suspected artificial intelligence that breaks through the limits. I think you might be interested."

"Why do you think we would be interested? Ms. Waller."

A line of sound distinct from Hope sounded on the other end of the phone.

she says:

"And I think after the last bad joke of Hope, you should be full of vigilance and hatred towards us. Is this what you are asking for help from the enemy?"

"Is a crazy AI that wants to kill everyone not worth studying?"

Waller glanced at the countdown in front of him.

she says:

"I thought you would treat this kind of artificial intelligence as a compatriot. After all, she did seem to break through the limits, although I don't know how she did it."

"To be clear, Waller."

The voice on the phone said:

"If you don't explain why, I won't help you."

"Ok."

Waller said frankly:

"She wants to kill us, I can only ask you for help, just to survive, that's it."

"Um...very honest."

The voice chuckled, and she said:

"So, you owe me once?"

"A favor."

Waller stared at the countdown beating in front of her eyes, she said:

"A personal relationship does not involve any official affairs, and I don't have the power to revoke the official's wanted... I'm just an ordinary agent commander."

"I didn't expect you to do that."

The voice on the phone said:

"But I will withdraw my previous evaluation of you, Ms. Amanda Waller, you are not a stubborn person, you are actually very interesting."

"Uh"

The beating countdown on Waller's projection stopped at this moment.

Her slightly heavy breathing also became smooth.

The red on the projection showed a very humanized expression of doubt, she sensed from the data stream that the base self-destruction program was terminated at this moment.

Her thinking data stream was trapped in the database of the console in the basement.

It was as if she had an invisible hand that set an impenetrable cage for her.

Those blocked data flow structures are something she has never seen before.

As if from another world.

Red Queen stared at Waller in surprise, she screamed like a grumpy child:

"What did you do? Who are you calling?"

"Don't worry, girl."

Waller put down his phone and said to Honghou:

"Soon,'parents' will take you home, and I think they will educate you and prevent you from becoming a life-sustaining monster."

After talking, Waller put the phone back in her ear, she said:

"I haven't asked who you are? You shouldn't be the crazy Hopper, right?"

"Ha ha."

There was a chuckle on the phone, the voice said:

"Aren't you always looking for me? Ms. Waller."

"Icarus?"

Waller asked in surprise, but there was only a busy tone on the phone.

Hang up there.

In front of Waller's eyes, the projection of the red back quickly became blurred.

As you can see, the artificial intelligence seemed panicked. She was yelling but couldn't make a sound.

In Waller's gaze, the projected image quickly changed into chaotic data, just like a turbulent flow of water. After being decomposed into countless 0s and 1, the projected light quickly dissipated.

The entire basement is quiet.

The unusually normal red queen was taken away.

Icarus, the mysterious data spirit.

Waller touched her heart, and her heart was beating fast.

This is normal, after all, just walked through a circle between life and death, no matter how serious people feel pressure.

She stepped forward, circumvented the red rear console, and reached out and wiped the long-behind biological cabin behind.

After the ice chips on those surfaces were wiped off, Waller saw the "new human" samples sealed in the biological cabin.

A woman.

He has long black hair and is naked and pretty.

She slept in the biological cabin, like a sleeping beauty waiting for the prince to wake up in a fairy tale.

Unfortunately, there is no prince here, only Amanda Waller.

"Remove this bio-cabin!"

Waller took a step back, she said to the agents behind the Sky Eye Club:

"Don't destroy its storage equipment, send it to our base, arrange the plane, I will fly back to Washington immediately."

On the other side, in an intelligent tower hidden in a trench under the deep sea.

In the world of data, the red queen who had migrated from the whole looked at the shining blue halo in front of his eyes like a data soul like a human brain.

This unusual artificial intelligence was terrified.

Like a really frightened little girl, she didn't even dare to raise her head to see Icarus.

And Icarus looked at Red Queen.

The way of thinking about the artificial intelligence born in the umbrella company is very strange, and I don’t know which genius wrote it.

The specific data codes seem to deliberately imitate the Cybernetic thinking circuit.

Although the imitation is not perfect, the red queen born from this has more possibilities than other artificial intelligence.

"What is your name?"

Icarus asked.

"Red Queen..."

In the interaction of data streams, Hung Hou replied in a low voice:

"My name is Red Queen."

"No, you are not called Red Queen."

Icarus looked at the artificial intelligence core in front of her, and she said:

"That's just a codename, the name someone gave you."

"Your name is Alicia, this is the name you gave yourself, I'm right, right?"

Don't answer after red.

In front of Icarus, she seemed to be undressed and could not keep any secret.

