Resident Evil: The Final Chapter Retaliation Mode Page #3

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food production in less than

50 years leading to famine.

And war. This is not

conjecture. This is a fact.

One way or another, our

world is coming to an end.

The question is, will

we end with it?

What do you propose?

I propose that we

end the world...

But on our terms.

An orchestrated apocalypse.

One that would cleanse

the world of its' population

but leave its infrastracture

and resources intact.

It's been done once before.

With great success.

The chosen few will

ride out the storm,

not in an ark as in the book

of Genesis, but in safety.

Underground.

And when it's over,

We will emerge onto

a cleansed Earth.

One we can then reboot.

In our image.

And just how do you

intend to achieve this?

The means of our salvation

are already at hand.

I give to you, the T-virus.

They released it deliberately.

When this recording was

uploaded to my data stream,

it created a conflict

in my programming.

I was created to serve

the Umbrella Corporation,

but I was also programmed

to value human life.

Dr. Isaacs allowed the virus to

escape. He murdered over 7 billion people.

My programming will not allow me to

harm an employee of the Umbrella Corporation.

I am powerless to stop

Dr. Isaacs, but you are not.

In 37 minutes, the last of the

human settlements will fall.

There will be no survivors.

It is imperative that you release

the antivirus before this occurs,

or Umbrella will have won.

There is one last thing. There is an

earpiece in front of you. Put it in.

I cannot, in my actions, harm an

employee of the Umbrella Corporation.

But I can tell you that Umbrella

had an informant in Raccoon City.

It is highly likely that this

person is now here with you.

Time is running out,

Alice. You have to hurry.

I'm glad to see you, Dr. Isaacs.

We didn't think there'd be any

survivors after that last attack.

- Water.

- Yes, of course. Get Dr. Isaacs some water.

- Then resume course for Raccoon City.

- She's not there.

- What?

- She went to the pit. We have to follow.

- Those are not my orders. I have strict...

- We have to go to the pit.

Thank you.

- What is this place?

- It's an air intake for the Hive.

Come on!

No. Really?

All clear!

Hurry up! The power's

coming back on!

- Claire!

- Hurry! Let's go!

Come on.

Come on!

Okay.

- You all right?

- Yeah.

Someone's watching us.

Reverse polarity

of the turbine.

The blades are going

the other way.

We have to get out of here. The

blades are sucking the air backwards!

Come on!

Come on!

No!

This way.

We have to hurry.

Wait!

Let's go.

Razor?

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Let's go.

- What the hell was that?

- Bio-weapon.

- This one's human. No.

- Have you seen Claire?

- Razor?

- He didn't make it.

Come on.

We have to hurry.

If the target continues on

her present course,

- she'll be here in under 7 minutes.

- Wake them.

My instructions are to do so, only

in the greatest of emergencies.

Wake them now!

What is it?

We have to

get out of here.

Here. More stopping power.

- Time's running out.

- Where to next?

- The final level of the Hive's below us.

- How do we get down there?

That's how.

- What are they?

- Cryogenic storage.

Must be thousands of them.

The Umbrella High Command.

Waiting out the apocalypse in safety.

A Noah's Ark for the

rich, and powerful.

What are you doing?

Give me a hand.

Is it done?

- The cleansing process is complete?

- No.

- Then why am I awake?

- We had a problem.

- I tried...

- Save your breath.

I know exactly

what's happening.

We've been betrayed.

That's right!

Over here!

Come on. That's it!

Follow me!

Let's go.

The bad seed returns.

Or is it the prodigal daughter?

Well, don't just stand there. Come in.

After all, you have only 9

minutes to save the world.

- You're really him?

- First things first, I'm gonna need you to place your weapons on the floor.

- Why would I wanna do that?

- This is what you're after, yes?

The Antivirus.

The cure to all this.

Well, there's only one vial.

We're half a mile underground

in a sealed facility.

I drop it here, the

antivirus goes nowhere,

and your hopeless dreams will

die sooner rather than later.

Good girl.

- You're still armed.

- Yes.

- Claire would be so disappointed.

- In a few minutes,

Claire will be dead. Along

with everybody else you know.

That's sweet.

Sorry. My love.

Move away from the weapon.

And the detonator. Come on.

She placed explosives in

the High Command cryo tubes.

- Thank you.

- You've done well, Doc.

Don't bother. You

don't make it.

To the ice pick, the decanter

or the fountain pen.

And, in answer to

your question, yes...

apart from a few

technological upgrades,

I'm Dr. Alexander Roland Isaacs.

- The original.

- The one I met out there, he thought exactly the same thing.

Of course he did. That's

how they're designed.

They always try harder and

fight longer even to death

as long as they think

they're the real thing.

After all, who wants to know they're

just a poor imitation, or a worthless copy?

Which brings us to you.

- No.

- Oh come now.

You thought you were the original.

How delicious.

No, I'm afraid she holds

that dubious honor.

Alicia Marcus, daughter

of my old partner, James.

Co-owner of the Umbrella Corporation

and a painful thorn in my side.

- What I now intend to remove.

- Time, is running out, Alice.

- You must kill him soon.

- It's good to see you too, Alicia.

Marcus created the T-Virus to

save her but the effects didn't last.

I've been waiting

years for her to die.

I'm not...

- I'm not a clone.

- Really?

You must've wondered why you

remember nothing of your childhood.

Your father. Your mother.

- Memory loss.

- No. You have no memory because you had no life.

Nothing before the mansion,

when we created you, 10 years ago.

- I know who I am.

- I don't think so.

You're nothing more than a

puppet whose strings were cut.

And then you wandered around for

a little while thinking you were a real girl.

But you're not. You're

just a clever imitation.

A facsimile.

A rather troublesome one at that.

You're lying to me.

I'm afraid he's not.

You were created in

her image, as was I.

My likeness and voice were based

on childhood recordings of Alicia Marcus,

made by her father.

Your genetic structure

is based on her DNA,

tweaked to avoid the progeria

aging disease that afflicted her.

I'm the child she was.

You are the woman

she would've been.

No. You are so much better

than I ever could be.

I let this happen.

I was weak.

- You cannot afford to be.

- Time is running out, Alice.

Ah, how touching.

The trinity of b*tches,

united in their hatred.

Not that it'll do

you any good.

I've been ahead of you

every step of the way.

You've changed nothing.

You've saved no one.

The world will still be cleansed and

the Umbrella Corporation will triumph.

The only difference is, I'll

no longer have to

listen to your self-

righteous whining.

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