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ARC62441 - Alex Wesker

I remember meeting her long before I would know who she was, or who I was. Rivalry was always encouraged between peers in Umbrella, as Spencer believed it to foster healthy competition. At least, that was what he had claimed. In truth, keeping us from forming more personal and lasting relationships was beneficial to him, as comraderies forged between likeminded individuals were a dangerous, volatile, thing. Such was the conclusion my old mentor, James Marcus, had once come to, as well. Spencer had doubtless adopted his philosophy, after he had Birkin and I assassinate Marcus. Alex was driven and intelligent. She was an erudite whose company I found quite enjoyable. She worked under an alias then, concealing her true name, from me, and from others. Perhaps, I should resent her for her deception, but once my rage had subsided, I felt no resentment towards her. Perhaps, a foolish sentimentality on my part, but coming to know her better through Terrasave's data on her, had given me a strange sense of melancholy.

She was driven by her fears; of failure, of isolation, and of her own non-existence. It is said that paradoxically, people of high intelligence suffer from thanatophobia at a disproportionate rate. Perhaps, the idea of nothingness, the lack of comfort of man-made scenarios of what lies after, and the intimate knowledge of how our bodies can and will fail us, exacerbates these fears beyond what is considered 'normal'. Death remains the only truly untamed part of our existence. Transcending it would redefine our very species in every conceivable way. It is a sentiment I have entertained and coveted, as countless had before me, but Alex's attempts at halting her demise are truly extraordinary, and in time, may bring us victory where no other has succeeded before.

It was strange to read words of affection that had been meant for him. Strange for someone to speak of not wishing to abandon him, wondering how he had felt, and what he had wanted. Such words were almost embarrassing to read, in a way. They made him feel akin to a child that someone was fussing over beyond measure. But, it had been flattering to read her words, too, difficult as it was for him to admit.

Her fears were familiar to him. Many of them were his own. Her fear of dependence, of helplessness, of weakness... He had felt them his entire life, even long before his own body started to deteriorate and before his strength betrayed him. The thought of losing himself and all he had grown to be, was a fear that had wormed its way into his heart, ever-since he sensed the changes in his body, with the virus changing and mutating with him. Alex had abandoned Spencer not long before Albert had come to end his miserable existence. But why? He never did learn the truth. He could scarcely fault her if she was merely sick of him, but within their 'family' there always seemed to be something deeper and darker, at play. It had been some time since he had come to suspect his role in Spencer's plan, since discovering the truth of his creation. Alex's own research tied into his suspicions rather neatly, and formed a grim picture. Spencer's decaying body could not be saved. He required a new vessel. And Albert had come to a conclusion that he was an option on that menu, if not the main course. He didn't know if his sister did not wish to turn him over to their 'father', or if her own deteriorating condition had forced her to risk it and break her chains. But, he owed her a debt of gratitude regardless, as her work had remained incomplete in Spencer's hands.

you should let alex torment your muses. as a treat.

alex was the original designer of the queen a.i systems.

they were her original conception of crafted consciousness, and led to her creating the breakthrough that was transferring her own consciousness to natalia in revelations.

those aforementioned systems were built during her time as umbrella's head of security, and during the brief timeframe that she was actually loyal to spencer and the organization as a way to ensure their assets and various information archives were kept safe while being able to target others.

now, onto the actual a.is — red queen was the first concept, and was built to protect umbrella assets and staff, while also being engineered to control tyrants and other b.o.w.s to an extent. she coded her own backdoor into this program as a failsafe, in case she was ever locked out and partially as she was beginning to doubt spencer. she intended on recovering this after the downfall of umbrella, but was unable to after albert wesker destroyed it during chronicles.

she rebuilt a copy of red queen several years later — red queen alpha, which was set to monitor simulations, infection stages, vital systems and other important intelligence while managing the release of b.o.w.s on sein island to fight the candidates that were put through the various gauntlets. this was functioning up until all of her facilities were destroyed.

white queen was also built during her time in umbrella, but for a vastly different purpose. while red queen was largely defensive and acted as insurance for assets and staff, white queen was engineered to be a far more offensive system that targeted enemy software by infecting them through ports such as usb connections, transfer information stores and act as a kind of malware at the same time, for the purpose of stealing and scanning the developing internet.

it mainly served as a digital archive for umbrella intelligence, that was near impossible to break into with brute force, and was alex's first proper attempt at manufacturing consciousness through technology. she achieved it to an extent, with some degree of spontaneity and controlled sentience. the fate of the white queen is largely unknown.

the REAL reason why albert had to partner with excella was because alex stole the entire fucking inheritance. not only did she steal all umbrella funds, she was also spencer's favorite, the most likely recipient of his funds ( this doesn't matter because she fucking hacked in and wired all of it to an offshore account to pay for her fucking cult island ). she just. took the entire damn thing. left him PENNIES.

i've spoken about this before but for all that alex claims that she's immune to fear, it's still something that's so intrinsically part of her. she's terrified of being insignificant or losing her grip on the power and control she constantly strives to keep, she's terrified of her work amounting to nothing, and most of all, she's terrified of death. she is. she doesn't think she is and convinces herself of it but she instinctually and subconsciously is ( again stemming from her terminal illness. ) she tries to circumvent her own death and half fails ( even if in my canon she manages to revert back to her human form a few years post revelations 2 ). she cannot conquer her own fear and that's where claire succeeded and she absolutely resents it.

I have a vision and it's vampire alex. I am correct.

@viraltoxins

It must be quite shocking to see him again, with this face, of all faces. But despite what Alex could possibly think, this was his own body, reproduced to tie up any loose ends, to be 'activated' only upon Elpis' release. Things would be much different this time...after all, unlike before he was not an old man, waiting to die. He was no BOW, but there were a great many things he needed to look into before being killed yet again.

there was nothing in the world quite so infuriating as seeing one oswell spencer somehow returned to life. the old fool's dreams of grandeur and godhood had been cut short, his heart ripped from his chest cavity and laid bare on the floor, life-sustaining blood pouring everywhere as his feeble mind couldn't even begin to make sense of the fact that he was in fact, dead and gone by the second. she'd always been in his good graces — a ploy — but alex truly cared more for the books in her library than this ghost of a man.

he knew nothing of the world, upheld beliefs that served nothing, and charged her with extending him the olive branch of immortality. she refused, obviously, instead systematically destroying everything he held dear while maintaining the pretense of the good and faithful daughter, with millions of dollars flowing into an offshore account before finally leaving him stranded in the dust. nothing more followed, until the news came of his poor and untimely death. she'd opened a bottle of champagne in response.

“ the only mad one is you. ” it's that cold poison of calm, she has no use for oswell any longer. he is no longer the leader of the world's greatest pharmaceutical chain, he is penniless, powerless, and alone. “ an old man placing a burden of godhood upon his sons and daughters, expecting loyalty where none was needed. we had no obligation to follow the orders of a decripit fool, and i have no intention of paying heed to the empty threats of one. your time is over. ”