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CHAPTER 38
🕑 Added 2025-06-23 16:04:03 +0000 UTCThe next day, the laboratory was quiet. Ward and Dr. Ashford stood before the large observation window, looking in at the four volunteers who were now awake, moving, and healthy. Their bodies were fully healed. But in the fifth isolation chamber, a sheet was drawn over the bed.
"It seems," Ward said, his arms crossed, his tone clinical, "that a compromised immune system cannot withstand the initial viral assault. The serum is useless if the host dies before it can be administered."
"Yes…" Dr. Ashford whispered, his expression lost. The single failure overshadowed the four incredible successes. The plan he'd secretly harbored in his heart—to use the virus on himself so he could one day walk beside his cured daughter—crumbled into dust. His own frail health meant he could never take the risk. He could give his daughter back her life, but he was doomed to watch it forever from the confines of his chair.
A week later, final diagnostics confirmed the four surviving volunteers were stable, with no lingering negative side effects. The T-Virus healing serum project was, by all scientific metrics, a success.
True to his word, Dr. Ashford invited Ward to his home as a guest. With a secure case containing the five remaining doses of the virus and the serum, Ward accompanied him to a sprawling, stately home in the heart of the exclusive Arklay Estates. Pushing Dr. Ashford's wheelchair into the castle-like villa, Ward was struck by the undercurrent of sterile quiet; it felt more like a private hospital than a family home.
"Angela, darling! Dad is back!" Ashford called into the house.
"Coming, Dad!" a bright, young voice replied. A moment later, a little girl with her father's kind eyes wheeled herself into the grand living room. She looked at the new stranger with open curiosity. "Dad, who is this uncle?"
"This is my new assistant, Ward Morey," he introduced, his voice filled with affection.
"Hello, Uncle Morey," she said politely.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Angela," Ward said, squatting down to her level with a warm smile and gently touching her hair.
"My father rarely invites people over," she said, her gaze sharp and intelligent. "You must have a very good relationship with him."
"Well… we've only known each other for about half a month," Ward winked playfully. "Maybe my personality is just that charming."
"You must be up to something!" she declared seriously.
"You're not cute at all when you're right," Ward said, reluctantly ruffling her hair again.
"He came with me to treat your leg, sweetheart," Ashford explained, wheeling over. "He helped me a great deal with the research. When you can walk again, you must remember to thank your Uncle Morey."
"Really? Dad?" The little girl, who had been looking a bit down, suddenly lit up, almost standing up from her chair in sheer excitement. "You developed a medicine to heal my legs?"
"Yes," Ward said softly, opening his case and preparing a syringe. "And it will work immediately. Now, give me your arm."
Angela glanced at the strange, glowing liquids, hesitated for only a second, then bravely presented her arm.
An hour later, Angela, who had been confined to a wheelchair her entire life, stood on her own two feet, her legs trembling. As she took her first, wobbly step, her center of gravity shifted, and she pitched forward. Ward, anticipating it, rushed forward and caught her.
"Thank you, uncle," she said, beaming, before he stabilized her. She stood up again, and with intense concentration, took another step, then another, moving with the careful, deliberate motion of a toddler.
Dr. Ashford watched, his face a mask of pure, unadulterated joy, a single, happy tear tracking a path down his cheek as he watched his daughter walk for the very first time.
At noon, Ward stayed for a hearty lunch with the two of them. Afterward, a servant took Angela out to the lawn, where she walked happily in the grass, pushing a small scooter. Ward and Dr. Ashford sat by the window, watching her play.
"Morey," Ashford said suddenly, his voice earnest. "Thank you. Thank you for all your help." During their time together, he had seen the boy's tireless efforts, his brilliant mind that could so quickly grasp and expand upon the most complex concepts.
"Without me, I believe you would have developed the serum eventually, Doctor," Ward said with a shake of his head.
"Perhaps not. But your joining my lab was the most sensible choice I have made in a very long time." He paused. "So, what is next? Will you continue the serum research with me?" His tone was hopeful.
"That depends," Ward replied. "What are your plans? To continue developing the serum, or the virus?"
"The serum," Ashford said, his expression turning heavy. "The T-Virus is already out of my hands. I have no doubt the company will use it to develop biological weapons. It is my duty… my penance… to create the cure for the monster I helped unleash."
"I see," Ward said. He looked at Ashford. "I'm sorry, Doctor. But I plan to pivot to artificial intelligence next. I was hoping to transfer to Umbrella's computer science division."
"Artificial intelligence?" Ashford asked, surprised. "But you're a biologist."
"I'm interested in many things," Ward explained. "And after my work on the T-Virus, I have a new idea. A way to combine our fields." He leaned forward, his eyes bright with a new vision. "Why risk altering the entire human body with a virus when we only need to replace a single, damaged part? What if we could grow organic tissue with the T-Virus's regenerative properties outside the body, integrate it with advanced cybernetics, and create perfect, seamless replacement limbs?"
Ashford stared at him, stunned.
"It would be the best choice for the disabled," Ward continued, his voice full of passion. "No risk of systemic infection, no reduced lifespan, no chance of rejection. We could call it bionic machinery."
Ashford's scientific mind raced, immediately seeing the obstacle. "But the side effects of the T-Virus… the instinctual aggression, the mutation… you risk creating a limb that would turn on its host."
"Which is why I need to study AI first," Ward countered smoothly. "The aggressive instincts of the viral cells would be contained, controlled by a dedicated security chip, a closed-loop AI that ensures the flesh obeys the machine, and the machine obeys its user. A perfect, safe symbiosis." He grinned. "And if the side effects aren't in the host's body to begin with, they are much easier to solve."
Ashford was completely captivated. He understood now. Bionic machinery—machines that simulated the shape, structure, and control principles of living things, but taken a step further. Machines that contained actual, simulated cellular tissue. A true hybrid of biology and technology. A new form of life, without the messy complication of a mind.
He looked at the boy in front of him and saw not just a brilliant biologist, but a true polymath, a visionary whose thinking transcended single disciplines. It seemed his work with Ward Morey had only just begun.
