Infected Regretevator Novels & Stories

"I'm in." He looked at his hands. They weren't the gloved hands of Wraith. They were wireframes. He hadn't loaded his skin yet. He was a ghost in the machine. Ren tried to summon his menu. A jagged, torn window appeared. PROJECT_REVERSAL: ACTIVE. INFECTION RATE: 14%. "Fourteen percent," Ren whispered. "It's spreading." He looked around the broken Lobby. In the corner, where the "Training Bots" usually stood, there was something else.

"You idiots! Welcome to the world of HIV. You deserve this. Weren't we the most united, caring, and loving class? Since you all adored me so much, you should've been ready to die with me! "What fun would it be if I were the only one infected? I want every single one of you to go down with me. Let's all go to hell together!" Neil's laughter echoed even as they continued to beat him up. The gentle expression he once wore was now replaced with pure malice and insanity. There was no fear in his eyes, for he knew that nothing would change, no matter how badly they beat him up. What had happened couldn't be undone. There was no reversing the fact that everyone was now infected.

But one thing was certain to me: no one just appears from nowhere. It was past 3 AM, and we were still identifying the loopholes and looking for more significant elements, when suddenly, the system glitched so hard that everything froze. “What the—” Alex muttered. “Don’t touch it.” I snapped. But it was too late. The system blinked, and then, everything turned blank. Every file was gone, not deleted but wiped. The room dropped dead in silence. Then a single line appeared on the screen. “ACESS RESTRICTED… LEVEL OVERRIDE DETECTED…”

On the walls, holograms displayed rotating anatomical models — the human brain in shining detail, the breakdown of cellular regeneration, a three-dimensional scan of an artificial heart pulsing in synchronized beat. Detroit didn’t pause for any of it. He moved with quiet authority. “Dr. Lang,” he said, without looking up. A tall woman in her fifties immediately stepped forward. Her ID badge read — Dr. Marianne Lang, Head of Genetic Recovery Department. “Sir,” she said, inclining her head. “Everything’s prepared for your inspection.” “Good.” He didn’t stop walking. “Start with Ward C. I want to see the progress on Project ReGenesis.”