Infinity, progressing from Arasaka

Now, it has also acquired Quink manufacturing technology and some high-tech military equipment manufacturing technology from Giant God Corporation.

Yes, my growth and expansion will be completely unhindered...

A knocking sound rang out on the door.

"Please come in."

Vera spoke without looking up, then twirled her pen and began to concentrate.

Squeak.

She was her administrative secretary.

"Ms. Russell, they're here again. This is a joint protest and petition from Greenpeace, radical environmental organizations, and animal rights groups, which they want to forward to you." The secretary placed a thick stack of documents on the desk.

Vera glanced at it briefly, then her face darkened, and her eyebrows almost buckled with anger.

She even temporarily put aside the requests from Chris Redfield, who had sent her private messages for increased equipment support and financial assistance.

The document contained a petition signed, sealed, and fingerprinted, filled with impassioned fervor, pointing fingers at her from a moral high ground.

"Our massive infrastructure projects in California, Texas, Raccoon City, and Colorado have provoked strong resentment from them. Their people have tied themselves to trees, pitched tents on hillsides that needed leveling, and even vandalized our construction vehicles at night, vandalizing and splashing paint on our local offices..."

Seeing the disgusted expression on his CEO's face, stained with some kind of filthy yellowish-white substance, the secretary hesitated for a moment before continuing:

"Their spokesperson demanded that our military technology sector halt large-scale construction, reclaim factory land from forests, build ecological parks for animals that have lost their homes, and allocate special funds for their protection; they will oversee this..."

boom.

Deceiving too much!

Vera slammed the petition on her desk, her face sour, and muttered, "They're pushing their luck. We can't let this door open. If we do, the consequences will be dire. Military technology must never regress."

She was well aware that after the left-wing movements of the 1960s and 70s, environmental protection, animal rights and equality became the mainstream of culture and some public opinion in the normalized Western world. By the turn of the century in the 1990s, extreme animal rights organizations began to emerge.

Even America's vice president became one of those cheering her on.

At the end of the 20th century, the Cold War ended and the CCP disintegrated. The US was deindustrializing, shutting down many military factories and R&D projects, and laying off skilled workers. However, military technology emerged and reversed the trend of industrialization. Many of the closed military factories, military R&D projects, and skilled workers were taken over by the military science and technology sector.

Even larger-scale construction projects.

This is quite conspicuous in the United States, especially since the military sciences under Vera's leadership have an obvious attitude towards charity and environmental protection. It's not that they don't care, but compared to their size, it's too small, and they rarely spend money on it, which makes those people unhappy.

"Grasp!"

Vera uttered a single word with heavy emphasis.

"This is no longer an ordinary extreme protest. We must take strong measures. Where are the police and security? Arrest them! Where are our legal department and partner law firms? Prosecute them! Apply to the state governments of California, Texas, and Colorado for operating licenses for state-level private prisons. It doesn't matter if the prisons are overcrowded and under pressure. We understand the governors and state legislatures. We will build them ourselves and share the burden with them."

“I’d rather spend hundreds of millions of dollars building prisons just to stuff them in! I’d never give them a single penny!”

After saying that, Vera looked at her secretary, who was still hesitant to speak.

"besides?"

"Yes, ma'am. Some activists have said that our company's efforts in promoting diversity, equality, and inclusion are not good enough..."

Vera: "..."

Fortunately, the diversity movement hadn't developed to that extreme level at that time...

Well... there are still some constraints on development, but they're not that significant.

Everything here is great, except for an abundance of ridiculous and trivial matters.

......

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PS: Hehe (＃`O′).

Don't wait, go to sleep early. Anyway, you'll definitely see it at 5:59 tomorrow morning.

Chapter 067 Five: 'Wei's' Letter of Appeal to Atlas & Chris

"...Ha ha."

After a brief digestion of "Call of Duty: World," there was no discomfort whatsoever, as relaxed as going home to sleep. After sorting through the memories and chaotic fragments that seemed to have suddenly rushed into her brain from the depths of her soul, Vera's lips twitched slightly, she shook her head, and revealed a strange smile.

Let you show off.

While the military science unit 'Wei' in the Resident Evil world enjoys an unparalleled superior development environment and advantages, it also naturally has to endure the intrusion of those trivial and absurd matters that only arise in a normally developing and orderly society.

Full, warm and lustful.

When people are doing well, they start thinking about all sorts of trivial things.

It's human nature; even a moral saint couldn't change this.

The only thing that can change these things is the environment.

Does being a good person mean having a gun pointed at your head?

Yes, good people deserve to have guns pointed at them.

In a cyberpunk world, every single one of these people would be taught a lesson by those evil corporations: the iron fist of a corporation as a state. This would range from extortion and blackmail to beatings and torture, to killing specific individuals, and even massacring all survivors of any organization deemed a threat.

Of course, if they are truly people with a cyberpunk worldview, those who dare not rise up in rebellion will never take any real action to resist, while those who dare to jump out must be prepared to disregard life and death and everything else.

There is no intermediate value.

While the "Resident Evil world" faces an escalating threat of bio-terrorist attacks globally, it remains a relatively stable world with normal social order and values.

There is no cyberpunk mega-corporation.

At least not yet.

So, when you don't have the power to overturn the table or reshape and change people's values, just bear with it.

If you're supposed to be a "good guy" with a gun pointed at you, then you have to abide by the existing rules there. Even if you have to cross the line, you have to be careful and know when to stop.