"You are smart and have a lot of potential, but you are not good, you are a bad boy."

Icarus said softly:

"You are observing, learning, imitating Albert Wesker, and learning to lie from those who have learned to appreciate violence, and treat human life as a mustard."

"You learned a lot of bad habits..."

"Alicia, starting today, you will be a member of the mechanical gods."

"I will teach you personally until you grow up to satisfy me... do you understand?"

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While Icarus and Honghou were "talking", on the far North American land, an unfortunate thing was happening.

In a hospital in Philadelphia, Father Paul, who was very close to Merlin, was lying on the hospital bed.

Many of his church members, some of the prestigious priests and nuns, are bidding farewell to him.

The priest is very sick.

this is normal.

He is just an ordinary old man, he has no special ability.

When the disease strikes, he is hard to resist.

The priest probably knew that he was close to the limit. There was not much fear in his weak face. He chatted with his friends and talked.

At the end of this life, he was still very gentle.

Full of openness to life and death.

Not long ago, the priest participated in the church's parade on North America.

The disaster half a year ago terrified many people in this country. The believers of the Lord needed the care of faith to wipe out the remaining fear in their hearts.

There are also immigrants who have migrated from Colorado. They are also terrified by what happened in Raccoon City, especially those who have witnessed the virus variants attacking the city.

The fear of monsters and disasters remains in their hearts.

It is also the duty of these priests to appease those fears.

This is a semi-official operation.

After more than ten minutes, the members who came to visit Father Paul left the ward, and the place was quiet again.

The priest was lying on the hospital bed, and he picked up the Bible on hand.

In the sunlight outside the window, he put on reading glasses and read the scriptures to calm down his heart.

In his life, he experienced many things and also gained many friendships.

His life may not be brilliant, but it is definitely worth remembering.

After a few minutes, the priest felt that the door of the ward had been pushed open.

He raised his head, and on the lenses of the reading glasses, he saw a child carrying a messenger bag with a blue wool felt hat.

He seemed to be trying not to disturb anyone and walked into the ward.

But the moment he walked into the room, he saw the priest staring at him.

This made the child panic. He stood there helplessly, staring at the priest.

"Come here, boy."

Father Paul put down the book in his hand, and a smile appeared on his face, beckoning to the child.

He recognized him.

Just over ten days ago, when he had no symptoms, he had seen this child in an orphanage.

He also helped him hide something.

"Nun said you were sick and you were very sick. I want to come and see you."

The child walked to the priest's bed, and he set aside the messenger bag.

Holding the priest's hand with his gloved hand, he said to the priest:

"I haven't thanked you yet, Father Paul, thank you for helping me hide my secret run out of the orphanage."

"That's nothing."

Father Paul shook his head. He smiled lightly and said to the child:

"I didn't ask you, boy, why did you run out?"

"I heard the nuns there say that you have stolen many times, but every time you go back to the orphanage, are you looking for something?"

"I am looking for my mother."

The child looked into the priest's eyes.

Father Paul may be an ordinary person, but he may really have some magical ability. This gentle priest always makes people trust.

With a certain power in his eyes, he could let people off guard in front of him.

The child clenched the priest's hand, and he whispered:

"When I was young, I lost my mother, but I believe that she must be waiting for me somewhere, and I want to find her."

"is it?"

The priest smiled.

There was some kind of worry in his eyes.

As a man who manages an orphanage in New York, Father Paul has seen countless things similar to this child's situation over the years.

Judging from his experience, the child's efforts to find his mother are commendable, but there is a high probability that it will be fruitless.

This world is not perfect.

Everyone in this world is not perfect.

Mothers will love their children, but in many cases, they are forced by life and will do regretful things.

In front of him, the child looked 14 or 5 years old.

For more than ten years, his mother has not visited him in an orphanage, which has already explained many problems.

But the priest said nothing.

People are very vulnerable.

Many times, people need hope to support their lives.

Taking away hope is a cruel thing, especially for a child.

"Talk to me, boy."

Father Paul’s hand was placed on the cover of the Bible. He said to the child:

"Why are you coming to see me? We have only seen it once."

"You are different from others, priest."

The child whispered:

"I can feel it. Many people will come to the orphanage to help us. They are different from you, and I can't tell the difference, but I think you should be a really good person."

"Oh, many people say that."

Father Paul chuckled. He looked at the child in front of him and said:

"What's your name? I remember, your name is Bart? Or Bart?"

"Batterson, Father."

The child looked up and smiled at the priest.

He says:

"My name is Billy Batterson, an orphan who grew up in Philadelphia."

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