Infected Regretevator Novels & Stories

I will need more pads. Matt nodded as he shoved his hands into his pocket. Before the incident, we used to go home together, but after that night he instructed the driver not to wait for me anymore. I turned to look at him one more time and ask him one more question. “You said we could go back the way we were if I aborted the pregnancy, well since I’m not pregnant can we still go back to being best friends?” I needed to see the kind of person I had trusted, I wanted to see the real Matt.

"What do you mean? Is there still hope for me?" "Sterling has returned to the research institute. You probably only heard the first half of what he said and missed the second half. He has gone to develop an antidote for you. If he succeeds, not only will you not need to rely on the i240, but the situation caused by the i240 can also be recovered through other means. In other words, you only need i240 for a short time, and we will control the dosage to prevent you from inhaling too much. After that, we only need to wait for Sterling."

"The moment Subject Alpha breached the sea-gates, he triggered the dispersal. It’s a targeted retrovirus—the 'Icarus Strain.' It doesn't care about your firewalls. It doesn't care about your 'Will-Net.' It’s a key designed for the Lane lock." Analysis: Pathogen detected in the ventilation filters, the Sovereign signaled, its voice sharp with a metallic alarm. The strain is a chimeric DNA-mutagen. It is specifically designed to recognize the Sovereign-class genetic markers. It is currently dormant, awaiting a host with high-density violet-coding. My hand flew to my throat. I wasn't just a host. I was the source. And Leo... "Leo," I breathed, the word a frantic prayer. I looked at the monitors

The Anatomy of the Entropic-Audit This was the "High-Concept-Apex." The $1,000,000 debt from Chapter 1 had been the "Infection-Vector." In the "Sovereign-Residue," that infection was "Evolving." The "Consortium-Ghost" was attempting to "Re-Standardize" the "Multiverse" by "Injecting" a "Somatic-Virus" of "Regret" into the "Avery-Protocol."

We won the army's freedom. But lost the war against parasitic infection spreading through reality. "How many?" Rhett demanded into the silence. Through our cosmic awareness, we searched. Found the infections. Seeds of Architect-corruption scattered across the kingdom. Hundreds of people who would slowly transform into harvest points. "Three hundred seventy-two infected," I said numbly. "Growing. Spreading. We cannot purge them all before the seeds grow." Queen Elara's voice came through dimensional communication. "Then we quarantine. Isolate the infected. Find a cure."

“It may be possible to manipulate them. As long as we stay one step ahead of them, it should be okay. As long as we stay one step ahead… Going against them, dealing with them may not be as hard as we thought.” /One down./ Angie ticked an objective off her mental checklist. Angie nodded and looked pensive too. “What do you think their issue is, though...?” “Huh? Doesn't the virus cause the brain to degenerate? Although research on the Infected had long stopped, there once was a time when it was still possible to research on them.”

I said. I didn't lunge at him. I slammed the transmitter into the central crystal of the throne. "Leo! Ace! NOW!" The world exploded in a different kind of white-out. The "Regret-Virus" wasn't a sound. It was an Emotional Tsunami. Through the city's grid, the memories of the Triplets' birth—the moment the 'wolfless' doctor held her three miracles in the dark of a cave—flooded every screen, every mind, and every shadow. The memory of Killian’s first look at Luna. The memory of the way he felt when he realized he had been tricked by Sarah.

He turned back to meet my gaze. I winced. “She’s out but should be back soon.” “Alright. Make sure you tell her everything I just said,” he replied, packing up his things. That fragments kept popping up. “Doctor, is it possible to have flashes of an image that aren't clear or identifiable?” He turns in his tracks to meet my gaze. “Yes, of course. That's great news and obviously a miracle that you can capture flashes.” His face lit up with excitement. “It means everything is going perfectly. You will continue to have flashes that come and go. They are fragments of your lost memories gradually resurfacing,” he replied, his tone filled with joy.

We went. The precinct on West 35th smelled of burnt coffee and floor cleaner and the fluorescent lights made everything look slightly worse than it probably was. Jane and I sat across from an investigator in a small windowless room and he walked us through what had been found on Andre's personal computer in a professional manner that showed he'd done this countless times. He turned the screen toward us.

A high-priority system alert screamed across the interface, overriding every security protocol. "Sophia! We have a catastrophic breach!" Zero’s voice broke over the comms, heavily distorted by a rising storm of static. "The 'Shadow' protocol... it didn't delete when we purged the Montgomery servers. It migrated. It found a more compatible, more desperate biological host."