Infected Regretevator Novels & Stories

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.”

It made the eerie space more gloomy, but I ignored the weird vibes I was getting. "Let’s have it," I said. Charlotte opened her laptop and blue-green code streamed onto the cracked wall as the battery-powered projector came to life. I really didn’t know when she got the time to learn how to code, but it was really coming in handy now. "Every breach that's ruptured Ophelia's press in the last two months traces back to a Regent server," she stated, her voice strained. "One of your old secure clusters." My stomach knotted. "Those servers had been retired for years."

she asked with a scornful look. “I didn’t say that,” Adrian replied. “Regenys-X9 isn’t a cure. It’s a catalyst. It pushes healthy cells into overdrive—but it doesn’t discriminate. In a body that’s been weak for eight years, it doesn’t heal—it accelerates decay. The immune system that’s been barely keeping him alive? Regenys-X9 floods it with aggressive synthetic enzymes that cause cell exhaustion. It’s like pouring gasoline on a dying fire—dramatic, but it burns out faster,” Adrian said in a calm, confident tone.

My voice is firmer this time–louder. “We are not doing that. Like you said, Lady Adrena, it is a festering infection. And we need to find the cause of the infection, and stop it. If you kill them now, what is to say the infection does not just pick a new healthy host, and starts all over!” “The absurdity!” Sir Belros roars, striking his staff in a fit of tantrum repeatedly. The jolly, cheery faced Elder, Sir Ronord, chuckles again. “Let's all keep cool heads, please. He is still Regent Alpha and we will do well to respect that.”

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."

I was transferred to a new dorm, and my dormmates were lovely people who played by the rules. After a few days, some police officers came to campus to investigate Summer and Jean's disappearances. I told them the truth. That afternoon, Terence was found dead in his home. I knew he hadn't taken his life because he was afraid of the repercussions but because he missed Adeline terribly. He couldn't take it and wanted to be with her in the afterlife. … After graduation, I stayed on at the college. I didn't accept any of my students' bribes during my tenure there. I checked each dorm carefully and ensured that any students found using high-power electrical appliances were educated on fire safety.