I didn't feel angry or happy or even shocked; I felt nothing at all. It was as if all my emotions just shut down. I just kept sending out samples of the
Progenitor virus to all of Umbrella's laboratories.
I was just an automated machine reporting to Umbrella's headquarters every time one of my subordinates made a breakthrough or discovered something new.

I was like a zombie ambling through life. No
thoughts, no feelings.

And now the Research center where I've spent half my life is closed.

I really don't care one way or another.

It's probably all for the best. Perhaps it is too late to have any semblance of a life again.