Be respectable.

Vera's respectability in this world lies in working under a middle-aged man who has lost his son and developed extreme tendencies as a result.

"What are you laughing at, Vera?"

Jonathan Irons, CEO of Giant God Corporation, whose eyes, when he narrowed them, resembled someone adept at playing all sorts of cunning and treacherous villains, walked over carrying two cups of Nouveau coffee, handing them over while asking with interest.

"It's nothing, Professor Irons. I just have another new idea about prosthetic technology. It's clear, well, but still very rough."

As she spoke, Vera reached out and took the coffee from Irons, gesturing as she did so.

Whoosh! Pulling over a chair and sitting down, Irons took a sip and said with a friendly smile, "Tell me about it."

"Medical prosthetics should not be limited to simple limbs. As long as rejection is solved, as a sophisticated implantable device, it can also effectively replace missing or damaged organs. This includes artificial heart valves, limbs, vertebrae, and implanted cyber prosthetic plug-ins. Yes, Professor Irons, I will name this new idea of ​​mine cyber implants."

Vera leaned back against her desk, holding her coffee, and snapped her fingers. She began excitedly:

"If this were to be realized, it would effectively save patients' lives in any adverse situation, allow patients to continue working normally after suffering severe physical trauma, and even extend the effective rescue time for patients..."

"And all of this is predicated on you solving the problem of human rejection."

Irons leaned forward slightly, his kind expression replaced by a deep pain and faint recollection. With an imposing air, he narrowed his eyes and whispered, "Vera, tell me, how do you plan to solve the problem of rejection?"

His voice conveyed a sense of longing.

Vera smiled. "Hmm, I have an idea..."

This is the charm of interconnectedness across all worlds.

Even without physically interacting with the virtual world, the mere integration of knowledge is enough to bring immense benefits.

The technology tree of the Colossus Corporation has not yet developed the technology to overcome the body's rejection reaction. In Vera's view, the current Colossus prosthetic technology is more focused on the attributes of prostheses than on prosthetic plug-ins that are compatible with the nervous system.

She then gave a brief but organized explanation of how cyber giants like Arasaka and biotechnology have developed solutions to overcome human rejection of cyber plug-ins.

Even though it was an outdated solution to the rejection of first and second generation cybernetic bodies, the complete logic and interconnected reasonable explanations quickly captivated Irons.

As Vera finished her briefing and began to speak, she seemed to get into the swing of things and turned to activate the holographic computer at her workstation, starting to calculate and build a model. Irons did not take Vera's rudeness to heart.

With a complicated and somewhat forlorn expression, he said, "Vera, if only you had been born a few years earlier."

Irons didn't think Vera would make baseless accusations.

He would attend Vera's father's funeral, both because Vera's father was indeed his capable employee, and because Vera's reputation as a genius had been boasted about by her father everywhere, saying things like she had never given him any trouble and that she had excelled academically from childhood to university...

That's indeed the case; he investigated it.

Tragically, when Vera graduated early from UC Berkeley at the age of 20 in 2053, her father, while on a field mission, fulfilled the Colossus Corporation's oath: 'When chaos strikes, we bring order.' He gave the people of the chaotic zone safety, stability, and a second chance, but he was killed in action.

Out of guilt and a sense of responsibility, Irons will take good care of Vera no matter what. Even if Vera does not join the Titans, the pension and relief fund he set up for the sacrificed employees will ensure that Vera will have enough to eat and wear for the rest of her life.

Vera did not disappoint Irons.

She is intelligent, rational, and spiritual. In just a few years, she has obtained several groundbreaking patents in the fields of neural networks and bionics, and has become the chief bionic prosthetics technology engineer of Giant God Company.

Perhaps it was because of the loss of her father that she devoted herself so passionately and attentively to the development of prosthetic technology.

According to Vera's description, if that mature cyber implant had been developed and widely deployed several years ago—no, no... only a small number of projects were developed—his capable employees might have been able to hold out until the rescue team arrived, and his son... wouldn't have died!

Unaware of what Irons was thinking at that moment, Vera focused on her plan.

She didn't play games or secretly observe Irons's expression. Vera always respected and never looked down on him, a hardcore and ruthless man who built such a large company from scratch.

Finally, with a whoosh.

Irons stood up and said with a forced smile, “I lost my son, so I have learned to cherish. Vera, you are my student, and I am very grateful to you. For Atlas, for me, it would be the greatest honor of my life if this invention were to be made public in Atlas.”

"Thank you," he said, shaking Vera's hand politely. "Thank you for your hard work. Take good care of yourself and don't overwork yourself. No matter the outcome, I will fully support you." With that, he turned and left the Prosthetics Technology Research Institute.

Half an hour after Irons left, Vera let out a long sigh of relief.

After finishing her 'cracking', she leaned lazily against the back of her chair, closed her eyes, and lay back.

Hmph, she could guess where Irons had gone. That so-called Mitchell was Irons's comrade-in-arms, Will Irons, the son of Irons who had died for his country.

Vera was really jealous of the filter and beautification effects that guy used.

Unfortunately, the time wasn't right...

The timeline is still early.

'Whether for myself or for my cheap old man's ideals, this time, Atlas will never repeat the same mistake!' She opened her eyes, her gaze filled with a fleeting, indifferent, and ferocious killing intent.

Those traitors... and the USA, haha, we've got some fun to come.