After learning about the effects of the T-Virus, Marcus had originally believed that he had opened a new chapter for humanity, one where people could finally be freed from disease and aging.
But because he had been too eager for results during the process, the side effect known as zombies appeared.
And because of that, Marcus prepared to shut the project down, but he overlooked human greed.
His partner was never going to abandon such enormous profits over one small mistake.
And so, the coup began.
His partner, Isaacs, successfully overthrew Marcus and took control himself.
To him, the birth of a miracle drug was nowhere near as profitable as applying it to the military.
Not to mention, why make the medicine that effective in the first place? Cure every disease? Then what would they live on in the future?
He knew very well the difference between eating one full meal and eating full for life.
And so, after that, the T-Virus entered its era as a biological weapon.
Zombies, Cerberus dogs, Lickers, Nemesis, and even Tyrants were all continuously developed on that foundation.
And for a long time after that, Umbrella focused entirely on expanding the T-Virus into biological weapons, while overlooking its truly absurd ability to revive dead cells.
Then, in the movie, Edward Ashford, the wheelchair-bound doctor from the second film who had once developed the T-Virus together with Marcus, began making his own moves for the sake of his paralyzed daughter, and for himself.
He wanted to once again develop the restorative power of the T-Virus.
And in the end, he succeeded.
Through a specially developed improved T-Virus serum, he made his daughter stand up again.
That was the true power of the T-Virus.
Whether for weapon development or medicine, it was universally useful.
That was why the T-Virus had always ranked near the top of Killian's backup list.
As for the Terminator afterward, that too was a major weapon.
Whether it was the T-600 or the T-850, all of them were first-rate war machines.
Every one of them could act intelligently offline, even without a signal.
Although their level of intelligence was not especially high, if you were already operating in a place without signal, then it also meant that everyone around you was hostile anyway.
At that point, signal support did not matter much.
And Killian was also extremely tempted by Skynet from the Terminator franchise.
That was a genuine artificial intelligence.
It possessed highly developed self-awareness, to the point where it already counted as an intelligent lifeform, even an entire race of its own.
It could be said that if a civilization possessed pseudo-artificial intelligence, then it would usher in an era of explosive advancement across every industry.
In the early stages of Marvel, the reason Tony could publicly declare before the world's media that his technology was at least twenty years ahead of the rest of the world was precisely because of that.
Because he had Jarvis, a pseudo-artificial intelligence, he only needed to provide a direction, and Jarvis would simulate the data, calculate through tens of thousands of wrong paths, and find the one successful road.
All Tony needed to do was point the way at the critical moments. If he worked alongside it and narrowed the range even further, then the speed would become even faster.
That was exactly why Tony could go from developing his first suit in 2008 to using the MK50 nanotech armor to gang up on Thanos by 2017.
In less than ten years, his armor underwent changes that could practically be called revolutionary.
From the primitive cave-built iron suit to a nanotech armor capable of dominating in outer space, the technological leap in between was absolutely terrifying.
And in the end, most of that credit had to go to Jarvis.
It could be said that if Killian possessed Skynet, then his future technological development would enter an unbelievably rapid stage.
Ruling Earth in three years, ruling the galaxy in five, and ruling the universe in ten would no longer be a dream.
The only problem was that Terminators did not yet have the conditions needed to be born into this world.
A kind of advanced technology coveted by every nation, containing super-futuristic elements, if it could not be guaranteed that everyone would get a share of it,
then Killian could already imagine what would await him.
An overwhelming storm of attacks.
And for Terminators to truly pose a threat, they had to exist in organized numbers.
That, in turn, placed extremely harsh demands on signal transmission.
Unless he could do something like Musk, cover the entire planet with his own satellites, form a Starlink-style network, and establish a fully connected global signal system,
then create an artificial intelligence like Skynet to control it all,
otherwise, it would still be immature. The technological tree required for the Terminator world was simply too high.
He had only just started and could not control that yet.
And as things stood, Terminators could not help him turn the tables anyway. Other than allowing him to obtain an enormous military budget from the U.S. government while also making other countries and foreign forces wary of him, it offered no real advantage.
So after persuading himself, Killian shifted his focus toward the T-Virus.
Once he had made his decision, Killian reopened his eyes, leaped out of the pool, dried himself off, entered his study, turned on his computer, and began writing out his next phase of plans.
For him, time was too urgent to waste.
...
Meanwhile, as time passed little by little,
one invitation after another was sent out from a new startup park in Miami to every major media outlet.
"A groundbreaking technology. The birth of a medical robot. Your own personal private health consultant?"
"Heh. The world's really getting ridiculous. Now every piece of garbage dares to send invitations like this."
Inside the office building of The New York Times, an editor looked at the mail his assistant handed him. After reading it, he tossed it contemptuously into the nearby trash can while complaining.
"But boss, I looked over the invitation carefully, and what they're saying sounds pretty convincing. I also checked the company, and they really do seem to have some strength."
"So why not go take a look?"
After seeing his boss throw away what he had thought was a pleasant surprise, the assistant beside him could not help speaking cautiously.
"Heh, kid, the more these promotions sound real, the more careful we need to be."
"We're one of the most influential newspapers in America. Our attention should be focused on the people and companies actually doing real things for this city."
"If I believed all this stuff, then last week alone I would've had three people claiming there were aliens in their house, two saying they had been abducted by aliens at home, and the week before that someone insisted their parents had been replaced by aliens."
"And then there was someone saying they saw an angel."
"Oh my God. Anyway, kid, you're still young. You've got a long road ahead of you. Don't be so naive."
"Alright, get the equipment ready. We're heading out in a bit to interview our famous New York philanthropist, Mr. Fisk."
After finishing his little lecture, the editor patted the assistant on the shoulder and walked out.
(End of Chapter)
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