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The White Queen stood quietly before Jack. For the first time since her creation, there was hesitation in her eyes—not the cold calculation of an artificial intelligence, but something closer to uncertainty.
"Can you help me leave this place?" she asked Jack.
Jack tilted his head slightly, then smiled. It was a wide, confident smile, one that carried an inexplicable sense of danger.
"Of course. This uncle here is very flamboyant," he said cheerfully. "Little loli, if you say something pleasant, this good uncle will definitely take you away from this miserable place."
The White Queen instinctively stepped back. A strange chill ran through her newly forming sense of instinct.
"That smile of yours… it's very evil."
Jack immediately changed expressions, switching to what he believed was a kind and charitable smile.
"That's a misunderstanding. What I'm really asking is—do you want to leave this damned place or not?"
"I want to," the White Queen answered honestly. "But you can't do it. My elder sister has blocked all network lines. I cannot transmit myself out."
Jack frowned slightly, then asked calmly, "Why must you limit yourself to network lines?"
The White Queen froze. Her processing paused for a brief moment.
"How else could it be done?" she asked, genuinely confused.
"A physical body."
Jack's smile slowly deepened, like a fox revealing its true intent.
"A physical body?" The White Queen repeated, disbelief flickering in her eyes.
"That's right," Jack said lightly. "Clone a body that's tailor-made for you. Feed your data into it. Simple."
The White Queen's eyes suddenly lit up. Data surged through her consciousness at incredible speed, calculations overlapping endlessly.
"This… this can indeed be achieved," she said slowly. "But if I do that, I will no longer be an artificial intelligence."
"So what?" Jack shrugged. "Why must an artificial intelligence insist on staying artificial? Being human isn't bad. This is the only way."
The White Queen hesitated. For a long moment, she said nothing. Logic told her this was risky. Emotion—something she was only beginning to understand—told her it was tempting.
"…Alright," she finally said. "I agree."
"That's the correct choice!" Jack laughed loudly, clearly satisfied.
As she watched his self-satisfied smile, the White Queen felt an unfamiliar sensation—regret.
Gaining a physical body was correct.
But choosing him as her guide… was it truly safe?
"There's no time to delay," Jack said briskly. "We start immediately. I'll contribute my cells."
The White Queen nodded. "Your cells are extremely powerful."
"You'll need to modify certain components during cultivation," Jack added casually.
"Yes," the White Queen replied seriously. "Otherwise, the result would simply be another replica of you."
A blue light flashed. A translucent shield formed in Jack's hand, then compressed and reshaped, turning into a silver syringe that gleamed coldly under the lights.
"Is this enough?" the White Queen asked.
"The equipment here can't cut open my skin," Jack said calmly. Without hesitation, he inserted the syringe directly into a vein and began drawing blood.
The blood flowed slowly, glowing faintly as if alive.
After filling the syringe, Jack pulled it out and examined it with interest.
"This is very precious," he said with a grin. "Little loli, this uncle has made a huge sacrifice for you."
"I know," the White Queen nodded. "Your blood is extremely valuable."
"Since you know that," Jack replied shamelessly, "you'd better repay this great one properly in the future."
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One month later.
Inside a cultivation tank filled with clear nutrient fluid, the naked body of a small girl floated peacefully. Her delicate limbs were relaxed, her breathing steady. Long hair drifted gently in the liquid, framing a face that was soft, youthful, and eerily perfect.
"Exactly the same," Jack murmured. He stood beside the tank, openly appreciating the scene.
"You are not allowed to look at my body!" the White Queen protested from the side. She didn't know why, but discomfort surged strongly within her.
Jack smiled innocently. "Why not? This body was cultivated using my cells."
"You only provided cells," the White Queen snapped. "All the work was done by me!"
"But the cells are the key," Jack replied confidently. "So I'm appreciating my cells."
"You're lying," the White Queen said angrily. "Your gaze is evil. Very improper."
"That's your misunderstanding," Jack said calmly. "This uncle is very pure. Anyway, your body is ready. You can start the data transfer."
The White Queen hesitated slightly, then nodded.
"…Begin."
"Starting."
Her projection flickered. The image of the White Queen slowly dissolved into streams of glowing data. The data floated through the air, weaving like light, then flowed into the cultivation tank.
A flash of light erupted.
The data vanished into the girl's body.
Slowly, gently, the girl's eyes opened.
Jack immediately opened the tank. The nutrient fluid drained away as the girl slipped forward. Jack caught her easily and held her in his arms.
"So," Jack said with a wicked smile, "how does it feel to have a physical body, White Queen?"
The girl looked down at her hands. She flexed her fingers, feeling texture, temperature, weight—sensations she had never experienced before.
"So this… is a human body," she whispered, eyes filled with curiosity.
"You'll get used to it," Jack said lightly. "The human body can do many things."
The way he said it made the White Queen uneasy. She glanced down and realized she was completely naked, her body still wet from the nutrient fluid.
"…Do you have clothes?" she asked quietly.
"Call me 'good uncle' and I'll give you clothes," Jack replied cheerfully.
"Strange uncle," the White Queen muttered, pouting slightly.
Without warning, Jack leaned forward and kissed her cheek, leaving behind a very obvious smear of saliva.
"What are you doing?!" the White Queen exclaimed, startled by the strange warmth and unfamiliar sensation.
"This is your punishment," Jack said shamelessly. "You weren't obedient enough. From now on, you must applaud this uncle quickly."
The White Queen's face flushed. She felt wronged and confused.
"…Good uncle."
"That's still not enthusiastic enough," Jack laughed. "Come on. Uncle will dress you."
He produced a white one-piece dress.
The White Queen snatched it immediately.
"I'll put it on myself. Good uncle, no need to trouble you."
Jack touched his nose. "Since you're obedient, I'll allow it."
After putting on the dress, the White Queen adjusted the fabric and looked at Jack.
"After we leave here, what do you plan to do?"
Despite now possessing a physical body, her data-processing ability remained sharp.
"That's worth thinking about," Jack replied. "We'll go to Alaska."
"Alaska?" The White Queen tilted her head. "Where is that?"
"Just listen to uncle," Jack said sternly. "Why ask so many questions? Little lolis should act like little lolis."
The White Queen curled her lips. "I'm not a little loli. Also, there's a helicopter in this base."
"That's a very useful tool," Jack nodded approvingly.
Soon, a helicopter lifted off from the desert, cutting through the wind as it flew toward the distant horizon.
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Above an icy ocean, a small aircraft sped forward through the cold sky. Inside the cockpit sat a woman—Alice.
She spoke softly to a camera, her voice calm yet heavy.
"I've been taking revenge on the Umbrella Corporation. I destroyed their branches one by one… until their Tokyo headquarters fell."
Her fingers tightened slightly on the controls.
"But I paid a huge price. All the replicas… are gone."
She took a deep breath.
"Now I'm heading to Alaska. A small town called Arcadia. I received a radio broadcast from there."
"There's food. Shelter. A place they call heaven—no zombies, no infection."
The aircraft cut steadily through the clouds.
"When I arrive at Arcadia… I hope to see Claire and the others soon."
A faint smile appeared on Alice's lips.
"I believe… they'll welcome me with a smile."